OLD FOGIES AND YOUNG WHIPPERSNAPPERS

[Allhallowsday]

My brother Richie was very much into Zen phiosophy. He asked me what the sound of one hand clapping was. I told them there was none...it took two hands to clap...as in it takes both the yin and yang to make a whole. One dosen't exist without the other. It takes both to BE.

...A vorld of SUPERMEN!!!

[RCMerchant]

My brother Richie was very much into Zen phiosophy. He asked me what the sound of one hand clapping was. I told them there was none...it took two hands to clap...as in it takes both the yin and yang to make a whole. One dosen't exist without the other. It takes both to BE.

...A vorld of SUPERMEN!!!

ATOMIC supermen at that!!!   


edit: Any one not familiar with Bad movies would think this exchange is totally irrelevant...that amuses me to no end! 

[Patient7]

My brother Richie was very much into Zen phiosophy. He asked me what the sound of one hand clapping was. I told them there was none...it took two hands to clap...as in it takes both the yin and yang to make a whole. One dosen't exist without the other. It takes both to BE.

Seriously, that was deep, karma sir, karma.

[Allhallowsday]

My brother Richie was very much into Zen phiosophy. He asked me what the sound of one hand clapping was. I told them there was none...it took two hands to clap...as in it takes both the yin and yang to make a whole. One dosen't exist without the other. It takes both to BE.

...A vorld of SUPERMEN!!!

ATOMIC supermen at that!!!   


edit: Any one not familiar with Bad movies would think this exchange is totally irrelevant...that amuses me to no end! 

okay, got it, here goes... "...A vorld of  ATOMIC  SUPERMEN!!!              

[Menard]

...but your intelligence would prevent you from realizing it was happining...so maybe we ARE getting younger as we get older. By the time were in our 90's...we won't even care about being old or dying...just happy to BE.

Many years ago, when I was on the road as a photographer, while shooting a church directory I met a woman who was 90. Being that she was in quite good health, I presumed for her age, and very cognizant, I had remarked something along the lines of having to come back when she was 100.

She had politely remarked that she had hoped not. She had lived a long life, long enough, and had commented that she was tired. Any day was fine with her.