Monks are making it to sell. I first wrote see, then

frist. What is the matter with this morning except the

voltage of unkindness streaming through the net. My

fingers on the keyboard pick up messages no one

believes were sent. Dear Hannah, how deeply did you

absorb? The body chemistry becomes pseudonymous with

fibers in the hundreds in the thousands gradually

self-multiplied. My cha is gen mai. I know the word

for tea from JMB. When monks have finished making

sweets they may return to cells. When monks return to

cells they pray. The swift rays of the sun are

measured at a speed greater than crying. When monks

come together they enlist the services to form some

thing to sell so they can live quietly at prayer. I am

on the threshold of ordering five books on the subject

of sustaining which in the vernacular means making

something last beyond its essence possibly. Speaking

of which, a group of ad execs were brought together to

find something they might do with a failed heart drug.

So they looked at what is now Viagra and they asked

what it could do. Then they invented terminology and

sold that terminology. Sow's ear propped up on a

throne. Publication might mean telling everyone what

you will not accept. The priesthood will now

appear immune to love of self. Would someone kindly

pass the fudge? Formed with full intention, breathing

in and breathing out. Both individually and in

community.