tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210159322011-12-22T07:29:27.143-08:00l peat oneilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01190326021658136456noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21015932.post-1137444191597656762006-01-16T12:43:00.000-08:002006-01-16T12:43:11.600-08:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/95/9460/320/695FEBF1.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/95/9460/200/695FEBF1.jpg'></a><br />Red mask is Walkstir. White face is blotto.<br /><span style='font-size: 8pt;'>Photo by Monadh </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21015932-113744419159765676?l=walkstir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>l peat oneilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01190326021658136456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21015932.post-1137442688157785832006-01-16T12:15:00.000-08:002006-01-16T12:18:08.156-08:00No purpose is different than purposelessness.<br />Acting with no purpose is living in the moment.<br />Practice without purpose is pure practice.<br />Purpose presumes outcome.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21015932-113744268815778583?l=walkstir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>l peat oneilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01190326021658136456noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21015932.post-1137350199690880972006-01-15T10:26:00.000-08:002006-01-16T12:22:41.320-08:00"It has become so to-day that when you see the flag boldly and proudly displayed you smell a rat somewhere. The flag has become a cloak to hide iniquity. We have two American flags always: one for the rich and one for the poor. When the rich fly it it means that things are under control; when the poor fly it it means danger, revolution, anarchy. "<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Air-Conditioned Nightmare</span>, Henry Miller, New Directions Publishing Corp, http://www.ndpublishing.com/home.html<br />1945, p. 37.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Written during a 1941 cross-country road trip of the United States of America by author and artist Henry Miller.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21015932-113735019969088097?l=walkstir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>l peat oneilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01190326021658136456noreply@blogger.com1