It can be complicated to find the simplicity...

It can be complicated to find the simplicity. It seems as the day rolls on the simplest task can be more frustrating than composing a novel or symphony. Why? What am I being told? What do I not understand? Nothing of course. That is the Buddhist answer not mine I admit. But just to get some flow in your everyday activity seems to be an impossible endeavor on somedays. Just to love thy neighbor seems like Mount Everest. Just to accept why the sun rises in the east and sets in the west. “Hell is other people” as Mr. Sartre says. Is it “them” who makes me feel this way? But I feel like I can have a complex in my cozy home robe, stuck in the house all day. And even that robe doesn’t seem cozy, as no warmth is found. Dumb it down a bit? Abide as “The Dude” says. Accept this world as it is and as I am a part of it. Like a limb of a tree I am. Very Yoda. And why do I resist this? Because I believe I must be in control! If I find out I am not, maybe all those churchgoers partying at Pizza Hut are right? God is in control so just give your self to Jesus! Maybe if their church services weren’t like high school football games, marching band and all, their message would have more of an affect on me. Nah, probably not. Let go. Let go of what? I’m not holding anything. At least I thought I wasn’t. Oh yes, now we find the transcendent discussion. There it is, the transcendence! Still, what the hell am I holding on to? My material self? I find letting go of that “me” is like letting go of half the story, no? One cannot leave the substance of a plot structure out to find the transcendence of a novel. Perhaps they are one in the same, like the material world and transcendent world Henry David found in the woods. I just must learn to see that one world through my senses. Local and non-local conscience as the same.