(Sept 1992) A Journey Into BEING Ahh Yes, alone at last. Me, myself, and I all alone, before the crackling of my mind's fire. And, now, to no-mind for a while, one week, two, three, we will see. I've decided not to wait to die. I've decided to do the thought of it, right spacenow Just another concept; is it not? Die, die, die... 'death' It could be such a nuisance. This noise could bother me so. And, all along, it is no more than some silly thought, a concept, some arbitrary, incidental projection from fears of not knowing WHAT is, from fears of not knowing how THINGS dissolve, the 'other'...