(I despise billboards, but hey, it's only a metaphor. . .) To rein in the mind is like riding a wild horse One brief lapse in vigilance and it's gone galloping toward some ideal, into myth, and fantasy. Being astride it, one's feet are removed from the ground; Out of touch, out of contact with the earth. That loss of contact places the rider in delusion; Return to your own body, Walk among your own kind.
I am no different than the seven billion other human beings in the swarm that is overwhelming this planet.
Science and humanism (the two most dishonored philosophies in the United States).
What Gives Me Hope
My hope comes from blooms of neurochemicals, not from the mad world and the mad human race.
If I were Mayor, I'd make the world a better place by
Do away with capitalism; guillotine the bankers, financiers, CEOs; socialize everything. Work toward one human community -- not one American monoculture.
What/who changed my life and why
Too many to properly list: Camus; Persig; Bowles; Basho; Cervantes; Joyce; Kafka; Poe; Eco; McCarthy; Least-Heat Moon; Hesse; Steinbeck; Plato; Heraclitus; Twain; Stevenson; Castaneda; I-Ching; Lao Tzu; Golding; McCullers; O'Connor; Ralston Saul; Dawkins; Gary Wills; Thucydides; Juan Ramon Jimenez; Messiaen; Coltrane; and too many others.