Dirty minds, keep moving on. I'm not talking about that "willie." I'm talking about the important Willie, as in Nelson, as in the Red Headed Stranger, as in The Night Life Ain't No Good Life, But It's My Life. I've been reading "The Tao Of Willie" lately, and I have to say, I've been pleasantly surprised and pleased. No, I haven't really gained any new insight into the way of the Tao from Texas' favorite son, and I'm not even sure I favor the Tao of Willie to the Tao of Steve, but I have gained insight in how living a meaningful existence has benefited Willie. And that's worth the price of turning the pages alone. I used to just think Willie was charmed. Smoke pot every day. Play 36 holes. Play some music. Get on a slick-ass bus and travel the countryside. Be revered by the entire world. But I'm starting to realize Willie wasn't touched by God (well, maybe he was; how would I know?); he's just got his damn act together. Get your act together, live right, treat people right, and good things will happen to you. But you have to open your eyes first. You have to put ego aside. You have to realize you're not the most important person in the room, and the only way you can learn, experience, and gain real wisdom and enlightenment is to shut the hell up and just be. Just flippin' be. Sounds so easy, but it's oh so damn hard. But the motivation, oh . . . it's all there waiting. Need proof of reincarnation? Just stare a while at Willie, friends. The proof is wrapped in a bandanna. 
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