On the black earth on which the ice plants bloomed, hundreds of black stink bugs crawled. And many of them stuck their tails up in the air. “Look at all them stink bugs,” Hazel remarked, grateful to the bugs for being there.
“They’re interesting,” said Doc.
“Well, what they got their asses up in the air for?”
Doc rolled up his wool socks and put them in the rubber boots and from his pocket he brought out dry socks and a pair of thin moccasins. “I don’t know why,” he said. “I looked them up recently–they’re very common animals and one of the commonest things they do is put their tails up in the air. And in all the books there isn’t one mention of the fact that they put their tails up in the air or why.”
Hazel turned one of the stink bugs over with the toe of his wet tennis shoe and the shining black beetle strove madly with floundering legs to get upright again. “Well, why do you think they do it?”
“I think they’re praying,” said Doc.
“What!” Hazel was shocked.
“The remarkable thing,” said Doc, “isn’t that they put their tails up in the air–the really incredibly remarkable thing is that we find it remarkable. We can only use ourselves as yardsticks. If we did something as inexplicable and strange we’d probably be praying–so maybe they’re praying.”
“Let’s get the hell out of here,” said Hazel.
John Steinbeck, Cannery Row.
For over 40 years I have been ALMOST totally convinced most people do NOT change unless they would rather DIE than NOT change. They just move the furniture around, only, and display a different look OUTside from what is INside. Because they do not know how to stop acting upon the deceptive thoughts and voices running through their head.
“Just as water that has entered the ear may be removed by water and just as a thorn may be removed by a thorn, so those who know how, remove passion by means of passion itself. Just as a washerman removes the grime from a garment by means of grime, so the wise man renders himself free of impurity by means of impurity itself.”
Arayadeva, Cittavisuddiprakarana v38
If there were dreams to sell,
What would you buy?
– Thomas Lovell Beddoes
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Deep peace of the flowing air to you,
Deep peace of the running wave to you,
Deep peace of the shining stars to you,
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you,
Deep peace of the gentle night to you,
Moon and stars pour their healing light on you,
Deep peace of the Light of the World to you.
As quoted by Ralph H Blum