Could it be that the key to freeing yourself from ‘concerns of future’ lies in the present moment of dive bars?

“In this parable, we drink to the ever-present!”

“In MovieTown dive bars, those sneaking a drink before morning service swear it’s ‘their God’ who knows ‘the future’.”

The Twin Inferno Tao of no-mind frees you from an attachment to future. In that moment, no level of actual boozn’ returns you to the state of an intoxicated soul.

“But bartenders know… anyone making that claim is hustling you to believe their screenplay is going be an epic movie never to be forgotten.”

“That’s right, here at the Burgundy… drunk producers, film students, wannabe actors, and injured stuntmen can dis-cover ‘future’ to be imaginary.
Still, their efforts to ignore the realization makes for entertaining theatre.”

After a robust ego-washing, ‘future’ and ‘past’ lose their substance. As ego resides in illusory-like time, so does the non-present terms that support the imagined scripts of tomorrow and yesterday.

“At this bar, the future is a drink that never gets poured, and any ‘god’ that knows the future is one that’s had too much gin.
Only the present is stirred and shaken; no matter how much you banter, get in a tizzy, and look at your reflection in shiny vodka mule mugs.”

The ever-present is a place of peace… complete with pleasure AND pain, and occasionally cast within the temporary perceptions of creation AND destruction. Here, suffering is never found, for that sensation only arrives when you’re not present. The squall line intoxicants swirl in the hurricane of the city, yet within the eye of storm there’s calm.

“All along the Hollywood Blvd of this experience, the future swoons drunkenly within imagination.”

“Where do you want your new present to be, and when are you going to step off the sidewalk-star of ego’s desire?”

In the bar of duality, we eventually discover that the future is just an imagination.

In this image, the character ‘X’Tzu’ from ‘11:11 El Luchador Gauntlet’ asks, “Have I become blind from staring at the past?”

A soul’s balance swaggers when we swig past whisky and future beer.

Where’s our next dive bar meet?