CONSIDER THE COMICAL

Consider the long series of funny mistakes of a lifetime. Many are sad many are happy. Some cause pain. Others save someone from pain. Why do we take measurements? Are most of us trying to improve? What is it we hope to make better? Is it wise to try to change a human being? Who carries the gauge? Who is the standard? If I tamper with any of my traits what else do I fuck up?

Somebody wise suggested long ago the human be taken to its maker if someone wants it to be fixed. That alone can judge its situation. What if anyone who adopts this stance is never going to find it appropriate to change anybody else or themselves? (God being God, that is.) If you're looking for a saint, just pick one, anyone will do. Let the Eye be the judge.

It is easy, almost automatic, to point the finger, three point back to you. It's so whether you are searching for good or bad. Saints and sinners are the same people. It is about time to make the leap to realize finally that we are one. Only from that place will we know peace and harmony. Something like a melting takes place inside. What was frozen is made soft, pliable, yielding, and universally undeniable.

Teddy Roosevelt: Sheriff Garrett, do you expect me to 

believe you bested the Kid?

Garrett nods agreement, head bowed, rocking back and 

forth, as if to say I had a hard time with that one myself.

Garrett: Conventions, Mister President. I was standin' on 

convention and on the edge at that...my religion, my few 

acres of land, my wife and family, a job, a future as a 

respected member of convention...standin' in the 

presence of non-convention in Billy feelin' a strong 

passion for the need to exceed all convention and follow 

a notion he is the human and I am not. And as the scene 

ends, organ music signals an important moment.

TROUBLES

Each culture since cultures began has its own language we know. By the way, the invention of language was not the beginning. It came long after man had been around on the ground called earth and mud. Doing quite well. It was the work of things like thumbs, wrists, and hands and feet he had to credit for that. If you were going to thank someone for your hands, who? Well, if you were going to thank someone for a boat, who would you thank? So, who makes hands? Do you even have to know a name for the maker in order to be grateful for the hand? And, if you are grateful, what does it mean?

A problem that every newborn soon faces without knowing what it is that is being thrown at him is language. By that I mean contrived languages of man. These things called words are all defined by other words, none are from the source of anything else. They are like dogs chasing their own tails. Words constantly change their meanings. So, they are foolish. Or, they are playing around and know it. Knowing it is the deal.

By age seven the child is another fool. I was. For example, people go on and on and on about God and love, and truth and responsibilities and have not a clue about what they say. At some point we say something like,
                                 

 "Hey, You, I was just playing around and now I know it"



and hope to God it is not our last breath we are taking when that moment comes.

I could go on but why? I am not able to do this for you. Just point. I am using words and you know what they are like. So, there you have it. The fox is inside the henhouse.

I wanna talk a moment, point out, something about gestures. Gestures are made by life itself, a powerful force inside the one who gestures. Nobody else asks, What did that mean? Because we are alive we know. We have no need for a book of gestures. In fact, that would restrict them to the point of being doubted. Maybe there is some wisdom here. I suggest that breath can be seen as a kind gesture. The first word? And, the last? Have we any need of a book to take a breath? Is our relationship with life fulfilled in each one without debate? I bet we can plug language into the source of gestures and make sense of it all. That might just do it. Would we have to do it together all at once? One, two, three go, maybe?

CULPRITS

Someone said, pay attention to the good 

things about your life, your family, your friends, your job 

and forget about the thorns, the problems they cause 

you, go ahead and enjoy your life. Really? That is dumb 

advice if ever any has been given. How can you? It is 

impossible to remember the rose and forget the thorn for 

the thorn will surely stab you if you try and that is going 

to get your attention! It is there. And, you put it there 

when you decided the good things belonged to you. The 

rose belongs to no one. As such, it belongs to all. If you 

choose to leave it on the briar it has no thorns for you. 

Leave the gold and diamonds in the mountain. Leave the 

snake to be its own self. Ride only the horse that comes 

to you and invites you upon its back for a thrill and only 

so long as such a mustang is in the mood for a rider. 

Otherwise, do not complain of the thorns. Admit you are 

the culprit in your own life.

The garden as such should never be organized. For the same reason 

a man should resist all attempts from outside to organize his way. 

We must be who we are if we hope to understand in the language of 

all things. To fail in this is great loss.

Who Cares?

I care yet I may rebuff you.

I care yet I may snuff you.

I care yet I may neglect you.

I care yet do not always respect you.

I care yet I may deny you.

I care yet in some ways I hog tie you.

I care yet I may betray you.

I care yet may waylay you.

I care yet I discount you.

I care yet I renounce you.

I care yet often forget you.

I who care pretend I never met you.

Let's start o'er-

I don't care yet no one comes before you.

I don't care yet I adore you.

I don't care yet never lie to you.

I don't care yet I would die for you.

We're like this- a bunch of goofballs riding on a spaceship we named Earth at tremendous speed having begun an adventure beyond all imagining by dedication to the courageous process of learning to crawl now dreaming of building and piloting spaceships to travel to other spaceships since we have neglected and abused this once pristine blue one and want a new start away from those we view as troublemakers hoping to leave them behind...and they are us.