Between here and Pluto

Does beauty work? The Buddha’s “flower sermon” was wordlessly eloquent on this question. Jesus pointed to field lilies. “Notice,” he said, “how they don’t work.” From what is perhaps the greatest spiritual book ever written: “When nothing is done, nothing remains undone.” Epigraphically, “He worked hard” evokes a sense of limitation and sadness. Conscious doing and hard work? Call it the distance between here and Pluto.


Minds with egos attached to them (that’s most minds) create an illusion of two-mindedness. We feel compelled to fight with ourselves, even to hate ourselves. Not men, are we, but civil wars. Do we project this violence? Oh, yeah. It’s where enemies come from.