The Zen Year in Review 2

The existential comedian side of me wanted to post the title "The Zen Year in Review" and then have no actual texts since Zen is about being in the moment the Zen year in Review would essentially be the moment you wrote "The Zen Year in Review", and as you can see by this long run on sentence it would be a joke that few would get and if it takes this much explanation to describe the humor it probably is not that funny. But damn, it really is clever for any twisted existentials with a Zen leaning that find self-apparent ironies prettied up with post-graduate terminology. As many of you know from my investigative work on the death of Gonzo journalists and my own creation of a new literary style, I will experiment, but more often than usual my self-acclaimed movement of post-modern Neo Gonzoism creations are the lack of understanding proper grammar, but in this case I think there is some actual content or "content" or meaning or "self-validation" of this spewing of words in the context of the Zen year in review. James Joyce actually used this style but in a more literary and literal style. I am using it as a form of Zen meditiation a stream of consciousness, that really is going through my head. Actually, I think that is what Joyce was doing with Finnegans Wake or the other one I did not understand. But my is more important at this moment because it is happening in this moment and it was James Joyce that started this moment in the universe in motion with his works, but I am less literary in the traditional sense with the insertion of my real life, or my literary real life, which could be different from my literal life, literally. So in a sense this is a confluence of Literary Giants such as James Joyce, Hunter S. Thompson, Lester Bangs and Alfred E Neuman. You know you are getting close to the inner Buddha when it gets easier to let the thought or "noise" of your ego blow through your mind, as in the above. But then there are the times when all ego noise and thoughts are quiet. Photographers call it the "Golden Minutes"-- the sun and clouds and shadows and well the universe align and there is this ethereal golden glow that makes the film or shots almost other worldly-- those shots, pictures or portions of film let me fill a little closer to the inner Buddha, or soul, or God, or Holy Guardian Angel, or Grand Architect of the Universe, or the mouse that ate the cheese. But, the Zen golden moment accomplishes the same thing sometimes on a grander scale because there is a point where..............................................................................................................................................................................................,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,., a fleeting moment when one does realize that all is one and we are just a minute mote in the moment and that is the whole universe at that moment. Then you get up and walk your dog, pick up the paper and mail the check for the water bill and just when you feel the golden moment of the inner buddha slipping behind the mundaneness of the ego world, you step in a pile of labrador crap from the guys dog across the street and you are back in the moment the now, all is sorrow, but that realization is what makes "the now" possible--be able to laugh, it is a universal truth that there will always be change, so the sorrow in the now is fleeting because all is changing and also you wipe the labrador crap off your foot with his newspaper. All is sorrow and laughing is what sorrow requires and as one Holy Yogi said, "If God did not have a sense of humor why would he when designing us put the recreational area so close to the toxic dump." The ego world seems to be returning and I am starting to have an overriding need to start another paragraph so this meditation is done, V out.