08-14-2008, 08:26 PM
Don't ask, don't tell
A man's in bed with his girlfriend. After having great sex, she spends the next hour lovingly stroking his penis, something she's done on many occasions.
Rather than just enjoying it, he asks her, "Why do you love doing that so much?"
"Because I really miss mine."
A man's in bed with his girlfriend. After having great sex, she spends the next hour lovingly stroking his penis, something she's done on many occasions.
Rather than just enjoying it, he asks her, "Why do you love doing that so much?"
"Because I really miss mine."
I realise that I have a past to break with--an accumulation of inertia, wrong, foolishness, rot, junk. A great need of clarification, of mindfulness, or rather, of no mind. A need to return to genuine practice, right effort. Need to push on the great doubt. Need for the spirit. Hang on to the clear light.
Thomas Merton
