On the Cosmic Choir

ON Harmony…

“When you find peace within yourself, you become the kind of person who can live at peace with others.” –(Vlad “The Impaler” Dracula).

Heavy-handed mockery, they all felt insecure. “Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.” – (Ivan the Terrible). We’re all just swirling eddies, sucking in and spitting out, rolling along the crowded river, pausing to dance for an interval before needing to continue on with the current. It’s about ego versus the collective. It’s about agony and it’s about pain being necessities of life. It’s about swimming in reality’s bone-chilling waters. “Happiness can only come from acceptance.” – (Pol Pot). Disappointment and pain are major parts of life, the sooner we realize this the better we are in dealing with life.

“Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow.” – (Joseph Stalin). If we really are a collective, spiritual hive, then shouldn’t we contribute? And shouldn’t we listen to those who have? For example, an old man once told me that if I ever owned my own business: “You should only hire smart people, even if they threaten your own intelligence. And when dealing with people you care about, never cut what can’t be untied gracefully.” Thanks anonymous old man.

If there is such a thing as a collective consciousness, then everyone’s ideas belong to everyone else. Right? They’re there to be shared. So thanks, Einstein. And you’re welcome for relativity, everybody else.

When dealing with adversity some people can become very superstitious. Take my proctologist. It just keeps getting weirder and weirder with that guy. I don’t have the heart to tell him I don’t even like ice cream. He thinks it brings good fortune. I think it brings awkwardness. But there we find ourselves, seated across a wrought iron table, in plastic chairs, napkins being held down by stones and drinks, because the breeze threatens to scatter them across the busy road, wondering how in the hell I got myself into this position; the conversation boarders on the absurd and the indecent. Will this end in a fist fight? Life’s good, if you don’t weaken.

Your definition of yourself has drastically changed, recently. What’s the new definition? That, you can’t say. Not yet, anyway. But by the end of the day, in a way, we’re all okay. Who were you before you weakened? Introvert in a clown’s veneer, playing the fool, playing it cool. We constantly gamble on happiness.

Confidence works like the Force. Those who have it are force-wielders able to bend reality to their own will. Someone asked me once if confidence and faith were the same thing. Nope. But maybe I was wrong. I have no confidence left to say. “Indecision is the inkling of fear” – (Caligula).

“In all things it is better to hope than to despair.” -  (Idi Amin). But aren’t we all searching for something more? Is anyone really satisfied? Maybe? I’d like to meet a satisfied person and ask them if they haven’t just given up. Then I think about what sorts of things would give me satisfaction. Isn’t the point of life for us to suffer? Suffering is where we find strength and humility. But suffering comes from desire. Desire comes from dissatisfaction. We want to use each other to fill the gaping holes in our own lives. We project traits onto the people we meet, hoping them to be true. They rarely are. We all get caught up in our own fantasies, only to have them destroyed when reality reveals itself. Everyone has weaknesses. Everyone is flawed.

“Music is the mediator between spiritual and sensual life.” - (Saddam Hussein). If there is a collective consciousness, it must work like a massive orchestra or choir and you must be able to sing in key if you want to join in. That takes practice and most likely training. Suffering is the training ground. Like a muscle, in order to grow stronger it must be broken down. So if you’re out there somewhere on your own journey, and you’re suffering, well, good for you. If you don’t weaken, you’ll only grow stronger. The Lord said humble thyself in the sight of the Lord. Life is meant to humble us. You can’t sing the solo in every concert, you must be humble and sing your part in harmony with everyone else around you. And remember, “One day is worth a thousand tomorrows.” – (Josef Mengele – aka Angel of Death).