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February 10, 2002 network The brain is like a radio; it receives and transmits.  My brain is like a cheap radio; the kind that doesn't hold a station.  Every morning I tune in to the station with love and acceptance programming.  But throughout the day, the signal fades, I hear static, and the next thing I know, I'm listening to an oldies station that plays nothing but songs I'd rather forget.  Songs of sadness and regret.  After a day of fiddling with the tuner, I'm exhausted. The source of all suffering is desire.  Chief among these is the desire that things be one way when, in fact, they are another.  One can know this with the intellect, but never share the knowledge with the heart.  Come to think about it, my brain keeps a lot of secrets from my heart.  My organs need to network.

©  2002 by the beastmaster