Paradise

I went to the library this week and felt as though I were in paradise. I wanted to find "The Black Hand" by Chris Blatchford. My brother read it and said it was a graphic, interesting story. It is about a man named Rene "Boxer" Enriquez that defected from the Mexican Mafia. I have always been fascinated by sociopaths, and the intelligence that they waste on committing crime. I have watched his interviews and am surprised at how incredibly eloquent he is. I am looking forward to reading the book and gaining some insight into his world.

For now, I am busy reading "The Essential Alan Watts." I started reading it yesterday and am on the last chapter. What a brilliant human being. I understand his philosophy on life, and admire his courage to be true to himself. He couldn't care less what people thought about him. He lived his life to the fullest. How wonderful it is for someone to enjoy their life without feeling that they need to be sinless and perfect. What fun is that? We all wear masks, we are different things to different people, and that makes life more interesting. Watts spent his days "playing," and I strive to do much of the same.