Once men are fed and sheltered,
after that,
it’s all -- show business.
All living creatures are classified as either: social,
or solitary;
either living in groups, or going it alone.
Man is said to be social,
but there is a facet to this that is overlooked by
zoo and other "ologies".
Once men are fed and sheltered,
after that,
it’s all -- show biz.
The benefits of collectively confronting the life sustaining demands
of the physical world is the
basis for all pack, herd and flock life.
By so living, efficiency is increased in such survival essential
areas as hunting, and defense.
Vitalto collective living is communication
between individuals in the herd or pack,
which goes on continually via the physical senses.
Wherein is played out the literal, life-&-death drama of
both beast and man is what I refer to as,
"the primary world."
It is irrefutably obvious that it is at this non thinking,
completely instinctive level that all living creatures
physically live or die,
but the pack, herd or flock of homo sapiens has been provided with
another level of existence -- thought,
and all that results from thought, I have labeled,
"the secondary world",
yet even weighed with this sobriquet, its importance in the story
of man can scarcely be overemphasized.
Once men have been fed and sheltered,
after that,
it’s all -- show business.
When individual men in the herd-of-humanity
are not engaged in physical, do-or-die,
struggles for survival at the primary world level,
(which, you may note, few men now are),
their attention turns to their secondary world;
that unique stage whereon can be played out an infinite number of
entertaining, invisible
games, and dramas,
and whose rules and subject matter is
without restrictions.
Life in the secondary world is one of,
posing and pretending,
and in their crudest manifestations are unmistakable
sexual bleed-overs from the primary realm.
No one can fail to recognize them as what they are.
But we are off to examine something else that,
while being an off spring of bucolic sex
has taken on a life of its own
in the city.
Men not only live in herds physically,
they do so also, mentally.
And just as wildebeest must communicate among themselves to keep
the herd physically together,
so too do men keep in constant contact so as to
hold the mental group together.
And this of course is where talk comes in.
Since speech first appeared,
men have believed that there is a "magic" in words;
from Adam who, upon first hearing words spoken
and not realizing they were originating in his own brain,
attributed to them a supernatural source,
to contemporary clusters of men gathered on one side of a sports
field
collectively chanting out certain words
in an effort to magically effect the outcome of the game,
men believe there is something potentially metaphysical about words.
With the majority of mankind,
the magic in words is in their ability to help
coalesce the group,
and through their shared language
make the individual feel more a secure part thereof.
With the few who seek an
outsider’s-understanding-of-life,
the potential magic in words is antipodal.
What they seek is,
just-the-right-words that will
cut them free from the herd.
Not separation from others physically,
but a freedom from the slavish nexus to them mentally.
What those who say they "seek to Awaken"
are in fact after is an inner freedom from the herd.
They unknowingly long for the ability to think outside of the
unwritten but well-known confines of the herd’s collective sense
of reality.
To routine men, words magically help to
hold their particular group together.
To routine men, words magically help to
hold their own consciousness together.
What the few, non standard men are after
is in another direction, (verbally, the opposite.)
Whereas with the ordinary majority,
words help hold their social, non-essential, "secondary world" together,
and keep it running right,
the few want to hear some words that will individually
cut them loose from the inner world of the ordinary,
and in fact stop its influence on their thought from,
"running right".
The lives of ordinary people in man’s secondary arena is one of
pure show biz.
It is all an endless game of -- pose and pretend.
Strike a pose that is compatible with the herd’s current picture
of
what it is to be a
"self-centered,"
"consciously thoughtful" human being.
You then pretend that you do have a "self",
and that you are "consciously thoughtful."
But it’s all a gag! -- a game of pretend! –
that’s what show business is.
The performer on stage wants to be liked,
and the audience will, (for selfish reasons),
pretend to like him,
since when he’s done,
they go on,
and he becomes their audience.
This occurs between people,
and this occurs in your own brain between the
talking part of consciousness,
and the listening part.
Everyone is in show business –
secondary, show business.
One part of consciousness forever performing for
its counterpart.
Center stage -- posing and pretending,
and across the neural footlights its audience - star struck
& hypnotized.
I have just described the consciousness
of --
a man asleep.
Such a person is not only firmly confined to the,
"collective consciousness of man,"
(the herd’s mentality
but he is also in lockstep with his own brain’s
individual version thereof.
Such a non personal form of consciousness,
(which is the mortal norm),
always feels itself driven to -- perform!
And since it has no tangible talent,
no physical attributes,
and from one view in fact,
does not even have an
independent existence of its own,
what kind of performance can it give save for,
posing-&-pretending.
In the non physical, civilized world,
it is nothing but show business.
Every time a man says, "I" -- he is posing,
and whenever he says that he knows
this-or-that thing to be true -- he is pretending.
But after all:
when you’re in show business --
what else are you expected to do?!
A man who needs an audience for his thoughts
has no thoughts worthy of an audience, (or):
A man who needs an audience for his thoughts
is asleep.
Second verse:
A man who is an audience for
someone else’s thoughts
is asleep.
Face it: Show biz is no life for a man trying to awaken.
Tip: Don’t perform for you --
don’t perform for anybody.
From an enlightened view:
all secondary herds of men are
collections of dolts & dim-wits.
This obviously sounds like criticism,
but it is not, and I am merely being -- "theatrical"
to brighten up a point, (to wit):
If a more awake, enlightened grasp of life is what you truly seek,
you can never find it while your thoughts are an active member of the
perfectly normal,
naturally drawn-and-held-together
collective herd of human thinking.
If you live among cows you will forever smell bovid,
and if all of your thoughts are simply reactions to the thoughts
which surround you,
you will always smell like a heifer, I mean -- be asleep.
You simply cannot be posing-&-pretending,
and NOT BE ---
posing-&-pretending.
You’re either in show business or you’re not.
You either want for your thoughts to be
listened to and liked,
or else, even more strongly,
you want to see for yourself what this whole meshuggeneh opera of
being alive is actually about.
If I gave advice,
here would be mine for de day:
Don’t’ talk to anybody, and,
Don’t listen to anybody.
You can still be sociable and get laid,
cause you can actually not be
talking or listening to some one and them never know it.
And here’s the even better angle:
you can pull the same thing on yourself,
and still get away with it.
...........Did I merely say, "Get away with it"?! -- Hell,
you’ll BENEFIT from it!
Well, boys and girls, always remember:
the purpose of my words and my talking to you here
is to expose the vacuous posing of words,
and reveal the crass pretending upon which
talk’s claim of legitimacy rests.
My day’s report has been a success when,
after having read it
you temporary lose all respect for words,
and momentarily wonder whether
you will ever talk again.
And along with those two specifics
goes an overall refreshing sensation of,
"empty headedness."
Not some:
"Finally-filled-with-over-flowing-knowledge-of-all-things-mystical"
state --
no sir!
just simple, straight-ahead,
Everything-understood -- empty headedness!
Posing as a pitiful seeker won’t help,
and pretending to know what you’re doing will kill you,
so get off the stage,
get up and leave your seat in the audience,
sew up your mouth, and cover your ears,
and there you are.
(At least you won’t look like just another
run-of-the-mill cow any more.)
P.s. In the above today,
I attempted to serve you a lot more
than you came prepared to digest.
What can seem like a joke,
I assure you always has an intention other than to
make you laugh,
but if what I’m pointing to is treated too seriously,
it becomes even more difficult to see.
The finer be the gown bedecking Cinderella,
the easier it be to forget her imaginary origins.
If you continue to take the singing-&-dancing taking place on
your stage of consciousness -- seriously –
you will continue to sit still for its endless and
repetitious performances.
You as both performer and audience
become as one.
Your talking part of consciousness,
and your listening part merge into an
inseprableseamless whole.
Youse
mein compadre -- is asleep!
Just
a’singin’ and a’dancin’ ---
all in a dream.
Ain’t it great!?
(just a little humor.)
Well, I know you have to go,
(your important meeting and all),
so I’ll see you next time.