JAN'S
DAILY NEWS
Getting To The Bottom
Of It Since 1893
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LATEST MEDICAL
CURIO:
MAN REPUTED
TO HAVE SWALLOWED OWN MOUTH
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July
11, 2002
©
2002: JAN COX
There is nothing to discuss.
One
man pondered:
“What
if mind is not what thinks, but rather the outlet for what really thinks
–
better
yet: what if mind is just a filter for thought, and nothing more;
what
if stomach is what actually does the thinking,
and
mind is simply what moans when stomach eats too much?”
One
man came up with a theory: “Mind creates itself” --
which
he initially found fascinating -- but quickly turned frustrating
--
once
he tried in more detail to -- think-about-it --
(the key word
to the ultimate frustration being, tried).
There is no debate.
Several
thousand years ago the Adam of one particular neural branch observed:
”It
is all in the mind” which his less perceptive progeny eventually translated
into the assertion that all of the world you see outside yourself is just
a creation of your mind (it’s good the old man did
not live to witness this debauchery).
Consider:
the brain is the only organ which can speak for itself;
can
apparently -- tell you what is on its mind --
tell
you what it thinks about this-&-that – how it feels about
such-&-such;
it
is a marvel -- but proffers an ignored quizzer:
who
is it that you perceive is hearing it talk?
There are no disagreements (‘cept over land & water) -- the rest are delusions.
After
much study one man says his conclusion is that men conjured up
the
concept of, free-will as a synonym for those weary of referring
to, irony --
which
itself was a desperation creation to cover up such conversations as:
“God,
my head hurts!” -- “ Well I told you not to drink so much last
night” --
--
“Honey, who are you talking to in there?” (the third line was not
a part thereof).
Notes
one man:
“I
wake up every morning, a slightly different person than I was the day before:
I
look down at my body and it is the same body as yesterday –
but
inside -- I do not feel like the same person as yesterday,
and
for most of my life I attributed it all to my mind (blamed, is more
the word),
but
one morning shortly after I had gotten out of bed, and was on the way to
the bathroom, already deep into my awareness of feeling so differently
than
I
had the day before -- something suddenly clicked --
not
really a new understanding of this matter,
but
rather the realization that I had no valid present understanding of it;
as
strange as it may sound, it was a tremendous relief and kind of liberation
to
suddenly realize -- head on and unconditionally –
that my mind is not responsible for how I feel every day --
‘tis well known that the brain has no feeling --
what
it does is register
feelings;
the
great release and promise of future discovery was in the recognition that
I
did not have the least idea in my mind of why, at any particular
time, I feel like I do, (discounting moments immediate
following jalapeno consumption).”
- - -
There
is nothing to discuss -- but discuss does man do;
there
is no debate -- but debate fills the air;
except
over necessities, there are no disagreements --
but
disagreements be man's favorite pastime.
A
deaf mute has nothing to discuss;
a
blind man debates no sight,
and
those in comas disagree with no one.
There
is at root, simply nothing to discuss -- to have anything --
it must be made up;
everything
men are discussing at this very moment are things their mind created --
not
out of pure air, but out of trapped gases;
mind
does not develop the matters it discusses from nothing -- but from
something's,
but
from something's with no voices --
from
something's which have no desire nor need to discuss themselves;
the
radical something's of all men's lives have no plights to discuss;
they
have nothing to say about their existence, and have no urge to explain
themselves;
these
something's, in their silence, can teach a lot to a man trying to get to
the bottom of things, since they are
at the bottom themselves.
A
man swimming in a pond two feet deep will never dive any deeper than two
feet;
a
man stuck in thinking about his mind will never get any deeper than his
mind --
"But
I thought that was enough!"
-- where did you have this thought?
Everything
is right out in the open -- perfectly clear --
all hanging together --
but
that is not sufficient -- not for the life life demonstratively
wants for man presently;
life
wants men to analyze their life -- discuss it -- debate
their disagreements thereabout -- not the mere fighting over
it that the animals do -- no, no --
life
wants men to discuss and debate life -- fighting over it is
in the past;
the
current climate is supposed to foster -- discussing life.
And
there is much about life to
discuss -- indeed, if you are of ordinary mind
there
is nothing in
life that does not need discussing;
the
normal mind of man clearly says that the only way of ever understanding
anything and coming to agreement thereabout is via discussion,
and
for six billion human beings (+ or -) this is true
-- but for a few --
Phew!
You
cannot tell a routine mind that there is nothing to discuss --
--
it will want to discuss that;
you
have to personally be almost to the actual bottom of it all to understand
this;
the
words themselves: "There is nothing to
discuss"
are
pretty well unenlightening at any ordinary level of mentation,
but
just above (or perhaps, catawampus-to)
the neural
mezzanine
the
reality of the statement stands nakedly awaiting discovery by the few
passionately
looking for it.
You
could test your sight potential by constantly repeating to yourself:
There
is nothing to discuss; there is nothing to discuss; there is nothing to
discuss;
there
is nothing to discuss; there is nothing to discuss; there is nothing to
discuss...
J