I think that religions are what its followers do. On that basis, I've never been that happy in what is out there. Except for the vapor that is zen. I like the idea of nothingness, of passing, like a vapor, a low hum, a breeze. When I walk down the street, I try to become the other people, the buildings, the sound of traffic; to be the sky and the clouds, the things I see as I turn my head, the sounds that wash over me and then are gone. I try to be the moment that turns into another moment and then another, loosing myself in the surround, becoming a part of the wheel that turns.

Stumble It!