We come, as called, from the corners of the earth, to rebuild the tower. The spot, long barren and empty - amusement, almost as if the prophecy was real. Rodents, moles, worms, we converged on the spot, and crawled up, and down, and the earth did slowly give birth to the outline, a finger at first, then we carved the fine details, and continued to push. The tower rose into the air... and began to droop. We think maybe if we pack the earth harder, make stone, it won't have this problem...

I just had a really interesting conversation with someone at work, who happened to be thinking along many of the lines I have regarding intelligence as a pattern, materialism, and subjective thought in such a system. As usual, on the topic, I enjoy tweaking the nose of Buddhism as I lift a few useful ideas from it. Oh Buddha, you were wrong in so many areas, and where you were right, you can't claim to own the idea, and keep me from putting it to better use. Anatman, impermanence, a few other things, and I'm gone, back into the night.

Last night, I went to the Humanist Community meeting, and heard about mortality, and it put my mind in motion.. so many strands, ideas, people, .. impressions... build this temple... how could a Buddhist temple ever be built? ... Defying impermanence? Can we eat the fruit and its wrapper? Stay within the boundaries, yet waltz while you do so... place a hand outside, admire it turning into a static buzz, and then return... and then that classic fade, the top collapses, and then the sides... Is it a lesson on attitude or goals? And then we tilt... no longer time for such things.