A beautiful lavender sunrise on Harris Creek this morning and reports of possible rain which is sorely needed. Magic Man made like rain to make it rain; to imitate a process is to induce it. This world is not magic and so I sit and wait. That's the problem with reality. It doesn't respond to human wishes; it is precisely the "immovable object." The real world does not respond to human emotion. How is it that this oh so emotional subject comes to find her/himself in a world that is absolutely indifferent to emotion?

The ideal subject in a real world is a subject free of emotion. Emotion is the impediment to the harmony of a conceptual subject in world of conceptual objects; nothing but concepts, not an image anywhere. But the ideal subject would not be human and so the human subject remains in a dilemma. Our progess gets us nowhere; there is nothing to learn from history except that history repeats itself.

We are supposed to worship "the struggle." It is the game of life against death. It is a game that perpetuates itself by opposing itself. The desire that fuels the ego project is the desire to perpetuate the polarized body; to refrain from solving the problem. It's the problem that provides the pleasure and the pain.