Friday, October 22, 1999 Now. By Stephen Jay Morris The Skeptic has left the building! (1) The Philosophy department is having an orgy The Neo-Puritans stand in formation in front of the vomitorium. Waiting for the Apostles of reason...ah..but.... Their wait will be indefinite. For you see........ They were dead, before they died. The Buddhists....... Were already born, Before their birth. Me.... I am writing love letters in a log cabin. By a river with a gentle flow. Overshadowed by tall trees. It's just me and the animal kingdom. Between two redwoods, Is a Sunbeam... That hits my cabin like a spot light from God. There ain't no Spiritual drought here. I won't Follow Allen Ginsberg's path to extinction I will follow my own road to extinction. My life has been like Improvisational Jazz. What ever strikes me...I go there. Some have a master plan for life. They fancy themselves as master minds. They have itineraries.   (2)>> <<BACK