Assorted visions of inept tennis professionals dance dimly before me, laughingly serving cold cuts and hors d’ouevre to a group of banking officials dressed in mufti. Even when the music swells into a cacophonous roar, those faithful and patient rhododendron drivers continue to ply their vegetated wares to the lingering crowd of Elvis impersonators in the parlor. Fortunately for all, though every single eyelid was twitching in time, the audio synchronization was off by a full three seconds, thus preventing any further emotional outbreaks. Such is the way with all pastoral passions, in this land of enchanting cardboard homeless shelters…..
There, take that! I dare you to make any sense of it….. This paragraph has been especially designed and built to resist all attempts to do so, and we need to have someone try, to see how it does under actual reading conditions. If it tests out okay, I’m going to try to sell it to some random member of the BRC, to use next time they want to distract the public from what they’re really doing…. I don’t know, this one might be a bit esoteric for a politician; maybe a priest could use it to confuse some poor sap who wanders in from the cold, looking for food….. This won’t get him fed, but at least he won’t know why….
I’m feeling a little radical today, if you couldn’t tell….. At the least, it is becoming clear that we here at Exploring Consensual Reality have no traces of cherophobia, nor will it ever find any place here to settle in (cherophobia = fear of having fun….). If you believe in the traditional idea of God, well, then you can say, “God forbid!”, and let it go at that. Nobody’s perfect…..If you have some doubts as to the accuracy of the dogma, well, congratulations, and welcome to the party. We’ll be serving up some rather tasty political or social discourse later on, and you will enjoy it, I’m sure….. and there are handy-wipes in the receptacle under your seat…..
For those of you who may be new to the way we do things around here, all I can do is wish you luck; it’s too late for the rest of us to even think of turning back. And, as for Big Brother and the Beloved Ruling Class, they will have to wait their turn at the table; they get no special perks here….. Hmm, I am beginning to suspect that this is getting a bit out of control, and might need to have the choke chain tightened up a tad. I had to let the insurance lapse, so we can’t afford to let anyone get bitten…..
It’s a good thing, probably, that this intro section has now reached the five paragraph standard that was set some time ago; I’m not sure how much longer I could keep it out of the visitor’s gallery, where it would no doubt cause undue hardship for many. Besides, I’m getting a trifle confused, from wandering so far from what passes for normal around these parts; I think we should get on with today’s dive before it gets totally irrational. I’m thinking….. No, I’d better not…. Never mind, we’ll just grab our mask and fins, and go…. Shall we Pearl?…..
“Belief? What do I believe in? I believe in sun. In rock. In the dogma of the sun and the doctrine of the rock. I believe in blood, fire, woman, rivers, eagles, storm, drums, flutes, banjos, and broom-tailed horses….” — Edward Abbey
I like this….. I was thinking the other day about the things that people believe about God, as is a habit of mine, for some reason I’ve never bothered to examine; it’s just what I do. Any who, it occurred to me that most people have a vision in their mind, of what they believe God would look like, and their view of the universe, in a way, is influenced by whatever they see in that vision. Since I can’t accept the vision that is provided for us by all the different religious systems of dogma, or rather, any of the multitude of similar visions, ffolkes who read this blog might wonder what I do see when I look at my version of how a god should look….
Actually, I can answer that one with ease…. I just look in the mirror. And so can you…. You see, that answer is already documented, in my own personal philosophy, Peruaosophy, wherein Axiom #3 states, “Thou art God, you know…. Let’s do lunch.” I know that the phrase, “Thou art God”, is stealing from Robert Heinlein. His character, Michael Valentine Smith, the Man from Mars, used it as the basic premise of the religion he started in the book, by which he tried to teach the people of Earth all he had learned from living with the Martians, a very advanced race, who were completely in tune with the Real Nature of the Universe, which is to say, they had realized that they were God….
It probably sounds a bit egotistic to make that statement, but in reality, it is not. We are all God, just as every living creature, every rock, every planet, every piece of dust, and everything else we perceive, and don’t perceive, all together, is what I believe to be the real God. Everything that exists is a piece of the whole, and bears within it all the power and glory of the whole. This isn’t a new idea, and in fact, most of the Christian faiths attempt to weave this little piece of reality into the fabric of their own beliefs, but in a way that corrupts and demeans people, in favor of a delusional old man with childish passions…..
“A society made up of individuals who were all capable of original thought would probably be unendurable.” — H.L. Mencken
🙂 It is this little bit of truth that most likely persuaded some ancient cave dweller to fabricate the religious structures that define current theological thought, knowing that most folks AREN’T capable of original thought, and would accept anything they put forth as truth, as long as they didn’t have to think about it themselves. How else to explain how perfectly normal, intelligent people will buy this BS? Most of the actions they ascribe to God, and his myrmidons, in the Bible, and other holy treatises, are those of a spoiled child, with no impulse control, and no empathy for the creatures He is purported to have created…..
One of the dead giveaways for me has always been this idea of Free Will…. The whole construct is flimsy, from a logical standpoint, to begin with, and then to make the assumption that some divine entity GAVE us this characteristic, and then placed limits and rules on how it should be used….. I’m sorry, but that is just TOO much for me to believe all at once. It doesn’t make any sense, until you factor in who is telling the tale. A quick look at the motivation behind the story will make it obvious that, oh, that’s right! This is all intended to benefit the preachers! Only the priestly classes benefit from making the assumptions they spout; that much is abundantly clear…. It’s insulting, to me, to think that they think I’ll fall for it….
But then I realize that they would HAVE to make that assumption, because almost everyone they encounter buys into it, without ever looking at it any deeper than the surface, accepting what they are told about what it all means. Sadly, it is NOT a common trait in this, or any other, country, to teach critical thinking to our children, so they tend to believe anything they are told, before they have learned or developed any defense against such cognitive repression.
I’m not sure exactly how I slipped through the cracks, but I do know there aren’t all that many of us out there, who question the validity of humanity’s most commonly held delusional systems….. Most of us aren’t too vocal about, with good reason…. Me, I don’t care anymore what anybody might think, and I’m past any fear I might have had regarding retribution from crazed ignoramuses who might get upset at my beliefs; if they want a piece of me, well, come on down, either virtually, or in reality; I’m easy….. and a lot more dangerous than I might appear on the surface. Plus, guilt never slows me down at all, having been eliminated from my emotional make-up long ago….. I only feel bad about what I CHOOSE to feel bad about, not what anyone else might think….
Okay, I’ve done it again…. written myself out of material. I can’t decide in which direction to take this, which is a sure sign it is enough. One of my intentions in writing this piece was to clarify my own beliefs, so that nobody can point out that I am against a lot of stuff, but don’t have anything with which to replace what I would get rid of…. To be perfectly clear, in all respects, I will leave you now with a reprinting of Peruaosophy, my personal philosophy, as today’s poetry selection, so it doesn’t take up any more space here….. As for here, I’m done…..
The wisdom of pearls…
(The world is my oyster; which way to the pearls?)
1) I think I am; that’s close enough.
2) The nature of the Universe is Change. Unpredictable, innovative transformation of Reality is the Norm. If you have a problem with this, you’re in for a rough ride in Life.
3) Thou art God, you know. Let’s do lunch.
4) Excellence is its own reward.
5) Girls think differently. So do boys. Don’t fight it.
6) Axiom #2 X axiom #5 = And God so loved the world, He said, “Quit whining!”
7) Do your Duty. Respect Life. Honor the Truth. Share your Love.
8) Go back. Everything you need to know is in the first seven axioms.
Hmm…. editorial note: I’m thinking this may need a new axiom, as I just realized there is one thing missing…. I’m thinking it would fit in at #8, with the appropriate adjustments to the old #8, which would become #9, a much more cosmically balanced number…. The new axiom would say, “Your head was not designed to be used as a chair.”…… Thoughts? Comments? Derisive laughter?….
You’ll be glad to know, perhaps, that no innocent assumptions were harmed in the construction of this philosophy….. We did, however, mercilessly eliminate a significant number of lies we’d been told since childhood, and, I have to admit, had a lot of fun gleefully murdering numerous misapprehensions offered up by unscrupulous power mongers in the guise of religious dogma…..
“I want another RE-WRITE on my CAESAR SALAD!!” — Zippy the Pinhead
As is patently obvious by now, I hope, I value my nonsense. Life is serious business, most of the time, and it doesn’t always leave us room to have fun. So, I believe that one should take the opportunity, whenever it presents itself, to inject a bit of silliness into whatever is happening at the moment. It doesn’t cost anything but a bit of time and wit, and the results are often much more beneficial than we could imagine. Most of the world’s most brilliant minds know this rule of thumb, and aren’t afraid to tickle the ribs of life…. Goodness knows we all can use a good chuckle now and again, as we find our way through the maze that reality builds for us, or we become all dry, and our souls shrivel up like a prune…..
“A little nonsense now and then, is cherished by the wisest men.” — Willie Wonka
This principle, you will note, is prevalent throughout everything I write; that is my intent, and my hope, anyway. No matter how serious a subject, there is always something ironic, or something just plain silly, that one can see in the midst of all the heaviness, and it can not only make the subject more palatable, but more understandable, as well, by clarifying the definition through the use of contrast. Kind of like using a colorful frame for a boring picture, it brings out those parts that may not have been noticeable otherwise….. In cooking, think of how a bit of cayenne pepper, and a dash of Tabasco, can wake up a Hollandaise sauce, turning it from heavy and bland, to rich and savory, in an instant…..
“Are you having fun? I am.” — Smart Bee
This is the key, right here…. Life can be fun, or it can be a burden; the choice is entirely ours as to which it becomes for us. It goes back to that Free Will issue I mentioned above, in a way. You can accept the limits that society and custom place on you, and live within those constraints very comfortably, if a bit boringly. Or, you can take the responsibility for your own feelings, and your own actions, and choose a life without coloring within all the lines. No matter how often they tell you, or how convincing may be the arguments, you still have the choice in your own hands whether or not to go along with the program, or to write your own….. Personally, I prefer to write my own, and I like it that way, strange as it can get at times…..
Roses are red,
Violets are blue
Some poems rhyme
But this one doesn’t.
— Smart Bee
Whee! What a rush! That last section almost got away from me, but, I was tougher than it was, and I got it to fall into line there at the end…. It’s a battle sometimes, to get it down just so….. Let’s see how it flows…. Judgments on quality held in reserve, I’ll take it. If nothing else, it drapes well…. and, it’s done, my favorite condition for a Pearl….. Hasta la bye bye, amigos, until mañana…. Y’all take care out there, and May the Metaphorse be with you…..
Sometimes I sits and thinks,
I just sits.