JAN’S DAILY FRESH NEWS
© 2001:
Jan
Cox
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August 24,
2001.
THE FATHER & SON DIG SOME DITCHES
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Once the tools
were in hand, the elder began -- and began talking:
”This thing
is simple -- but not easy -- in fact,
if it were
more complicated it would be easier -- and in fact,
this, unwittingly,
is responsible for the laboriously intricate procedures
generally
employed to accomplish it -- as though:
if a thing
is too tiny to see, we’ll blow it up larger to study -- or:
since you
do not want to look directly at the sun, view it in a mirror,
or perhaps
best metaphor of all:
a steam shovel
cannot single out a solitary gold molecule
so it scoops
up tons of dirt instead, (ordinary thought, in the trope,
being the machinery unsuited for the specific job,
[an even
more realistic version would speak of the loader’s inability to pick up
itself]) -- but no matter the linguistic festivities, the fact lies
plainly in the open, all around you like the dirt on the Earth:
This Thing the few want to do is simple --- just not easy.
Here, look -- dig at an angle.
You, my lad,
may be thinking: ‘This is easy for him to say now --
after it
taking him most of a life time to realize it,’ and I say to you:
‘Don’t be
a smart ass -- it accomplishes nothing,’” (and
this marginalia made even their oldest post hole digger nod in bemused
agreement, [and at moments like this when he would offer potentially explosive
observations while the younger had sharp objects in his hand, the elder
was glad that the entire affair was only taking place in the safety of
one man’s mind]).
"But the statement
would harbor accuracy,
for it does
seem to require at minimum, damn near a life time of relentless relentlessness
to ever cut-&-stumble your way through all the complex outer garb
in which
ordinary thought must try to dress the simplicity of The Thing.
A life time
of pleasurable activity can also be had by studying
and thinking
about the various descriptions of how to find The Thing;
commonly do ordinary men say, regarding a journey to a new destination,
that getting-there-is-half-the-fun,
well in the
case of This, with those who never see it through,
getting there
is all the fun they will ever have -- but,
what you
may anomalistically come to understand
will not
go with you into the grave anyway, will it..........(unless of course),”
and he really put his foot into it,
“(Alterations
arising from such have, at our cellular level,
an effect
that lasts beyond our gross anatomical disintegration.
Who knows,
my little one,
you becoming
more coherently conscious in your lifetime
may some
day make it easier for some pine tree to achieve its enlightenment.)”
The father got a good shovel full with that one,
(so mused the lounging pick).
"When you
hear-about, become enthralled-with & decide to go-after, This Thing,
your entire
world, (mental world that is),
takes on
a sudden new glow, and unidentifiable excitement fills your inner air;
if to This
Thing you are born,
you have
no doubt WHATSOEVER that finding This Thing
will instantly
answer every question you or anyone else has ever had, and give you generally
unavailable information that will make your life from thereon out --
a downhill
slide on Teflon -- and,
you &
everyone else who has ever felt this way -- are correct,
but my god!
Such a formidable undertaking!
You probably
should totally abandon your present life,
and relocate
full time with some teacher who has already found The Thing,
and who will
whip you pronto, into shape, (or putting that on hold for the moment):
read all
of the books ever written about The Thing,
(right there
is enough to occupy you for the next seventy years), or at least
join in some closer-to-home group activity with fellow seekers who already
have in place,
a system
of The Thing they have adopted.
But, my god!
The whole thing is so complicated!
Some of the
people you talk to say they have been at it for decades,
and still
have not found The Thing;
they say
it not to discourage, nor do they seem to be,
they just
tell you out front that it is not unexpected to spend
a lifetime
in sincere search, and still never actually get your own
personal
hands on IT.
'But,
Hell,’ you say to yourself, ‘You have to start somewhere’
--
and indeed
you do, but you do not have to stay there forever,
which in
practice amounts to not gradually blinding yourself to
what is going
on so that eventually you pretend to not realize that,
where-you-started
is where you still are.”
He reached for the pick -- which
made the pick happy.
“If you never
apply yourself to seeing The Thing’s simplicity,
the complexity
of whatever system you commence with
will only
seem to become more complex with time.
See, here
is what I would say to a real son of my consciousness:
I would tell
him to consider any reading-about, or discussion-of
The Thing
to be just entertainment, and not to expect anything more,
but if he
wants more, do this:
use my patented
method of meditation:
in bed at
night, in total darkness & silence, on your back,
arms stretched
out on the sheets above your head,
and in the
morning immediately upon awakening,
dig into
this ponderer:
‘How am I aware of laying here having thoughts?
The “I” having the thoughts IS a thought,
so what is it that is aware of the thought called “I” -- having thoughts?’
It is too simple to be easy,
but the bottom
of This Thing is too simple not to be findable;
you just
have to finally get on the right track, which I admit,
and warn
you -- is itself almost too simple & obvious to be seen
by things
as lumbering & clumsy as the thoughts presently appearing in your head;
but it is
possible If you will take the kind of approaches I talk to you about --
or,
it may not
be possible for you,
but you will
never know for sure unless you give up the pretense
of complexity
and solemnity that is an endemic virus always lurking amongst the few,
and go for the simplicity,
for I tell
you for the last time today:
This
Thing is simple -- but not easy......
(well,
not
until you get a good personal whiff of its simplicity -- after
that! WHOA!
Put away the tools -- it’s Guinness time!”
J