I really don't know who I am. I have spent most of my life trying to work it out and now I am very comfortable knowing I haven't got a clue. I can't explain anything about myself, what self who the hell is in control here? I don't know how I breathe, grow my hair, sleep at night, or digest food. When I think about it I am a total mystery a sort of presence without a history, maybe a living pulse. Who beats my heart for me? I'll surrender to that and wait for further instructions..tao jones
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Xmas day in the Bay
Santa brought a big surf with him that closed all the beaches down...tut tut tut
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