Let's Make A Deal

Life arranges itself, and is arranged throughout the Human Grid, in such a way as to make ordinary consciousness believe that it is always reacting to the occurrence-of-the-immediacy, whereas the innumerable “causes,” that is, the environmental alterations since the initial heredity impact, could more properly be considered no more than an unrecognized pattern of stable chaos, with all tri-axial notions of immediate causes being forever lost in a vertical-angled land of no-time-at-all.  (Only the ordinary curse a chair after stubbing their toe…the more lively would curse every fucking part of every universe and be done with it.)

All peoples, cultures, and religions have a tale regarding Man being somehow removed from his original habitat, and forever being in search of a “mystical, lost homeland.”  But those with some idea of Man’s true position understand that you can exile yourself.

If it be true that all artists suffer, and if it still be so that 2 and 3 equals 5, and also that 3 and 2 equals 5, then are not all who suffer artists in some remote fashion?  If the above were to somehow prove correct, I could then better appreciate the sentiment of Men when they say, “I may not know art, but I know bad news when I see it.”

The mortal tale of Man’s fall-from-paradise is unknowingly a recounting of his eternal upward fall; an upward, vertical plunge from the mute certainty of a Red Circuit existence into a more complex world of noisy and inspecific purposes.  So now, rather than beating his fellow man across the head, and likewise being beaten, civilized Man sits and broods over his failure to bash his neighbor, and sinks in the fear that his own thrashing is but a matter of time.  (It’s probably just as well that Man has no choice in this affair, or else Life would be one continuous game of, “Let’s Make A Deal.”)

Words can explain everything but themselves.  Like unto timber used to construct exemplary models of their intent, yet materials, about which the Yellow Circuit can offer no clue regarding their own origins.

J.