August 29, 2002
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I’m undergoing Buddha therapy. Little tiny, almost imperceptible tugs on the curtain that separate what I can see from what I can’t. An implication here, and consideration there. Small things, a few small things.
They might add up to something. They might add up to yanking the rug of meaning out from under large chunks of my life up to now. Or they might just be what they are: Points of information, slightly changed attitudes, incremental movement in and of itself.
Buddha therapy. Peeling away the bullshit layer by layer, like an onion, until there’s no more onion and you’re left with a pile of discarded layers. What was the goal here, again? Oh yes, I remember: Finding another onion to start over on!
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find a new onion? hmm … i’m gonna learn to love my smelly layers and take them for what they are, thin veils that give my life flavor.
The secret is that there’s no end to the onion. Buddha therapy. I like that.
“If you meet the Onion on the road, peel him.”
- WFH
All I can picture right now is Shrek….
“Ogres are like onions. They have layers.”
It’s all well and good, but what if I don’t WANT another goddamn onion? Is there an onion-less option?
I hope it all adds up for you!
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