I had a dream last night. Three demons blew into hurricane camp and did all my share of fun work and had all of my allotment of good time for me. They left me shoveling muck. But maybe the joke is on them. I should be here to do good things, not to have fun. A sweaty brow and dizzy cursing at the sun give one genuine worth. But how can I release myself from attachments, cravings, desires, longing? Are the alleged 'demons' really angels? No-- but they ARE the reality of the earth, and to embrace reality is to be empowered to change the world. I'll see you in hell, demons!
Marco X (Utica, NY; firstname.lastname@example.org;