Myth
From Another Reality.
On
a certain planet, a force
(for lack of a more descriptive name)
unknown
and foreign to that universe somehow appeared,
and
took up residence in a particular life form there;
the
physical creature in which this incorporeal energy settled was not harmed
thereby, indeed, in ways not inconsequential, it benefited therefrom,
but
the fact remained that the host and the squatter were of two entirely
different
natures in every sense of the word,
from
two disparate realities as it were,
yet
they found themselves locked in an unbreakable embrace.
After
thousands of years, the situation is basically as it began:
a
constant bilateral effort on their parts to reach a comfortable accommodation.
(Additional legend
says this is the full explanation of everything these creatures find confusing.)
So
pondered one Earthling: "Did I not have perceived foes –
what
would I do internally for exercise?”
Life
is a messy business -- not: being
alive
-- but life.
Those
who would be more alive in consciousness go through several stages:
when
a child (same as everyone else): life seems a wonder --
then
(like the rest): they became accustomed to it and it no longer is;
but
when they stumble upon what is reputed to be a way to a greater understanding
-- life again becomes a wonder --
but
as before, it eventually ceases to be;
but
if such people press on and actually discover
the way --
they
experience the greatest wonder of all.
Conversation.
“Most
people just live from the waist down.”
“Does that include those who try not to?”
“Yes.”
Previous
Story Update.
It
is not a matter of: “Be ye as little children,” but rather of being able
to recall
what
it was that your nervous system recognized in your earliest days
that
you did not appreciate and have forgotten.
For
the would-be realized-man,
‘tis time to go after this recollection,
whilst
now at an adult spa wherein one wrestles not merely with imaginary weights,
and
resistance, but sweats with the renewed -- and now potentially profitable
-- point-blank confrontation with things-as-they-are in life,
rather
than from the non indigenous perspective of a guest to the gym.
Two
tango dancers individually disoriented in different ways, equal what totality?
The
past would sometimes call one man on his gene-phone and say:
“Hello
dar! -- DNA here:
to whom am I speaking?” --
and
damn’f he wasn’t always stuck for a reply.
Conversation.
“Some
people try to live from the neck up.”
“Do any ever succeed?”
“Lucky
for them -- no.”
Not
only is a more alert man’s mind his favorite performer --
but
also is the rest of him its best audience.
In
Class, Instructor-Pupil Conversation.
“All
schools were once one-room.”
“When was that, teacher?”
“Back
when all students were one eyed.”
“And when was that, sir?”
“Look
down in your pants, and you’ll know.”
“Oh! – you mean metaphorically to: look-back-in-my-past.”
True
communication between instructor and student is a beautiful thing,
not
to mention, almost unknown.
What
do you imagine a bacterium would have to say to cells in which it had intruded?
(and vice versa).
On
one planet are creatures with a brain that is divided into two parts
so
that anything it can think, it can also think the opposite.
“Teacher: does anything similar occur in our trousers?”
“Pa
pa: could all these stories today about creatures,
and
an embedded energy/bacterium,
actually be about something else?”
“Something that might make more sense and be of more practical significance?”
“Precisely,
dear pater.”
“The eyes/I’s
of the rebel reader can feed regardless of the written fodder.”
“I
knew that.”
“Yes, you’re beginning to, and you would be helped by investigating
whether the ever dancing duo are in fact of the same species.
It makes sense to man’s mind to assume that life evolved from the universe,
and that man’s consciousness evolved from life,
but if a particular something-else
is the case --
everything that doesn’t
make sense to man’s mind -- suddenly does so.”
One
guy relates this little personal story:
“Last
Sunday (around noon) I sat down on a bench in city park next to a man who
(after
a bit of perfunctory chit chat) confided that he wished he had a son
so
that he would have someone to whom he could pass on good advice
that
he had derived from his life experiences:
then
after falling silent for a few seconds as he tossed out peanuts to the
pigeons,
he
finally said what was really on his mind:
‘You
should really be wary of a man who you suspect knows something extraordinary,
but which has nothing to do with you personally.’”
How
can the beat of the heart not
have something to say to blood?!
--
the
actual pertinent question though is:
How
can the two ever understand one another’s language?
“Father
dearest: Is the topic behind the words still about hormones and neurons,
and
the brain’s dual activity as performer and spectator?”
“(Hate to be crude, precious son of mine -- but!):
what the hell else CAN words about man BE about?!
You can talk adequately about tigers employing only tiger words,
but not so about man:
to speak and think profitably about him requires neural abilities foreign
to him.”
“His
nervous system, you mean: ‘him’
in this context being a creature
as
opposed to an outside energy
that has settled in him?!”
“You get better and better at this, young growth product;
a foreigner who realizes his foreignness is no longer such an alien, huh?!”
“Yes
-- as a matter of fact: I now feel more at home just from our conversation.”
“That’s what always results from the inner conversation being taken to
the maximum;
the only way the certain man can remain ignorant is to remain oblivious
to
the never ending effort going on in him involving two separate entities
searching for a mutually agreeable accommodation.
Enlightenment
can be seen as discovering the somnolent nature of
an
improperly identified joint effort.”
“A
fine end to a splendid conversation, if I may say so Dear Father, perforce-of-conditions.”
J
A post script
to the above noted legend says that man was forced into thinking and talking
as a result of
the efforts made by the host body and the alien energy
to reach a mutually
acceptable arrangement.
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