03 Jul Observation 1
A nation that gets into pissing contests is a urine-nation. It's also full of shit as it morally justifies its actions. Taken to task, the nation declares its motto: "Our shit don't stink."...
A nation that gets into pissing contests is a urine-nation. It's also full of shit as it morally justifies its actions. Taken to task, the nation declares its motto: "Our shit don't stink."...
Eureka, I have found it. Yet, there is no I, there is nothing to find, there is no it. There is no there. All is here and all here is is is. Those who seek shall not find, for the it they seek is not an it but an is; just being. The words to a song are empty, as all here is is dancing to the music. ...
In college, I had three LSD psychedelic journeys of which I have distinct memories. One was of my wanting to eat my brain. I felt that my mind and body were a duality. If I ate my brain, my mind and my body would be one. The second was looking at a painting and seeing its colors dripping beyond its frame and onto the floor. The third was when I was wallowing naked in mud in the backyard of my parents' attached house in Brooklyn and saw myself holding onto Earth with dear life as it was spinning incredibly fast and I as afraid I would otherwise fall away from Earth and into endless space. Looking back now, the first journey was the recognition of the duality between our animal consciousness (the body) and divine consciousness (the mind) and our purpose in life which is to integrate the two as a whole. The second revealed that no thing is an independent thing, as it is our mind that creates the forms and shapes of things which are otherwise one interconnected and interdependent thing in the now. The third journey suggested that if we let go our self-identity (Earth life), we will be one with the universe....
A dear subscriber to our blog "had a very good friend who recently passed away from a heart attack while riding his bike. He was in his late 60's." And now, "the void...
Before we are born we are undifferentiated we are the eternal soul. Upon birth, we are quickly told otherwise; given personal, social and various other identities: our temporary self. Soon enough, some of us forget every thing is a manifestation of the soul. These are the lost souls. With only their self identity, one day they surely die; for the gates to eternity are only open to the soul. For those who retain their soul identity life is heaven on Earth....
Before and after the now, we are the eternal soul. In the now, we are the self; a temporary expression of the soul. The soul simply is, asking for nothing. The self is selfish, demanding all our attention. As the self denies the soul's existence, we lose touch with the soul. Ironically, the self will inevitably no longer exist and we will surely die if we lose our connection to the soul....
Following up on yesterday's post, as to why much of the blog is about my philosophical "theorizing," I reflected about a central message of the blog: simply, don't take your self and things too seriously and you'll have a wonderful life experience. Early on with the blog, based on interactions I had with people, I felt many were embracing the message. However, now, I realize that the only thing these people weren't taking seriously was me and my theorizing. I agree. I don't take my role in the play of life more seriously than other roles. Yet, taking my self seriously would be funny which is the effect at which the blog aims. Ultimately, my purpose is to get people to laugh, with me or at me. When laughing, people are not taking things seriously....
"The child is father of the man."...
Praise takes little effort to create, is risk free to distribute and rewards those who dispense it. Valuing praise at its cost of production, praise is worthless. Yet, most people love being praised and pay handsomely those who praise them, who often appear in the role of salespeople. Criticism takes thought, effort and is a thankless job; often received as umbrage. I feel those who criticize me love me and my criticism of others is given out of love. Maybe that's why I was never much of a salesman....
The way forward is clear when looking backward from the end of days....