The Grande Dame.
Hong Kong with all its beautiful intricacies and grimy glory.
This is now (sort of) home. An Asian metropolis on the fringes of the South China Sea reminiscent of my beloved island of Manhattan..with a mountain in the middle.
Hopping around week to week, Tokyo/Shanghai, with a new cell phone number, apartment, roommate and no official resident visa to speak of.
All things considered I am blessed beyond measure and only wish I could share this joy with my loved ones. The joy of evolution, transformation..the sweat and tears that are shed pursuing your dreams and goals in a foreign land.
¡Pa'lante!
I cannot conceive of a God who rewards and punishes his creatures, or has a will of the type of which we are conscious in ourselves. An individual who should survive his physical death is also beyond my comprehension, nor do I wish it otherwise; such notions are for the fears or absurd egoism of feeble souls.
This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; my philosophy is kindness.
I distrust those people who know so well what God wants them to do because I notice it always coincides with their own desires.
Dear Omnipresent/benevolent God(s),
I just made a promise to my other half that she will be fine flying over the Atlantic tonight since you have carelessly placed two storms in her path...
...I don't care if your Yaweh, Ra, Inti, Ameratsu or any other form, cross me and it will be an eternity of Hannibal/Rome, "300", Nagasaki-style battling amongst us...and your not built for the persistant, unending wrath of brokenhearted mortals...
Sincerely,
