Thursday, May 16, 2013

Death Is Not New To You

Spiritual

We go this way because it is the end of one road and the beginning of another. Any path you walk, if you do not fall into despair along the way, will lead you to what you would call the "spiritual." If you can make it past all the trivia of drug interactions, numbers, statutes, six sigma certifications, long distance running, cleverly derisive rhetoric, and knowing how to delegate, you get there. Once you understand imperial war, bitter monotheism, financial exploitation, or any of that, you're left without an answer, because how could everyone be so consistently that dumb? Why don't they get it? It begins at the foundation. If your search continues, it takes you to the most basic spiritual stuff.

You're supposed to fear it because all the dumb kids in class used to believe in God, and the dumber people now still tend to. You know it's true, right? You can easily tabulate the emotional and projective intelligence of the spiritual people, graph it against the non-spiritual, and bam, anything they would call spiritual looks bad. It's the only way to continue finding an answer, though. In the end, no one can muster the emotional strength to rationally consider your citations to reliable authority unless they've done the spiritual thing first.

The Death Part

Death is not new to you. Death belongs to you. Don't let anyone trick you into thinking it is not already yours. Don't let them sell you back the land you already own.

What could be less alien to us than death? Death is a constant part of us. Some of our cells are dying right now, even as others are being born. We are breathing air that constitutes both the graveyard and nursery of billions of bacterial life forms, and trillions of ever-shifting molecular bonds. We're covered in, and filled by, bacteria that our bodies are constantly killing, devouring, and then nurturing back to life.

We are both dead and alive now. If you are reading this, you are both dead and alive. Some of the neurons sustaining you are dying, being recycled through brain fluid and flushed out. You know what it feels like to die, just as you know what it feels like to live. It is a reality that cannot be written down. They tried to trick you--to make you believe that "death" is something spooky and faraway and brand new. When you were younger, you had to have it instilled in you that you were mortal; that it would end; that, despite all your assumptions, it was possible to cease existing for eternity. Elders spoke contemptuously of how you thought you would live forever, and how you didn't grab at the "few" precious moments of life because you didn't properly fear death. They began to treat you with more and more respect the more finite you began to believe your life was.

We know all about it, just as we know about life. Despite constant attempts by priests/scientists to sever people from the notion of their own passing in and out of phase, people keep popping up in any given time who remember that they already know.

One Little Part

That's just one little part of the story. One little thing to not be afraid of. Isn't it funny, how anyone who tells you to rely on just what you have is crazy, while anyone who tells you to buy something, read something, watch something, et cetera, is sensible and intelligent? Anyone who tells you "it's all right" is clearly insane, while anyone who tells you "SKY IS FALLING!" is smart and serious?

No, it's not really "funny"; that's what we were all taught. I really do want to buy the salad shooter. My own decision. My own.

It's all right.

2 comments:

  1. How do you know the Takei stuff was photoshopped? Not that there are reasons to doubt it, but i wonder how is it possible to tell literally, from technical point of view.

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    1. Open it up in a high-quality graphics-editing program, zoom in close, and look at the textures on the page of his notebook. It's almost certain he was carrying a physical notebook, and it looks like they only altered the pixels of the white space inside the boundaries of the notebook. The shading, lettering, and artificial curvature (when there IS any curvature at all) make it likely.

      (They probably did it not so much for a nefarious reason as so that no one could easily replace the preapproved sayings with something else, i.e., "Star Trek sucks!")

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