Life’s Mysterious Shade of Jade

If you don’t mind I’d like to take a moment and dedicate a post to one of my heroes, the Tabernacle Cat!

*ahem*

So anyway, something is very irksome about human existence. If we don’t keep ourselves busy with work or social engagements, we get lazy and depressed. But the more we work, the more we complain about how miserable our work leaves us! What’s the deal?!

Many of life’s pleasures are taken in by simply relaxing, by laying about, contemplating, looking at things slowly. Yeah, that’s what happens with people who are totally blissed out at least — they see every single thing as a miraculous, beautiful manifestation. Highest level of perception, blah blah. Not that it isn’t the profound reality. It prolly is, but I’m just not there right this moment. *Gasp* But this is the only moment that exists! Wahh!!

Have you ever heard the opinion that all actions of all beings (whether physical, formless, astral, whatever…) are all manifestations of love? I think Jhanananda had to tell some whipper-snapper on his mailing list about it once. He was projecting that even the gross, non-subtle, sad, ugly, desperate astral beings feeding on each other are still just manifestations of love. Sounds a lot like “Buddha-nature”, doesn’t it? Well, when I have time I might write about that but… it’s that idea that all people wish to be realized or happy, but they just can’t see it or are clouded by some ignorance. I mean, it is true, but you could also say that everyone wants to be rich but is just repressing it; and that’s outright poppycock! Haha! *Sigh*

I suppose that ultimately we can at least conclude the following about desires: “Those who restrain desire do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.” Thanks for clearing that one up, Willie B! Somehow, it doesn’t conflict with Nietzsche’s theory of drives…

So anyway, if we try to find this ultimate, pure bliss-out perception of reality, we’ll go crazy! And waste our lives. And not to mention, if we try to have too much fun or pursue the things that interest us, we’ll get depressed and lazy. So we work, work, work — to stave it off! Kinda like that first post I did, remember? I wasn’t lying.

But work sucks! At least, thinking about it does. Seriously, doing work is no problem, but it does seem like such a tragic thing when one can’t bask in the awesome power of things or contemplate beauty because they have to work all the time. That makes me think that the experience of life is actually just running a gauntlet. You know, where a hundred rough-riders line up and slug you while you run past. That’s life, are I not correct?

Of course, we’re always hearing, the reason rich people are patrons of religions is because they’re not content either. Not that I’m some nihilist. But I think reality does all come down to how you create it. Like, if you believe something strongly enough, it becomes a reality. Just how beautiful of a reality can you create? I wouldn’t invest in most people’s realities — I wouldn’t put my money in ’em. Most people have the creative imagination of a vegetable!

Oh man, sorry — I didn’t mean to scare you! I am not some New-Age, Oprah-loving, What the Bleep Do We Know? cult member! Just putting some words out there. My point is, if you really believe in a beautiful world with democracy, you have to put some serious mojo and faith into it.

Everyone is constantly forging their own realities, whether they realize it or not. That’s why, it’s like, so annoying and stupid when people are conspiracy nuts, or punks or hate-mongers, or constant cry-babies, because: anything you are obsessed with grows stronger with your obsession! So all these cynical young metal/punk bands talking about how terrible life is these days — they like the drama! Not that any of this matters, anyway…

In city crowds, in whirls of sound and motion, In remote lands, under far sky,

Though years together, we have been strangers, my soul and I.

Aged walls of apathy close in upon us, The pleasant social smile has ceased to satisfy;

We are alone together, …no longer strangers, My soul and I.

Anne Bremer

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One Response to “Life’s Mysterious Shade of Jade”

  1. Work is such an amazing narcotic. Real work, I mean: scrubbing floors, swinging a hammer, hoistin’ a jack and layin’ track, so to speak. Without something else to infest, consciousness tends to cannibalize itself. For that reason, work is probably the noblest diversion I know of.

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