run as fast as Jesus

I breathe air from ancient times. It's hard for me to imagine this in a world of computers, the internet, time used to just sit around and try to connect to others, share ideas, create masterpieces that others can read millions of miles away, if the search engine allows it.

It is the year 2005. I'm not sure what to do with this either. We are farther from the truth of existence and yet the teachings of the Masters fly around in the invisible world of knowledge we all create everytime we add our own thoughts.

Sometimes I need to run. Just get away and breathe. Breathe in the dust from the manuscript of Shakespeare's "Hamlet", the charred body of Joan of Arc, the dried leaves of Buddha's boddhi tree, the knowledge of King Solomon.

In 2005, I need to breathe in the deaths of thousands of people quietly enjoying a sunny day at the beach. Sometimes breathing can be hard.

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