when you get to the end of the road theres nothing there

just a couple of spiritual lamers who took off when they discovered u actually have to do something.......people are very simple when you get down to it, unbelievably crass in ideas of aggrandizment and since the road declines from self in a real way why would you want to be there?

the turmoil of fictions has passed far behind and now only the raindrops beat on the roof and and a disused road up through the bush past loongana opens up its visual wonders dark and light.

no chrisitianity zen inquiry, either krishnamurti, no dead heads or manic twits ................................................................................ ............................................................................................................................................................................................. ............................................................................................................................................................................................. ............................................................................................................................................................................................. .......

nothing