At Eye-Level

Ordinary Men must stay identified so as to properly hold an isolated sense-of-self apart from the greater process.

If I should take a rigidly identified priest, get him drunk, and help him solicit a whore, which might be of profit:  to denounce him as an insult to the church and his robes, or to let him go with no comment?  We’re not back to talking about those personal internal matters again–are we?

At eye-level it’s all just a flaming, furious merry-go-round.  (And I did so want to ride the roller coaster.)

The normal nervous system is a part of an all-encompassing magnetic field, attracting and being attracted to other such fields.  Being ordinary appears as a passing state of either being positively or negatively attracted.  Being extraordinary is in struggling for a neutral, non-magnetic condition whereby the flowing current is under your control.

From a certain view, This could be called the attempted, blasphemous interference…and interference it is.  But, one must also know where interference is profitable and tolerable.  For I’m sure you all remember that a stopped process is a dead process.  (Someone over here just asked me if this is cause for joy or fright.)

Story for a Friday:

I once met a man near Butoka who appeared most sad and disheartened.  He engaged me in conversation, and began to inquire of me the meaning and nature of human existence.  I then told him of my many other such episodes with mortals and how it always seemed to end unprofitably.  Sensing my disinclination to proceed with him further, he stood, raised himself to his full height and said, “Well, fuck you.”  Seizing the unique moment, and relying on my extensive background in human philosophy and religious thought, I immediately replied, “Well, fuck you too.”  He stared at me intently while stroking his beard and said, “I believe I understand.”  And looking back on it, you know, maybe he did…and then again, maybe not.”

J.