He came so highly recomended...

Insomniacs anonymous here I come. I no long rise early, I rise late and sleep early.

... I shine yearly.


- Andre

Coffee

I've been reading, It's one of those things that i do sometimes.

I read an essay in a book of mine called "A Turkish Discourse on Coffee."

Back in the day, about 1529 a.d. there were Coffee bars in Istanbul. Laws were decreed against it, people were executed for drinking it. Most of the places that served it were places of refuge for rebels, free thinkers, and scoundrels. The more laws that the Turkish Sultans pitted against its use the more and more popular it became. Drinking coffee was an act of rebellion.
The drink was attributed to the rise of murders in the city, from slaves to nobles. It was declared that it was the drink of drug addicts, who found it a life giving thing, and they were willing to die for a cup.

Perspective

"And what will you be having tonight sir?" the rotund waiter asked politely in an unmistakably french accent.

The critic stared into the eyes of the Waiter, cold, black pools of merciless ink, deep like how one thinks of canyons. "Perspective," replied the critic in a voice not hiding the guile it possessed. "I would like some perspective."

Work, Work, Work

Woke up, got out of bed, dragged a comb across my head...
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup, and looking up, I noticed I was late...
Got my coat and grabbed my hat, made the class in seconds flat...
Sat down in the lounge, had a smoke, then somebody spoke and I went into a dream...

A day in the life...

A word for the devil

Scowl at all those who do not believe in the devil, because in that knowledge, the devil will smile.

It is not your option to, or to not, believe in him. It is irrelevant what you believe of him, for he believes in you.

Companions

A woman lost her only son and this caused her great pain and she carried the body of her son around the village looking for someone who had a potion to bring him back to life. Someone told her that Buddha has such a potion. She found Buddha at his retreat and asked him if he had such a potion. He said that yes he does. She asked if there was any herbs she could collect to aid in it's making. Buddha said that he needed some mustard seeds. She said she would collect some mustard seeds. As she was leaving Buddha said the seeds need to come from a household that has never known death. The woman said she would find these seeds. Every home she visited had the seeds to give her, but every home had experienced death at one time. In one a mother, in another a daughter, in another a servant, and in another a husband. Finally the woman realized that no one goes through life without experiencing the pain of death. At this time she let them take the body of her son and bury him. She returned to Buddha to thank him for reminding her of this simple fact. Buddha said the realization that everyone experiences the pain of death did not ease the pain of her loss, it eased the suffering of her holding on.

- Buddhist Parable