I am sitting here in my little cube eating my Jack-In-The-Box take away and feeling guilt for not getting on board with the Fast Food Nation/ Super Size me wagon. The supreme court is reaming us again. Big Business keeps on winning! Yay, let’s here it for the protection of those poor miserable rich bastards. I know i am all over the place here, but i don’t really care since I haven’t yet figured out what exactly I am trying to do here. I am probably also hampered by the fact that I did not do my journaling this morning. This makes it difficult for me to be focused. I cannot find my Zen.
This then is life.
Here is what has come to the surface after so many throes and convulsions.
How Curious! How real!
Underfoot the divine soil, overhead the sun.
– Walt Whitman