Original Homeland

I believe you mortals should rise up and demand that they remove the simple words from your dictionaries.  Is it not an insult to your intelligence for them to include the definitions of those words everybody already knows, like “is”, “are”, etc?

I once passed through a most peculiar place where the people were convinced they suffered from the world’s worst disease, and although I could find no basis for this belief, they were deaf to my observations and insisted that they needed immediate treatment.  After due pondering, (and perhaps some that was even “over” due), instead of offering a remedy for their professed sickness I showed them there was something worse; the one thing worse than the

“worst ill”—a too strong cure.  (The only reason I made up, I mean, relayed this tale was so that you might remember it during those times that everything seems to become just another bug on your windshield of life.)

What might be the inner basis for mankind’s continual notices that nothing is as terrible as the “loss of one’s homeland”?  From an expanded view you could perceive this not as some political statement, but as an undefined awareness of the disquiet experienced as all Men are ultimately caused to dislike, and even deny their “original homeland,” that is, their original condition.

Some of the bitterest tears and harshest cries I have witnessed in Man came from those with a little knowledge but no power.  (Understanding without force is the stuff shitty stuff is made of.)

Human consciousness has long claimed that for anything to be whole and complete it must have a beginning, and middle, and end.  What do you make of this, and its feel of rightness?  (Do remember, that what might be “right” in 3-D-land, could be “left,” “left-and-a-half,”

“wrong-times-seven,” or even worse, in “another dimension and time zone.”)

J.