We are a river. We are a river of listening angels responsive to the least noticeable sound of joy or sorrow. We are a river of spirits sounding prayers into the depths of mystery. We are a river of smiling Buddhas forever sitting in compassionate peace under one billion stars which appear shining as the one great enraptured Bo tree. We are river... rive-ers, splitters of all dualities into the multitudinous manifestations of human souls living, dying, suffering, delighting, bubbling into the ocean dream of the One, the singlemost point of connection among all the droplets of water. We are river.
“That Buddha’s former vow was,
‘After my passage into extinction,
wherever I am, wherever I go,
there may my purpose be to listen to dharma.’”
I have lived this life before. I have dreamed this dream before. Before time and before space the whorls of light began.
Uh. Hiya. Harvey Lackawanna here. I am the Buddha. Ha. Uh. Hiya. Sounds serious. All wrapped up within. Within earshot. Within crawling distance. Then there’s Norman’s MCI experience. It goes like this:
One of his projects during the summer of 1997 was the task of porting his Music: Imagination and Technique software from its DOS version into Windows 95. Most of the sound functions in Windows were easy to implement, but there were some obscurities in handling some of the more advanced digital audio calls.
These were all associated with what Microsoft labels “Media Control Interface” - MCI, for short. For some strange reason, there was little readily accessible information about the advanced MCI functions. So he devoted a considerable amount of time to scouring the Internet and bookstores for any titbit of information that could shed light on using the MCI.