Who Promised You Tomorrow?

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“Nothing in life is to be feared, it is only to be understood. Now is the time to understand more, so that we may fear less.”  ~ Marie Curie

“There are two basic motivating forces: fear and love. When we are afraid, we pull back from life. When we are in love, we open to all that life has to offer with passion, excitement, and acceptance. We need to learn to love ourselves first, in all our glory and our imperfections. If we cannot love ourselves, we cannot fully open to our ability to love others or our potential to create. Evolution and all hopes for a better world rest in the fearlessness and open-hearted vision of people who embrace life.” ~ John Lennon

“We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.”  ~ Plato

Objective and subjective time are at odds this morning. I’m not sure I like that. All kinds of things come up when I try to examine this conflict, but none of them are anything I want to consider right now, because . . . . ummmm, I don’t have enough time? Far be it from me to be temporally greedy. I need to get over myself. Right? Yeh, maybe. The pale light . . . . geez, I almost got into anthropomorphizing for a minute. The sun rises soon. The day will be hot and dry, and maybe windy, but that last is mere speculation. It’s like this every morning. Why can’t I get it into my thick head? Why do I have to romanticize or poeticize all the time? Regardless, these questions, and more, will not guide my day (but likely they will. Silly me). It’s a workday, for one thing. It pays — literally — to be objective on the job. Yet in retail customer service it is also crucial to be deft in matters of intersubjectivity. Intersubjectivity fascinates me. It’s kinda sorta like what I told my psychotherapist a coupla weeks ago. I am fascinated by equanimity. I love this stuff. I think it was by reading Stephen Levine that I came to be fascinated by equanimity. Jean Huston was the one who turned me on to subjective time, in a keynote presentation at the International Conference on Science and Spirituality, back in 2012, at Buffalo Thunder Casino, just north of Santa Fe, New Mexico. I attended a seminar by Christian de Quincey at that conference as well. He was talking about zombies and angels at that seminar. No, really! He’s a philosopher. What do you expect? The zombies and angels thing is a kind of thought experiment, where angels represent pure, bodiless consciousness, and zombies represent beings with no friggin consciousness at all. But I digress. I had read a book by de Quincey about intersubjectivity: Radical Knowing. That’s what I was getting at here before I got all wordy and drifty and stuff, before I ran out of time. Well, almost out of time. I’ve got a few cranky complaints to attend to first. The pain from that little twist in my spine, right between my shoulder blades, is intense this morning. Hurts straight through to my sternum, which it rarely does. I expect it will ease once I get up out of this chair and get objective about the day. I have a massage scheduled on Thursday, and we shall attend to said pain while we chat away. I enjoy the chatting. The combination of body work and casual chat really is an example of how objectivity and subjectivity blend. I’d love to get into that here but — all joking aside — I am objectively out of time. The workday beckons and the fake rooster crows. I must remind myself that it is all life. Something came to me yesterday while I was waiting for my breakfast burrito at LotaBurger. There were several young Spanish men also waiting for their burritos. One of them brought up how a man he knew had died the very day after he retired. Turned out another of the men also knew a guy who had done that. In the course of following those deep statements one of the guys said “You have to live for the day. Who promised you tomorrow?”. Yeh. I like that. It is something that I know well.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

 

 

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