the silver cord

I know I'm supposed to be writing about things like how those Yankees and Phillies are doing and how about that Glenn Beck, huh? and is democracy a viable proposition and have you checked the price of bread lately and what are we going to do about Iran, Iraq, Afghanistan, Chile, Pakistan, the Blue Dogs, the Tea Baggers, the Republicans, the Democrats, the Libertarians, Joe Lieberman, unemployment, social security, hair loss, mass murderers, the abysmal education system, global warming, the sun being extinguished at some point, how meat is processed, and whether Fox News or any of the other news is really news, and who is having a baby by whom when, and so on, and so on, but all I can seem to write about is my/our relationship with our Source and the state of our consciousness.

I have been out of step with the rest of humankind as long as I can remember. My concerns are not other people's concerns.

If I could just make this final break with any concern at all with what the world conjures up, I would be gone, gone beyond, totally gone. "If ever the silver cord would break. . . ."