Thursday, March 3, 2011

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

a space program needs taxes to flourish unless its purpose is to give rides to the ultra-rich, and if that is the case, private funding is deserved.

All day I wanted to get back to work on my rocket. All day I was distracted by my income tax filing. Tax. Tax. Tax. I just never got to it. Distracted. Distracted. I just wanted to work on my rocket. But even that - I want to build in bomb bay doors like in Dr. Strangelove, and my life partner says bomb bay doors invite structural failure, and I say why build a rocket unless you drop crap out of it? So nothing got done. Nothing.

Monday, February 28, 2011

you and me; not you, me, or we

i look at myself and see beauty. i listen to myself and hear logic, reason, and compassion. I observe myself and comprehend stillness. and still, i do not understand. because happiness comes without understanding, and without understanding, it can pass, without passing, is now.