Non Sequitur by Wiley Miller for November 08, 2015

Maybe it’s urban zen. Or maybe it’s a total retreat from unpleasant reality. Notice that no one else occupies that reality…

If he’s looking for strange and exotic life, all he need do is open his eyes.

I thought he was holding his phone up for imaginary selfies in exotic places.

Think S.O. 2001 ending.

Yes!

The true test is to be happy where you are, doing what you do in your daily life, including work. Or at least being content.

If some kid hollers out “Look momma! That man ain’t got no clothes on!” Then the woman would be correct in calling him a weirdo.

Oh hand out faces that he sees come again ain’t that familiarOh, girlfriend, he can’t have when he’s happy looks insane.

Even flowThoughts arrive like butterflies

pockita- pockita- pockita……

That’s not Zen. Zen is being what you are, where you are, eyes open, and recognizing everybody else as the same. Then you can get somewhere with the moral component, starting with “Cease from evil”. Too many people want to bring zen down to their level, just as too many people call sensory pleasures “heavenly”.

Calvin’s having a similar fantasy in the Calvin and Hobbes strip running here at GoComics today.

Hey, a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do. . .

OK, Yes it is pathetic so many are uncomfortable and jealous of someone who is altogether. Not succumbed to temporary depression and anxiety. Overcoming and becoming becomes so easy.

There’s lots of times I live in my own little world. I’m comfortable with that.

Good night to these wretched formsAll them gray eyes on the subwaySo long before you were bornYou were always to be a dagger floatingStraight to their heart

That’s how I got through basic training. When standing in formation waiting for something to happen, I’d just stare at the back of the guy in front of me and meditate.

I was born amidst the purple waterfalls.I was weak, yet not unblessed.Dead to the world. Alive for the journey.One night I dreamt a white rose withering,A newborn drowning a lifetime of loneliness.I dreamt all my future. Relived my past.I witnessed the beauty of the beast.

Why am I loved only when I’m gone?Gone back in time to bless the childThink of me long enough to make a memoryCome bless the child one more time

This city desert makes you feel so coldIts got so many people but its got no soulAnd it’s taken you so long to find out you were wrongWhen you thought it held everything

You used to think that it was so easyYou used to say that it was so easyBut you’re tryin, you’re tryin nowAnother year and then you’d be happyJust one more year and then you’d be happyBut you’re cryin’, you’re cryin’ now

He’s smiling because he’s imagining that he’s mooning the people behind him.

I sometimes laugh on the bus listening to humorous material I’m listening to. I still get annoyed when other people laugh at things they’re listening to on headphones.

His pose in the fantasies is the small bit of reality that followed him into his imagination. At least, that’s my perception.As for me I"m happy just to piss off those that would wish me to be otherwise. Happiness is largely a choice, though sometimes it is a hard choice to make. And some seem to prefer not to be happy. Weird choice, but theirs to make.

Something wrong in that last frame. Everyone should be looking at their smartphone.

fly me to the moon nude!