Wicked Wanderings: TOOL

An old Indian Grandfather said to his grandson who came to him with anger at a friend who had done him an injustice.

"Let me tell you a story. I too, at times, have felt a great hate for those that have taken so much, with no sorrow for what they do. But hate wears you down, and does not hurt your enemy. It is like taking poison and wishing your enemy would die. I have struggled with these feelings many times."

He continued...

"It is as if there are two wolves inside me; One is good and does no harm. He lives in harmony with all around him and does not take offense when no offense was intended. He will only fight when it is right to do so, and in the right way. He saves all his energy for the right fight.

But the other wolf, ahhh!

He is full of anger. The littlest thing will set him into a fit of temper. He fights everyone, all the time, for no reason. He cannot think because his anger and hate are so great. It is helpless anger, for his anger will change nothing. Sometimes it is hard to live with these two wolves inside me, for both of them try to dominate my spirit."

The boy looked intently into his Grandfather's eyes and asked...

"Which one wins, Grandfather?"

The Grandfather smiled and quietly said...

"The one I feed."

Friday, September 01, 2006

TOOL

Somedays I just can't get enough.

It's one of those days...

I select my playlist containing anything I have ever found involving TOOL and Perfect Circle. Hit shuffle and pump up the volume.

I soak in the power, sway my head and twist my hips, get lost for a track or two, come back to my senses and then manifest some will upon my life...and then another track touches somewhere deep inside, and I lose myself all over again. (need to remember to take of the heals next time.)

I'll do this for days sometimes...

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Friday, September 01, 2006

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