Emptyness, I am full of it ... Most are full of it, a personal bullsit, horned ego and forms of comic karmic car/cowmuck delusion.
… here is one story I hope instills stillness:

I am a sukkha for dukkha. I like to suffer.

There are good things in my life. Buddhism is one. It Is stillness and goodish internet comrades. I like Tantra for its noise and variety and heresy for its non-existence. I like to hear from broken people repairing as best they can-can.

What story can you tell?