yes, i am tired of repeating the old clichés.
once a door opens, then it closes, it may never open again, and then it may.
who cares?
i do not.
i care about preciously little
i care about nothing
i don't even know what zen is
sometimes i have the illusion of being alive
other times i imagine that i am dead
who cares?
who could possibly care?
nobody cares.
it is good that is so.
absolutely good.
