On
a far away planet in a far away galaxy, a far time ago,
it
is said that whenever one group was attacked and subjugated by another,
and
moved in slavery from their place of origin, that after several generations
of
such
captivity they would begin to concoct a history and lost culture for themselves
that never existed -- and then treat it as though they remembered
it.
Legend
further holds that when creatures from this world began to settle on others
they brought with them this practice which gave rise in the new locations
to the idea that an individual's personal temperament had a history and
cultural cause.
On
a far away level in a completely opposite direction
some
hormones heard this story, glanced upward knowingly,
and
nodded their understanding thereof.
There
is a story to go along with everything in the lives of humans
that
beavers can’t sink their teeth in;
humans
have a story to explain the origins of everything they talk about,
including
the things that were not there until they talked about them;
man’s
mind makes up endless stories to serve as proof of the existence of things
which the other parts of him cannot see;
there
is even a story to explain the stories -- you’ve just read
it.
* * *
A
man ponders: “Is the question of whether or not you are oblivious to
what
is going on like the one surrounding suspicious deaths (that is):
in
which instance can you still have a prosecutable case of murder:
even
when you don’t have a body, or: even when you don’t have a suspect?
As
brilliant as they can be in certain areas, what can the neurons --
trapped
in the swampy waters of the brain in which they were born --
ever
comprehend about themselves? --
even
though the prime thrust of their life is tree cutting,
what
can beavers’ teeth ever know of teeth?”
The
speaker paused as he stroked his chin -- then added:
“When
the pond life of man is seen from the unconventional perspective
so
natural to me, it does make for an interesting ponder:
‘Is
the glassy eyed mental state common to man
a
case of a previous, better state being murdered, if so: where is the perpetrator?
It is not surprising that humanity collectively claims there to be great benefit in: ‘knowing-yourself,’ but what is curious is that none among them shows any sign that they understand the reality behind the words they say.”
* * *
One
man opines: “If being civilized was really as great as everyone
constantly
claims it to be, people wouldn’t have to keep talking about it.”
Being
civilized (it being at core a mental
phenomenon in the symbolic sense
intended
herein) is most unusual in that: being so can make you more intelligent,
but
can also make you dumber;
living
a life with only the thoughts that occur in your mind automatically,
and
which are the same ones spoken of by everyone else
(“living-in-the-city,”
as commonly called here),
is
akin to picking up a pair of glasses and wearing them for the rest of your
life,
looking
through which gives your mind a softer picture of life --
at
least a less brutish one -- an inner impression that life can
be better,
(read:
more-comfortable
for the ones saying “better”
[read: man for, "ones"]),
while
at the same time these spectacles-of-civilization make life seem
more brutish,
humans
even more dangerous, and the likelihood of human existence becoming
worse
instead of better;
the
perfunctory civilizing of man’s nervous system via the consciousness in
its brain is: an-instrument-for-all-seasons
--a
source of all reasons --
for
the many things men talk about and take seriously that bewilder beavers.
Ergo,
viz, thus (as with everything else in the Grand
Intangible City Of Inner Man): the
ophthalmologist who aids your vision also pokes your eye/I
out.
* * *
Once
the clouds left The Garden
and could speak, they said to the soil:
“Now
wind us up so we can -- run forever.”
Everything
said about thought & speech is likewise said about instinct & silence.
And
one man ruminated:
"Does
being civilized keep wild animals from coming in your house --
or
does it disincline you from going out doors? --
*
A
son said to a father: “Don’t you care at all, my opinion of you?”
“If I did, you’d have no interest in what I tell you.”
J
A dying, but increasingly
perceptive man thought:
"What a drag:
to be dying just when I'm becoming more awake than ever..........hummm,
okay,
but I could also
retrospectively note:
What an experience
to be so asleep even while I was becoming more
asleep than ever.
The beauty of
it all just never ceases."
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