Saturday 00:36 a.m.
This is a photie of the Queen at the Lyceum Theatre. She's the one slap bang in the middle. I took this photie because that's where I was sitting this evening watching Copenhagen, a play by Michael Frayn. Perfect spot. The photie is a photie at the back of the box. There are proper chairs in the box and you can close your eyes and meditate the best one of the day. Still listening to the play which could have been done on radio. An excellent two hours. Also, there en famille. We can talk about the drama, so we can.
"When we can see, straightforwardly and non-conceptually, the nature of our clear light mind and remain totally absorbed in this nature without ever regressing from it, we have become a Buddha." D. Lama. The Wall.
If everything, as it surely does, arises in mind, abides in mind and declines in mind, then everything must be a thought of some kind. As you move inexorably towards perfection, as we surely do, then there must be a perfect thought. So is being absorbed in the clear light mind perfection? Is the clear light mind ecstasy? Breathless, without conceptualisation?
Since I've had three bottles of wonderful German bottled lager, I'd now like to sing yous all a little song!
God save our gracious Queen! Long may she serve ice cream. And candy floss. We are victorious! Half a loaf between the four of us! Thank God there's no more of us! God save the Queen!
Up the republic!
4 comments:
I say!
""When we can see, straightforwardly and non-conceptually, the nature of our clear light mind and remain totally absorbed in this nature without ever regressing from it, we have become a Buddha." D. Lama. The Wall."
I thought it was Pink Floyd that recorded The Wall, but I stand corrected.
MM III
Mingin'! Soon you'll be able to quote that by heart! Hotboy
I say! Welcome to the monarchist community! You might be interested in the first limerick I ever heard.
In 1958,
the queen sat on a plate.
The plate was hot,
she burnt her bot,
in 1958.
Frayn is great. Have you read Spies? You could order it in at work, as it's suitable for kids.
Albert? Thank God for the Queenie! Dearie me! Hotboy
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