The Oedipus complex is that emotional structure which arises from the confrontation between desire and necessity. The wish cannot be fulfilled in reality; there is always something missing. Frustration is a condition of being real. We sleep and dream periodically so that the frustration does not wear the body out, or, drive it crazy. All of our collective actions and reactions while awake are manifestations of frustration, from the ridiculous to the sublime.

A point of view, or, identity, puts the body in a double-bind; when you finally catch the prey, it devours you. This, Oh Monks, is the matrix within which we live our lives. Is this sobering news or does it drive you to drink? The matrix begins at conception, at the inception of the idea of a "genuine two-in-one," or, a nucleated cell, and it ends where that idea dissolves into the 'body without organs." A point of view is always and only partial; ego consciousness is unconsciousness of the body not divided into parts.

This is what I wrote down this morning, in solitude and softly high on Harris Creek.