As a buddhist* I believe that all beings are part of a system, we are all part of one life-essence that chooses to experience (in one small part of one small universe) itself as separate beings. The illusion of separation is there so that we can all explore the experience of being separate to the rest of life, quite possibly as a unique way to see the rest of the cosmos, of which we are a part, with fresh eyes.

As a buddhist I believe I am here to love the love/s of my life intensely, because soon enough we will both dissolve back into the cosmos and return to being perspectives in the same imagination…

I’m not sure whether this is sad or not, but whatever it means, this cycle-of-birth-and-death is the only one which we have to fall in love and share a life together.

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*sorta.

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Awesome lift today.
All morning my body was craving protein, I hoed down two eggs, a plate of beans, a protonz shake, two (probably)beef patties and a cup of beef chilli… got to the gym and was immediately channeling 80’s era Bill Katzmeier, huge iso- weights, big complex movements, all with a sense of focus and aggression I haven;t felt in the gym in ages.

There are guys who lift to get big, but for me it’s almost like yoga. That feeling of enormous wellbeing , so great as to almost be a physical pleasure, through forcing that connection between body and mind (as the brain is forced to find and recruit extra muscular effort to the task).

Sifu Shwarzenegger talks about how when you’re in that zone, lifting can be the best feeling a man can have, and I agree with him.

Now all I need’s the moustache…

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Today I …

Played hockey hard enough to get two new dents in my showroom-pristine faceplate… edited 3,000 words of gibberish into a coherent argument about the conceptual underpinnings of OSH management in the post-Rasmussen era…and shared a monster portion of Auckland’s second-best Southern ribs in a dingy-ass dive bar.

I’ll call it a win.

 divebar

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I want to get my Thesis this year “knocked out”, so I can go on to The Next Big Thing.

I want to get The Firm’s case sorted so I can go on to The Next Big Thing.

I want to get my shrugs back up so I can go on to The Next Big Thing.

I read this just now, and was reminded by Master Hanh that *this* is the only Big Thing.

“If while washing dishes, we think only of the cup of tea that awaits us, thus hurrying to get the dishes out of the way as if they were a nuisance, then we are not “washing the dishes to wash the dishes.” What’s more, we are not alive during the time we are washing the dishes. In fact we are completely incapable of realizing the miracle of life while standing at the sink. If we can’t wash the dishes, the chances are we won’t be able to drink our tea either. While drinking the cup of tea, we will only be thinking of other things, barely aware of the cup in our hands. Thus we are sucked away into the future -and we are incapable of actually living one minute of life.”

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For this year I’ve been drafted in to play hockey for AIS Tigers.

I haven;t played since high school, but my position is keeper, the requirements for which are basically being big and having a more or less complete disregard for your own physical wellbeing.

The stereotype in my (newly adopted) league is that goalies are invariably beer pounding weight lifting womanisers who habitually turn up to morning games drunk, hungover or both, like eighties powerlifters encased in ballistic foam.

At this point I’m not sure whether to take these as a set of unfair prejudices to repudiate, or as the basis of a pretty solid sounding life-schema.

Meanwhile I’m extremely grateful that the body armour has improved since high school, and that goalies are given the benefit of the doubt in cases of contact fouls.

Because if I remember rightly , I tend to attract a *lot* of contact fouls…

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