The Middle Way

At Rocket Prince we like to encourage belief in wonder. We ask for nothing and everything. Now we ask you to consider young Siddhartha. The Siddhartha who saw two choices when he bolted the palace in the 3C BC -- the velvet coffin or enlightenment. Young Buddha was hungry for the latter and eventually found the Middle Way. All other paths lead to extremity, depravity and despair.

When playing, let us not think about despair. For as much as the woods are shadowy and dark, the meadow is light. Zooey Deschanel sings, “the summit doesn’t differ from the deep, dark valley and the valley doesn’t differ from the kitchen sink.” Wash up – let’s go to the light.

But there are holes with trees smack in the middle, you say? Look at that narrow defile. Sometimes you have to go left, sometimes right, sometimes up and over, sometimes through, sometimes beneath, you say? Yes, it is true.

Then how can you prescribe the middle as the way?

Look at the tree. You might say to it, Hello, tree, you’ve been around a long time, isolated in nature, I commend your longevity. If you’ll hold still a moment, I will throw my disc around you and then I will walk to you. I will admire your silent grace. And then I will continue walking, looking forward to our next conversation.

We find the middle only when we open our hearts. You won’t get there if you think. You have to feel. Trust the way. There’s no syllogism, no this plus this equals this. No if, then. This is not reason.

We’re talking about a nice drive, yes, but we’re also talking about the return of soul. It helps if you have four arms but all you need is one heart. Grab the saucer, throw the saucer, and release a piece of your soul. May it fly to the heavens.