It's Monday, time to die again.
January 8th, 2008 Gennaro Brooks-Church“we shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time”
Starting a monday morning quoting T.s. Eliot
Elliot is The Man. He had it right in so many ways. This little quote forwarded to my by an old friend pretty much encapsulates the path of life.
We see this story retold and retold in every quest that ever existed. From Jesus going into the desert to King Arthur going on his quest. Every story has a going out and a return. Just like life. We go out into the world and at the end we return to the earth.
Could it be that life is the exploration away from our true existence, an existence we only return to at death? Could it be that life is a little trip away from our true home in eternity? Could it be that we go out and live a few breaths so as to better understand our existence when not incarnate.
Incarnate = in the flesh. In the form. Made out of clay. Such a base material. So constricting, so solid, so opposite from who we are normally. The rest of the time we are light, formless ether, neutrinos without measurable mass.
Being incarnate is the perfect break from who we are normally, the perfect respite, the perfect change of scenery. This little foray into earthiness is very possibly a simple weekend trip to clear the eternal head. To get some fresh air, to get a little sunshine and perspective on our formless and limitless reality.
Being eternally at one with the universe can become a drag too you know. There’s no privacy. You need to be shackled to an earthly body once in a while. You need to experience the ignorance and limited perspective of a human vehicle to truly understand your life in Godliness.
Being human is the gods’ way of going to the theme part. Riding the bumper cars; crude little vehicles with limited maneuverability and blunt modes of communication. That’s humans. But after a day at the park eating crappy food, surrounded by crass sounds and cheap merchandise you are ready to go home and be Divine again.
You get the mediocrity out of your system. You let it all hang out. The ice cream dries on you hand and the dust sticks to your sweaty legs. They call it slumming it. You are in a place where nothing really matters. You don’t have to be the Big Man with all the responsibilities of being Divine. You just have to be careful you don’t puke hot dogs on the merry go round and piss your pants on the roller coaster.
Small responsibilities compared to universal wisdom and eternal harmony.
So lets relax. We’re on a day trip from our real job. We’ve been given a weekend respite. R&R. When we die we’ll have to go back to work carrying the collective consciousness of the universe. But for now we are allowed to be dumb fucks for a while. Piss around. Watch the clouds, fart and giggle.
There is no point to our “life” aka spring break but to relax and get away for a while. Enjoy the ride. Chill. Hey look! A red bird!
Because if we don’t relax we’ll get back to work on Monday and all the other Gods will ask, “So did you have a nice weekend?” and you’ll REALLY feel like a dumb fuck if you say something like, “Uh, I was meant to have a nice weekend? I spent it being miserable trying to prove to my father that I can be successful.” or something stereotypically human like that.
Life IS the break. Life IS the exploration away from home. Life is where you go to for continuing education. You know, those classes where there are no tests at the end and you spend most of the class wondering what the teacher would look like naked. Nobody takes them seriously.
Yet so few realize life is a continuing ed class. Instead they take notes frantically and totally stress out about the test. Can somebody please tell them there is no fucking test! At the end of the class you will die. No test. No grade. No golden star. Death for all regardless of how you spent your time.
So chill and enjoy life because before you know it Monday will roll around and you’ll have to die again.National Security psp