Head Spaces


“We’re in such a hurry most of the time we never get much chance to talk. The result is a kind of endless day-to-day shallowness, a monotony that leaves a person wondering years later where all the time went and sorry that it’s all gone. ”   ~  Robert Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

When a shepherd goes to kill a wolf, and takes his dog along to see the sport, he should take care to avoid mistakes. The dog has certain relationships to the wolf the shepherd may have forgotten.”  ~  Robert Pirsig

It’s a quiet morning, and I would like to keep it that way. Silly me. Daft notion that. Still, there is an inner quiet about me that I might be able to sustain for a while when I go into Taos to work. Perhaps all day; you never know. I sometimes think about inner peace, even when it’s not there. I’m well-read enough in various spiritual traditions to know that I don’t know what I think I know. That, for me, is a major comfort. But about the inner peace  .  .  .  even when it is absent I have trained myself in equanimity, which keeps me, by definition, on the level, fairly rational, and profoundly accepting, even of things that I would never even think of accepting, no way no how. That’s one nice thing about objective empirical reality: it don’t give a fig about how I observe and perceive it. Yeh, yeh, I know about the quantum observer effect, and how nothing happens without observation; it’s all just probability waves and stuff. I used to take that idea on into New Age places. Still can. And sometimes I do like to do that. But not today. Today I am in one of my other head spaces, and in this head space the concept of “you create your own reality” is inherently judgmental, although on a subliminal level. In this head space, which is only one of many and varied personal spaces, if anybody pulls the “you brought it on yourself” schtick I’m just like all “and what’s your point officer?”. Yeh, I can be pretty snarky. And surgically sarcastic. I try to keep the two character traits on a leash. Mostly I am successful at it. I find that it is much more fulfilling to actually accept things as they come along, and to do that without friggin thinking about it. Reckon? That takes practice. And I have another head space where it is all practice, which is to say that it is also all play. Play and practice are perhaps not exactly analogous in essence, but they pretty much can take you to the same place, if you leave trying out of the equation. It’s all about repetitions. As Bogey said in Casablanca, “Play it again, Sam”. I suspect Sam knew damn well that each time he did it again it skootched a tad closer to becoming second nature. I think I’d better get off of this riff, which is actually a reactionary thing on my part, stemming from the death of one of my most influential writers, Robert Pirsig; the man who wrote Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. His passing leaves me in that translingual head space. You may notice that I have numerous different head spaces. There is a lot of space in my head. Now, don’t friggin tell me that it is all one space, k? That is totally beside the point of what I am on about here this morning. Irrelevant, see? A conversation stopper. Each of these spaces, any one of them, has nothing to do with whether or not I created it myself. These are spaces, places where I play, or weep, or ponder, or whatever. It simply does not matter where it came from and who brought it up in the first place. Now, moving forward. I feel good and peaceful this morning. The forecast is for rain today. It’s relatively warm outside; which is where I am going momentarily, right after I finish this post and publish it. Today I relish the little things, because yesterday I did something that I did not want to do, but it was the right thing to do, and it needed doing. It was kind of an adult thing to do, and it was also a good stretch for me in that I’m not very adult concerning the issue that came up and made me make a choice in the first place. That is, as I said, and am repeating now, why I am all about the little things today. All in the name of wordless amazement at the very existence of life. So there. I said it. Should be an easy day.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.


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