Stavros Krysiak aka Anh Minh writes:

I have read on this newsgroup references to some good shit and some bad
shit.  Are there such things as good shit and bad shit or is everything
just shit?  Shit in itself is non judging. When it comes out it doesn't
speak to me and say "Hey I am really good shit!", but there are times,
when I do have a really good shit.   The really good shit isn't the shit
itself, but an  attraction that I have for that shit.  Sometimes I hold
on to that attraction.  This is known as clinging shit.  When the shit
clings to me, my friends say "Whoa Stavros! You stink!"   After a few
experiences like that I learned not to cling to my shit. but enjoy the
shit while I am shitting.  After it is over I might say that I had a
really good shit knowing that this is a judgment. What may be good shit
for me is bad shit for someone else.  I like to be happy in my shit.
Others cry when they are covered with shit.  The exact same shit that I
am rolling in and enjoying would make   others puke. 

I had to learn not to be dogmatic about my shit.  It's not for
everyone.  So when someone sees me playing with my shit and ask me
that,  if they played with their shit will they  be happy,  my answer is
follow your shit not my shit.  If playing with shit makes you puke don't
try to acquire a taste for it.  Play with something else.  If they say
that playing with that something else  will make you blind, don't
believe them.  Those who don't have an attraction for that will go blind
trying to be happy doing something that is not their shit.  

The other day I was eating Bun Nam in a Vietnamese Restaurant.  I friend
who was with me said, "How can you eat that shit!"  Because he can't
stand that shit does that mean that I should not eat that shit which I
love so much.?  For me Bun Nam is really good shit;  for him it's really
bad shit.   There is no one true shit. The only truth is that I love to
eat that shit.  Some try to say that the truth is that all living things
make shit. Living things take something in and change it to something
else, which is shit for them but dinner for something else.  It's a
theory. I don't know if that lump of gold sitting before me is alive or
not. It doesn't appear to be shttting or does gold shit? Is truth that
one thing which never changes or its it that ever changing thing? 
Sometimes I say who cares , because I really  don't  give a shit., but
some people do give a shit. I let them worry about that shit while I am
playing in my shit.

Sometimes it is necessary to go where you shit is  acceptable. I eat Bun
Nam in Vietnamese restaurants. They would not serve it to me in an
American restaurant because that shit stinks.  I respect their shit by
not bringing my shit there.  Now if they don't respect my shit and try
to close down every place where I eat my shit it may becomes necessary
for me to shit in their face.  Sometimes it wakes them up and sometimes
I have to run like hell. 

Happy New Year!