Right Livelihood ?

I don't pretend to be a devout Buddhist 
in any sense of it. I routinely imbibe 
such things as tobacco, alcohol, marijuana, 
drink copious amounts of caffeine, consume 
all sorts of animals and products made 
from animal by-products, and 
I think about sex roughly two-hundred 
times before any given sunfall. 

I don't pretend to be a devout Buddhist. 
But as far as concerns of metta bhavana 
and harmony go, I think my stars 
and my effort and my heart 
are in alignment. I think I've done 
better than average with the dirt and blessings 
of existence. 

I don't pretend to be a devout Buddhist. 
I don't have any misgivings about the 
absolute nature of mortality. And my 
own ishvara feels neither shame nor 
deficit for the eclectic freedoms I proffer 
to its feet, to its power. 

I used to consider Albert Camus as close to a father 
as anything he might be compared to. Vonnegut 
and McCarthy came after that. Always welcoming to 
and welcomed by pagans of most description. 
Anyone who enjoys smoking and conversing 
in good weather. Anyone whos knows
they could be standing somewhere else 
tomorrow. 



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