Good Bush/Bad Bush

Surfed a few times since my last entry. Waist to head high second bowl with beautiful weather - the view around the bay is like no other. Even surfed Saturday and had fun - an accomplishment considering the usual mass entry into the water. Last few days have been small, and the rain is back in town. Looked at the buoys - looks like a northwest swell is in the water and heading our way - three to five days out - but will the victory at sea conditions abate?
Apparently some believe I'm bashing the current fed Cesar. What nonsense, I love good bush. Good bush takes me to a level of higher consciousness and makes me believe anything is possible. On the other hand, bad bush gives me a headache and makes me just want to couch it. You know, it's not the bush, but the drama that surrounds it. Bush is just a mindless plant blowing in the right wind; the idiot wind blowing past their teeth while they're talking.
Two guys are holding guns at each other - a stand off. One guy is holding a single shot pistol, the other is holding a machine gun - Rambo style with the whole nine yards, is wearing enough body armor so that if his adversary shoots, it will be just a flesh wound, and has a tank battalion behind him. The guy with the single shot knows he's fucked, but he's got face. How does this stand-off end? Who takes the first step to live in the present moment? Who can afford to? Maybe the guy with resources will get more tanks in an effort to really impress the face and the face will drop his gun, knowing he really has no face. Maybe Rambo will just blow the face off the globe and start over - the flesh wound is just collateral damage. Surfing allows us to live in the present moment, and it has an effect on our decisions- sometimes good - and sometimes bad (typically relative to other's expectations). In any case - it gives us an appreciation for life that is lost to many. Looking at surf tends to focus that appreciation. What do you think?

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