www.jayarama.us/archives/trash-10-k.txt (rev. 120821) Practice Writings of Monkey and Piggy ANJANA SUTA ACADEMY You can write all day: Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah! Horsey! Ducky! Donkey! Sow! However, instead, you should write things that inspire them to go to Srila Prabhupada’s lotus feet and show them how. His lotus feet humble we meet, Our head on the ground in front of his seat. Then we can his KRSNA book, Or into his ‘Caitanya Caritamrta’ take a look. Wonk hitty ditty, wonk hitty ditty, wonk hitty ditty, woah! There is also the ‘Teachings of Lord Caitanya’. If you read these books, to Goloka you’ll go, and there, there, the work lies in a row. You can reap what you sow for Maharaja Nanda, bushels of wheat that can be made into breads and sweets for Gopal’s feats. It takes a lot of pluck to fight with devils and their daily muck. It takes a lot of breads and cakes to get the energized eyes to scrunch those skunks. ! Hare Krsna, Hare Krsna, Krsna Krsna, Hare Hare! ! OINK! OINK! WHOOP! WHOOOP! HOWEVER, the FIRST QUESTION we have to answer is, “How do you know?”, epistemology. There’ll always be two or three dingers in the same room that know more than you. Who can deny it? Easily ‘nother guy who knows as much and always a few blokes who need to be informed by your sagacity. O.K. We make the proposition that we can know by reading many books, but that is absurd. There are so many books, by so many people, for so many centuries. Even a guided tour might be absurd unless the guide could take us to the conclusion. CONCLUSION IS: Sri Krsna, Nanda-nandana, the son of Nanda Maharaja of Gokula, is the original truth. He can be looked at, smelled, tasted, heard, understood, contemplated, felt, and we’ll realize that any damn smell, taste, touch, thought that comes (Where do they come from?) is relative to Him. He is the Original Truth, Absolute Truth, not a relative truth. Hmmmmm! Such an experience, an invaluable resource, we’ve found easily available by accepting Srila A. C. Bhaktivedanta Swami, Prabhupada, as our Tour Guide of the Vedas. He gives us the ‘Srimad Bhagavatam’ and its subsequent appreciation by Sri Krsna Caitanya as the ‘Caitanya-caritamrta’ as the best and the essence of all Vedic wisdom. So, Srila Prabhupada’s guided tour of the Bhagavata literature is sufficient to know everything that has existed, does exist, will exist or could exist in the manifested world in terms of our service to Lord God. Time for a nap. (A sign of intelligence (Eating like a wolf and pushing Brother Ass (This body) to jump through three more hoops before breakfast is a sign of stoopidity. We used to do that, a lot!) . . . THE GREY MOTH IS HARD TO SWALLOW Johnny: Teacher why are grey moths better than green moths? Teacher: What do you mean, Johnny? Johnny: Well you said that animals survive more because they are fitter. They fit into the environment better and therefore they survive. I mean I can accept natural selection, but to say that things are getting better must mean that there is a good ideal already there in nature. Otherwise, if nature itself is changing then we would have natural selection, but not evolution. Things would be changing to fit into nature but that would not mean that they were better. I mean mosquitos may have existed and may exist after the manifestation of human beings so we would have to say that they are higher up on the evolutionary scale, no? Teacher: Oh, Johnny, that’s so funny! I think I should call Principal, Brian so that he can lock you up in the boy’s bathroom before you contaminate the other children. Johnny: Please don’t do that. I was just trying to understand this idea of the Origen of the Species. You said that all the moths in England were green but when industrialization came the countryside became grey from the soot and then the birds could easily see the green moths so they all got eaten, but the few babies who were grey (by Chance) survived and reproduced. They fit into nature better. It was survival of the fittest. However, then they cleaned up the factory emissions and the country became green again and the reverse happened and green moths fit and survived and the grey ones became lunch. So, how can we say that grey moths are higher on the evolutionary scale? How can we say that there is evolution unless God exists and we are evolving to His perfection. Teacher: Mr. Brian! Come quick! Johnny is preaching an authoritative concept of God! He has abandoned the rational empiricism of science to accept intuition and authority as the basis of knowledge! He must be lobotomized quickly! Principal Brian: It’s alright Teacher. We can accommodate Johnny’s ideas. He is just promoting replacing meat, whiskey and sexual fervor with pizza, basketball and good hymn singing. Relocate to the town. Let the cities dry up. Have one partner working, the other stay home and love the kids and do 5-hours a week of part time work. . . . THE BAMBINO who could write was Abraham’s delight, Saving yesterday’s palaver for tomorrow. High and hoary sounds in the desert tents resound, Captured by pencil for piano. Hare Krsna, Hare Rama, Songs on Giri-govardhan. Gopis watching the cowboys dance, “Tough to follow but watch us prance”, Under Kishor-Kishori’s amazed glance. Jaya Giri-govardhana! . . . MY RAT IS Baxter, my Feline’s Fud, My Dog is Dinky, my Cow chews Cud. Ecology is our natural game, We’re not fools, we know this world’s insane. Create a little Embassy, For those who good Patients be, Students of Go Back Home, Where the Cow and Buffalo roam. Practical matters, sound on tin, All the U-238 is done in. Prayers to the Sun God, It goes flares, No more radios, No T.V. stares. Live in Goloka, a village fair, Lost on the forest, who knows where? Our business here to pull them out, The Holy Names make many men shout.