Im gonna write you a blog entry. Yip, you.
Youre welcome.
I mean it
is a
blog entry about you, cos there is a common thread of humanity that runs
through you, Napolean, and your great aunt Gertrude. It’s a uniquely Dynamite yet anciently modern
story called Existence. And it’s always
been in a theatre near you.
This theatrical drama that we’ve all been thrust into has
all the ingredients that would make us happily pay $30 to see it – tears,
fears, jeers, and sneers. There’s crying
and dying and smiling and lying. And for
some reason we can never see the whole picture cos of the tall guy’s head
sitting in front of us.
Maybe that tall guy is tradition. A certain deeply ingrained crevice that
thought naturally runs into. A paradigm
that’s hard to shift out of. Maybe that
tall guy is our own height and ego getting in the way of 20-20 vision. Whatever da brudda is, he’s annoying, and
confusing, and I wish he would move so I can see what the hell is going on.
Cos it all seems cyclical, and yet progressive. A time for everything under the sun. In this age, we’re starting to be able to
view things from outer space, and step away from the sun. And yet there was a time for that…under the
sun. We accomplish big old piles of
dust, and then say “Here my child, Ive left you this big old pile of dust. You’re welcome.” Either we reincarnate and grovel in the dirt
more, or we leave the dirt for the next adventure, which may or may not be just
as filthy. Does the drama end when our
pulse does? Doubt it! Peter Pan said it best: “To die will be the
greatest adventure!” The Kingdom of
Heaven belongs to those who never grow up, and you can never say never to Never
Never Land.
The paradox of Life – it is both paradoxical and logical. The first will be last, the weak shall be
strong, plants grow better when they’re trimmed, gold gets purer in the fire.
There you go, take that.
It’s a stream of thought plucked from my over-populated mind.
You’re welcome.
