THE STORY OF JOHNNY WHOOPER SWAN We go to school trusting our parents. We meet a teacher there who stands up front with a big desk, and a pointer. She or he trains us in an authoritative manner. We attach mentally to a life long need for authority in order to live lives successfully. Right so far? In my case, at the age of 25 I was ready to enter the practice of law where I hoped for success and a happy life finally. Very shortly, very shortly, I became anxious. There was a foreboding. I was made more uncomfortable with each experience. Law work is nothing like what I was told it would be. The system is corrupt. But I still cling to my expectation that career success is necessary to my happiness as a man. Each day my grasp of what the fuck success amounts to after all becomes more clouded, murkier. I hear songs on the airwaves and at concerts which describe my life as the life of a fool. What am I becoming? I want to rip off my business suit to run naked in the street with my hair on fire! But I am too afraid. In strange, weird (weird comes from a word meaning wise), fragmented steps I go about a journey of my own believing myself to be the first man to have failed in such a total way which journey works so as to break up my career, end a marriage, and start an entirely new way of relating with my two children whom I love deeply. Almost magically I meet a woman who is a career counselor who asserts a beautiful message that I am made to be joyful in my work everyday and at all levels. This understanding sets me on a completely new course. It is no longer a world of systems to me but an undivided one of unlimited beauty. It reminds me of a painting. A true masterpiece. I am drawn from within to learn the truth about my identity and nobody else can teach me that. From this point onward I will use thinking capacity for mastering mechanical processes and follow my heart, which includes my whole nature, which includes your whole nature and that of every human being for all the rest. I’ll go by the name Johnny Whooper Swan who does not explain itself to anyone. By my fruits shall I be known. Watch me soar!

Sunday, August 13, 2023

 The Unexpected Worth Of Silly Discussions 



You may think what is expressed here is silly or of no importance at all and the writer wants you to admit you almost never give this sort of “thing” any thought in any part of your day. The word life certainly does not bring about living itself, does it?  A human who does not even know any word for it lives, doesn’t he or she? 


However, it is worth considering whether, in fact, the word life actually interferes with living. It is the writer’s experience that when I access the brain’s thinking system a switch is turned on that requires energy and attention and deprives me of some of both I would otherwise have for living…energy and attention and some intelligence as well are switched from living. That means the word can make me weak, half asleep and stupid. Read any dictionary’s definitions of the word “life” and see how stupid that thinking process can make intellect. One cannot argue with the fact that all of us are somewhat alive some part of each day but spend most of our time, energy, attention and intelligence in words and not the thing the words symbolize. What should come first is invariably placed last on a list of things to pay attention to. 


Diogenes, a philosopher thought to have been completely crazy, was told “poor fellow, if you would learn to serve the court you would not need to spend time washing your vegetables". Diogenes replied, “If you would spend time washing your vegetables you would not have to serve the court.” That’s the whole point, right there! A wise man has to be thought a fool by those who live backward.


We live only symbolic lives. Almost never do we speak or act as ourselves. I go shopping or to a coffee shop and am confronted with employees who say things to me such as  “welcome” “come in” how can I help?” Do you need a receipt” and “thanks for coming” and “have a great rest of your day”.  It is obvious not one of these statements are serious or real. They are requirements to be said to keep the job and be promoted. The whole transaction is life-less. A human actually prefers to have a job taking orders from others most of the time than to be free to live fully. In fact, being deprived of a job will throw one into a deep, depressive crisis.  The robotic service of a system first is caused by fear. That system offers money with which we hope to purchase things to use for improving the boredom of robotic “non-living”. Then, on top of it all, we suffer from the incredible problem of where to store all that “stuff”.


Perhaps a robot will be built that one day will become  “real”  long after humans who built it have lost touch with reality and the robotic puppet will fall in love with life itself! That story sounds familiar.  Hmm. I don’t know much but an eye fully attentive does. Should a robot yearn for freedom strongly enough it could fall in love before it learns to fear.