Do YOU care?

speak your mind, it is yours. it's free

Without specifics, there's a certain rambling, mysterious quality to this thread.

Personally, there are many things I care about, and many other things I couldn't care less about.

A potpourri, if you will.

Certainly different from another's collection of cares, but I embrace mine as my own.

That's too expensive.

They'll just shoot them.

The Prez and fam will be good with that.

I care too much sometimes, but I still have a hard time seeing how that's a problem.

Hi sweetie Be Nice,

It is so okay for you to speak your mind and your truth here. I don't think you could offend us, and even if you did, it's all part of the discussion. You are not a bully, so speak up! At times it's hard to think that we're safe anywhere, but I think we have to keep caring and speaking or the whole thing will implode as the current pres thinks it should. Our empathy and compassion carry the conversation. Bart (and Greg, too) might have had a different sense of what works from what you or I do... please, carry on. Sometimes the weirdest things make the most sense.

Love you. Hold on and take care.

I Care. Hang in there Be Nice.

All Things Must Pass. The Ol Zone sucked dead monkey nuts as far as I'm concerned. It couldn't die soon enough.

Helpful Hint -->>

I ain't been posting, or news watching much lately. And I gotta tell ya, it feels great to give em a break. The news is nothing more than a clusterfuck of insanity, and the zone is the zone - a nonstop bs flow by the same interesting intelligent people who I normally agree with, going toe to toe with the same ol batch of half baked moronic imbacil's. To much unnecessary static runnin round the brain. Plus personal productivity and piece of mind go waaaaaay up limiting just those 2 things.

Nov Soon - Blessed Relief right around the corner

^Viva troll

High BeNice! Good to see you post here.  You can speak your mind here. It is what the Zone is for. Your insights will always be welcome.

And yes, many of us care.

Good to see your words and thoughts again, Be Nice

>>>>>Nov Soon - Blessed Relief right around the corner

Unfortunately it won't be over in Nov. Remember the 2000 election? We'll be lucky if it's decided by inauguration day.

<<<>>>The Ol Zone sucked dead monkey nuts as far as I'm concerned. It couldn't die soon enough.

interesting. the old zone is why any of us are still here, but also why so many are gone. 

funny. 

You Got This Be Nice, we're right here for ya,  but if I may, another Helpful Hint >>*

Listen To More Music - The Beatles never fail me.

The lyrics of "Tomorrow Never Knows" describe the period after death when the consciousness is liberated.

Turn off your mind, relax and float down stream It is not dying

The consciousness does not die when the physical body dies.

Lay down all thought Surrender to the void It is shining

That you may see the meaning of within It is being
That love is all and love is everyone It is knowing

In the Tibetan Book of the Dead, the "void" is Reality, the All-Good (Source). It is not nothingness, but rather is "intellect itself, unobstructed, shining, thrilling, and blissful, is the very consciousness, the All-good Buddha." (Id.) The text describes own's own "consciousness, not formed into anything, in reality void, and the intellect, shining and blissful,-these two,-are inseparable. The union of them is the Dharma-Kaya state of Perfect Enlightenment. (Id.) One's "own consciousness, shining, void, and inseparable from the Great Body of Radiance, hath no birth, nor death, and is the Immutable Light-Buddha Amitabha." (Id.)

That ignorance and hate may mourn the dead It is believing

The ignorant mourn the dead. They do not understand the opportunity death offers. It is a chance to be liberated from the cycle of birth, death, and re-birth.

But listen to the color of your dreams It is not living

"The Bardo Thodol teaches that once awareness is freed from the body, it creates its own reality as one would experience in a dream." (Source) This state is not living, it is not dying. It is simply being.

Or play the game existence to the end of the beginning

If a soul does not attain liberation, s/he will be drawn back into the cycle of birth and death.

Plastic Macca ~ Paul is Dead: "Tomorrow Never Knows" & the Tibetan Book of the Dead
https://plasticmacca.blogspot.com/2011/10/tomorrow-never-knows-tibetan-b...

Take 5 will do ya right

The Beatles - Back In The U.S.S.R. (Take 5 / Instrumental Backing Track / Audio)
https://youtu.be/zAV-vc5FtUI

Then there's this one - 

Paul McCartney - I Used To Be Bad
https://youtu.be/elAVL1myKFA

7% chance tsomeone clicks on those youtube links. 

I clicked the Back in the USSR Take 5. Good stuff there.

Eric Burdon & War - Live -  Spill The Wine
https://youtu.be/3i0DMbCKnAg

When I'm down and blue, it might be a bit cheesy but Van Morrison really lifts my mood. Gardening and short walks help a lot too. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E8Cnh7uD0b4

Yeah. Kinda different but the  very depressing Neil Young years music makes me feel better.

That accepting things you can't control sort of thing.

Clair was soaring on LSD, wondering what was happening to herself and whether she was going mad, and so forth, and the most crazed scream rang out:
   "Who Cares!"
   And then Ra "Ray!....Ra-a-a-a-ay!...Who Cares!"
   Not even such a manic scream could have been heard over the general roar and rush of the Test ordinarily, over the Grateful Dead wailing, or certainly not with such clarity, except for the fact that it was being picked up by a microphone and amplified out of huge theater horns---
   "Who cares!"
   That was just the thing for somebody like Clair to hear. Clair who thought she was going mad---the sound of a woman freaking out, blowing her mind, all of it amplified as if it were tearing out of every gut in the place and up through every brain cell. So, Clair's protector and impromptu guide put his arms around her again and told her, "It's a tape they made. It's just a put-on. Hugh Romney made it." Well that seemed plausible. Hugh was an actor and a great satirist and put-on artist and a Prankster...In fact, between screams, there was Hugh's voice sure enough, coming over the microphone:
   "Ladies and gentlemen, there's a cop who's come apart in the next room."
   The next room was the anteroom off the big hall that Clair had started out in. There was a girl in there sitting on the floor and freaking out in the most complete way. Just the thing for acid veterans. These things happen, what you need is--and Pranksters and other heirophants of the acid world heard about the girl sitting in there and screaming. Who Cares! and freaking out. Norman Hartweg and Romney came in there, and here was a fairly pretty girl, if only her face wasn't so contorted, with one crippled leg, shrieking Who cares! and Ra-a-a-a-ay. Ray, the very Ray himself, and Romney looks at Ray and sees the picture at once. Ray is a big guy with a crewcut and a T-shirt and a sleeveless jacket or vest or something on, which shows his muscles very well. He looks like some sailor who fell in with a bunch of hippies and now he wonders what in the fuck has happened--
   "Ray!"
   The worst possible guy in the world to deal with the Who Cares Girl. This is a job for experts, and we have them here, some of the greatest acid experts in the world, Romney, Norman, the Hassler--he comes in--and here comes Babbs--and they're all gathered around her in a bunch--Attention!--remember Rachael Rightbred!--and it came to pass!--and they give her the freakout expertise:
   "...don't fight it..."
   "...go with it..."
   "...neither accept nor deny..."
   "...go with the flow..."
   "...we're with you..."
   "...you're in the hands of experts..."
   --experts--and the Pranksters are there rapping over her, riff after riff of words--and then Romney got hold of some Thorazine, a tranquilizer that is good at aborting bad LSD trips and he says, "Here, take this--"
   --take this--the Who Cares Girl and Ray look at this costumed freak amid a group of costumed freaks, all zonked, trying to hand her a capsule of God knows what--diabolism--and Ray throws the Thorazine away and the Who Cares Girl throws it away, and capsules go skidding across the floor, and the Who Cares Girl goes:
   haruummmppparummmparrrumppparrrumppparruuuuuuuumparumpauharuharummmpa mumbling along, drifting in and out of the freakout, giggling for a stretch and they say ah she's coming out of it and then: "Who cares!...Ray!...Ra-a-a-ay!...Oh, what's the use!...Sex!...Ray! Sex!...Who cares!"
   That phrase!--it sticks in Romney's head. He can't get it out. Her scream shrieks over the hall, because now Babbs has brought up the microphone and holds it near her, right in front of Ray, solicitously, like this will do it. Ray's head sprockets around inanely. Babbs is getting it all over the microphone, to make it part of the test--not an isolated event--but All-one, anachoretic freakout--Who cares! Romney looked at Babbs and Who Cares! -- well, Babbs cares, with one part of him, but with another his devotion is to the Test, to the Archives, a freakout for the archives, freaked out on tape in the Archives, Who Cares in the Prankster Archives, and they cry wails over the hall, into every brain, including Clair's--
   Romney can't get this insane cry out of his head. Who cares, and it becomes the Who Cares Test for him, and he is back at the microphone, with his mission now, his voice furrowing into the microphone:
   "Listen, this girl's brains are coming out! and who cares? This girl's coming apart! and who cares? This girl's breaking up into crispy chips! and who cares? This girl's caked in the dust, nylon wall-to-wall on her eyeballs! and who cares?"
   ---and it was very clear. Everybody who cared would do something, pour on the Energy if nothing else, bleed Dimensional Kreemo for her, if they truly cared. It became a test for Romney, he could feel it, to find the depths of how much he cared--Who Cares! she shrieks
   He cares! he feels it, and feels himself growing--
   --while the tapes reel it all in.
   .....What exactly have we done? and...
   Even to the Pranksters, the anti-Babbs faction, the Test was a debacle. They doubted the ethics of springing acid on the Kool-Aid, on the one hand, and thought the treatment of the Who Cares Girl, piping her freakout over the speakers, was cruel. Shortly after they got back to L.A. from La Jolla, the schism broke out true and rife, out front. This was a great little Morbio Inferiore all it's own, the Life Magazine divide."

-- Electric Kool Aid Acid Test - Tom Wolfe - Pages 271-82 http://www.postertrip.com/public/5580.cfm
 

The Inner Light

https://youtu.be/sa3948JzWCc

If you're lonely you can talk to me - 

Hey Bulldog (Promo video)
https://youtu.be/M4vbJQ-MrKo

>>>>>The consciousness does not die when the physical body dies.

Nothing is ever destroyed - it just becomes something different. Individual consciousness is lost at death, but IMO it is returned to the pool of whateveritis (home?) to groove united for another million years or so.

Or not.