What
if it could be accurately put into seven words,
and
what if the reality of these few words would tie up all of the loose ends
that
have bedeviled even the most perspiring thinkers, philosophers, mystics,
psychologists, priests and all their ilk for all of history.
Without
the MissingPossibility
taken into account, the life of man seems jagged, disjointed, fragmented
and at odds with itself,
(or
put another way): life itself seems to be-on-edge,
but
when the seven words are factored in, everything suddenly smoothes out,
solidifies, stabilizes and falls perfectly into satisfying, fully explanatory
place.
The
cost of all fault finding is that it instantly restricts/truncates/ minimizes/limits/reduces
your attention,
and
those aware of the MissingPossibility
know that you
("you"
being one incorrectly identified entity amongst an unrecognized number),
sure don’t need this -- but for reasons generally understood
only partially.
Man’s
criticism of life is actually something more universal going on --
for
which he is just the local outlet --
this
is why it is so common and pervasive.
An
awareness of the MissingPossibility
instantly vanishes every complaint,
and
suspicion of other men’s stupidity.
Hint: sarcasm, criticism and hostility of any sort are all bars to realizing
the MissingPossibility.
What
if by
living your life listening to the thoughts talking in your head
about
the kind of person you are,
you
miss the opportunity of living as the kind of person you could be.
At
every instant the physical environment is doing the best it can --
the question is:
Are
you mentally? -- and the answer is, Yes --
but
only those aware of the MissingPossibility
realize it --
a
strictly private, un shareable realization that changes everything.
When
CityMinds
attempt to play optimist they are wont to say that
every
day may bring something unexpected, fresh and profitable,
but
they think in terms of something new that may happen to
you,
whereas
the few understand it in terms of there always being something new
for
you to understand,
and
the MissingPossibility
is the newest of all new, the freshest of the fresh,
and
the mother of everything the human mind is not programmed to expect.
Men
have constantly running through their minds an endless stream of contingency
plans – apparently on their own behalf, for their own benefit --
but
what if
something
else is going on.
Take
a foolish man’s comments as same as the wise;
when
you hear a rooster crow -- you hear a diva sing;
and
when you hear a diva sing -- you hear the stars vocalize.
The
MissingPossibility
is both simple, but subtle-&-astounding;
if
the many were offered the seven word idea they would see nothing significant;
ordinary minds would either just dismiss the possibility,
or
if not, would metaphorize it into oblivion.
You
have to come upon the Missing Possibility
on your own, for yourself,
there
is simply no other way;
it
is something too mentally squirrelly and challenging to be conveyed;
it
is not merely at the edge of possibility -- itis
the edge:
the
extreme edge of reality itself.
The
MissingPossibility
is the furthest forward point of life’s leading edge,
a
spot so remote that when seen, it instantly consumes itself and
everything
else you have ever thought.
What
if the
reason it is so hard to wake-up is because it is not you that is
asleep?
Only
a man aware of the MissingPossibility
can properly say to himself:
“It
cannot be any better than it is at this very moment.”
What
if the
reason it is so hard to wake-up is because it is not you that is
asleep?
J
There
were once two earthly mortals who talked constantly – well
actually, one of them did most of the talking and the other one just listened
–
but
they were such inseparable companions that the one who just listened felt
himself an equal participant with the talker in their relationship --
well,
turns
out the talker wasn't from here.................no, let's be more
precise: the talker is
not here.