Thinking Thoughts of Merry-Madness

Lately I've been considering the necessity of thought. Is it? Of course, something as natural as breathing is going to be difficult to get rid of, if it someday turns out to be unnecessary. Shocked as you may be after a statement like that consider the word Government. Begins with 'govern' which means to control and ends with 'ment' which is mente or mind. Govern + mente = to control the mind. Thinking, whether on the course to enlightenment or as the loyal subject of the new republic is a clinging to the old world. My instincts and heart tend to keep me out of trouble anyway, although it is aided by some rosy colored spectacles and this old monkey on my shoulder. We have to learn to just Be.

Do words mean anything? Really!? Just lexical symbols to represent ideas. Ideas inside our heads which form pictures of things we see in the world of our experience. Its symbolic alchemy to arrange the letters which mean nothing unto themselves but when placed in specific orders and combined they take on meaning. Words begin to appear. Mastering words produces sentences. Where the meaning begins to take on layers. Words, abstract constructs, Command and commemorate, clarify and congratulate, criticize and consummate, they are the pillars of meaning in our understanding of things. Why have the beautiful ones been abandoned? Why have we chosen to stop thinking for ourselves? I want to see words like philanthropist and cynosure, epiphany, ethereal, soliloquy, potamophilous.
Good night.

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

A story of Man - A work in Progress


the world was born
and man came and tended the garden
communities formed
centered around their food
the harvest festivals
labor was celebration
because many hands make lite work
and they created culture
in art and philosophy
science and industry

and then man asked about the stars
the darkness he would never know
and with his science and his industry
he built and traveled farther and farther
and learned to fly
the higher he went the more barriers he met
to break through meant to leave the garden
and build a system that could sustain itself
to fuel the system, the garden was cut down
and beneath, the stone was carved out
and burned red hot poisoning the air, rivers and the seas
the system also needed human hands and the minds that controlled them
culture was changed, moved away from the garden
in order to sustain the system

the influence of the darkness on man
moved him away from the light
and into the bitter cold
the system retained its heart, the root of its existence
without it, there could be no life
in the hearts of the people, love brought them together
continuing their existence though they were surrounded by darkness
by the system and its waste
without any light except within their own hearts

over time, some of the people could leave
and they gathered many people to help sustain them and the system
as they hurled themselves into the darkness and the unknown
what remained of them and the system crumbled
from the ruin, the people left behind began again

man tended the garden which sustained him
and communities formed around the food they shared
and the work they shared because many hands make lite work
and light came upon the world again
and the people celebrated
over time they grew comfortable, idle
with so much time to think

then man looked into the darkness of the night sky
and wondered

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