“What is life without incompatible realities?” ~ Ursula K. Le Guin
“Nowhere is it writ that anthropoid apes should understand reality.” ~ Terence McKenna
“I myself find the division of the world into an objective and a subjective side much too arbitrary. The fact that religions through the ages have spoken in images, parables, and paradoxes means simply that there are no other ways of grasping the reality to which they refer. But that does not mean that it is not a genuine reality. And splitting this reality into an objective and a subjective side won’t get us very far.” ~ Niels Bohr
One thing about writing this daily blog is that I too often feel pressed to write something productive, or wise, or influential. It matters not that my own chosen reason for this blog does not at all require that I do so, nor does the small audience I have require anything of the sort. There is no puzzle here, not about this unnecessary expectation. It’s a superego thing. Yesterday was case in point in this regard for I consciously chose to spend Thanksgiving alone. Superego says this is no way no how good. Yet superego says I am not good enough, or right enough, at any given time. It matters not. I took two naps yesterday! Not planned, spontaneous like a cat would; just kinda sorta give in to nodding off. It served me well. However well-rested I am I still feel exhausted. It’s that thing I call “life tired”. Today I am in just the mood to go gentle on myself, have mercy, compassion, that kind of stuff. This attitude flies in the face of superego. It is not my intention to offend. I just need a chance to unwind, as I mentioned in yesterday’s post. I actually look forward to work today, to the smiles and the laughs, and the touching moments . . . and the achingly mundane stuff as well. I’m of the inclination to go all spiritual, or philosophical, or intellectual, or mystical, and I suspect that the discomfort I feel in taking it all down to the mundane level is exactly what it feels like to fly high. I’m at risk here, on the verge of slipping right into the Be Here Now continuum. It’s not where I want to be today. Conceptually speaking, of course. I’m in the mood to bend time and weave dreams, to pull through whatever rather than quest forth, onward, whatever. Yeh, whatever. My old girlfriend, Ginny, used to call it “let go and let God”. I think that’s an Italian saying. We had a good thing going. But she was stolen right from under my nose by a car thief. No, really. I find great humor in that. He was soon after extradited to who knows where, and Ginny moved back home to Cape Cod, then out to the Monterey Peninsula. I went out to see her only weeks after my head injury and NDE. I never heard from her again after my departure home, back to the islands, yet to this day I can see her eyes. That’s the kind of mystery today shall be. I haven’t until this very post was begun thought of Ginny in a long, long time. And that is part of what bending time is all about. That and getting to work on time when you are objectively and actually running late. Let me give you an annoyingly obscure metaphor here and I’ll just run along, k? Do you really think that people who buy an Apple Watch use it to tell time? Or let’s get really really obscure – if there are aliens living on some planet a billion light years away from here are they the same as they were yesterday? Hmmmmm?
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.