JAN’S DAILY FRESH NEWS

                       © 2001:JanCox
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October 27, 2001.
 
 
 
 

Everyone has to please only one person --  their self;
life is arranged so that no one can please their self;
life cannot even please itself as witnessed by the fact that the universe is not stagnant.
 

Everyone believes that they want to please certain other people,
but this belief is a mis-expression;
humans do feel a need to please, but the root thereof
is their consciousness' desire to please itself  --  which it cannot do --
--  so it appears to direct this urge elsewhere.
 

Being a social animal, man, at the non conscious level,
does want to please his immediate pack insofar as instinctively
not wanting to be driven from their company,
but this need is met merely by his not being so separated,
but what distinguishes man from other gregarious creatures is that
he has an additional desire to please that is not so plainly sourced;
men want more than for their physical presence to be passively accepted by others --
--  they appear to want to actively please others,
and be recognized therefor, and in ways beyond the physical,
(such as by their strength; sexual prowess, or ability to find food),
no, everyone tries to please other people in an area which
no one can bench press, caress, or caramelize.
 

Humans live with this ongoing desire to please, but give it no direct analyzation,
except as a circumstance which may sound relevant is raised in conversation,
and then becomes covered and lost in conventional concepts of,
fame and professional success;
under this guise are men made to say they believe that the acquiring of a
particular public recognition will give them the satisfaction they seek
when everyone knows this is not so;
everyone knows that none of the visible manifestations of this
non physical based desire to please ever provides satisfaction;
no amount of fame, admiration or congratulatory offerings from others
will satiate this un examined human desire to please,
because, (first off): the desire is not actually about pleasing anyone but yourself,
(and second off): the desire cannot be fulfilled --
not until the last minute of the universe's final day.
 

Remember that in its primary activities of being aware of your body
and its physical surroundings, consciousness does please itself consistently,
but that is not our instant interest:
it is when consciousness has nothing specifically to do in these two areas
that it shifts into the, want-to-please mien;
into the, I-want-to-please-myself-by-understanding-myself mode,
                           and that indeed, in a caraway seed, is what this is all about.
 
 

Men attempt to feed this desire of their consciousness through several well known,
but mis named activities:
one is by education: providing consciousness with the food of facts;
morsels of knowledge which will eventually culminate in
his consciousness becoming satisfied with itself.
 

Another is via the arts, whereby men attempt to let their consciousness
reveal its deep longing to the outside world through its creativity
and from the appreciation of others for their daring,
achieve the elusive satisfaction of, having pleased.
 

The most common course is, (and has always been): story telling,
(which is in truth, the reality of all the various approaches):
a man's ordinary consciousness weaving wondrous tales of things
never seen by the listeners and not experienced by the teller;
it is all religion, cultural history, and explanations of man;
it is consciousness trying to understand itself by imagining
extraordinary scenes and events which might somehow --  someday --
maybe accidentally, ("If I tell enough of them"),
suddenly make it cognizant of itself through its reflection in the stories it tells.
 

Consciousness'  biggest tale --  men never recognize,
the one about it being a "you" inside of you --
and that, "you-are-conscious"  --
and that you are conscious of being conscious  --  and that, you-know-what-you-are-doing-vis-a-vis-your-desire-to-please:
this one story alone turns redwoods into toothpicks,
and Peterbuilts into tricycles:
by this collectively swallowed tale is everyone cut down to size --
to the mortal size obviously desired by life,
for by this one great piece of fiction is man kept moving,
not just physically as dictated by animal instinct,
but internally, in a world uniquely his,
where, by his consciousness being engaged in a never ending quest to
please and finally satisfy itself by understanding itself,
he stays as active and open to possibility as are the faraway nurseries of
cosmic dust and gases  -- forever bubbling  --
always threatening to give birth to new stars and whole galaxies.
 

Man too possesses such promise --  in his consciousness --
for it is singularly here that life reveals its midwifery most clearly;
in man's never satisfied consciousness can life be most plainly seen
contemplating and seeking itself,
and as evidenced by the endless activity of the entire universe,
life is not yet pleased with itself, and just consider:
life has no one else to even pretend it is trying to please;
it truly has only itself to please, and if even life cannot accomplish this,
then re consider the position you are in
in the game of trying-to-please-yourself  --  and especially if
you still believe you are seeking to please anyone but yourself.
 

For the few, the truth is this:
beyond the instinctive, purely mechanical, programmed need to
physically please the humanity around you sufficiently that you are not
driven from their company  --  you have no interest in pleasing anyone else.

Remind yourself again of primary consciousness'  two primary responsibilities of
being attentive to your body and the conditions around your body,
and when it does this --  it and you are pleased with what it has done,
but in its free time  --  when it turns its attention onto itself --
--  which it does as surely as any physical instinctive act --
it can never be pleased --  nor can you;
it and you are not intended to be internally pleased --
                               not until the day that the universe lays down to die.
 
 

The pleasure available for the few is more than any of the few can even imagine ---
until it is realized;
ordinary consciousness can never be pleased, (so forget it),
but there is another-consciousness that can, (it already is):
it is a consciousness naturally pleased with itself,
(having no capacity to be not pleased),
for it falls not into that one, supremely captious story which tells of
a room in a house that miraculously grew larger than itself --
and that is precisely what it would take for your ordinary consciousness to ever be pleased with itself, and thus, you with yourself......as you are....
..............................................if you insist on remaining ordinary.
 

 
 
                                                                   J
 
 
 
 
 
 

(Today's trick question: Why would anyone insist on that?

...............And Theseus asked the Labyrinth: "How did you become a labyrinth," and it replied: "By thinking I was a Theseus.")