Dateline: The Great Divide.

I am today simultaneously in 
several different parts of the world, 
and more specifically,
in the particular place that they locally consider to be 
a dividing line between two discrete, and 
significantly dissimilar areas.

One of the old timers here notes that the world can be 
divided into two groups: 
those who divide the world into groups,
and those who do not,
(which actually speaks to the nature of thoughts,
rather than the creatures in whom  they nest ,
[but I’ll say nothing since the elderly do so enjoy 
their little outbursts of sardonic humor,
(which is often the closest they can come to appearing wise)]).
 

In that it is thinking alone that distinguishes man from all other Earthly life, 
it is no surprise that his thoughts naturally run to making distinctions on every hand,
for it is by the mind’s ability to cut up physical reality into 
pieces of manipulable abstractions 
that he is the comfort king of the planet.
Without thought dividing everything it surveys,
and comparing one theoretical faction to another,
its ability to plan tangible changes to 
the physical environment without first having to 
put man’s hands on it, 
would not be feasible,
and is thus of immense practical value --  but --
when thought turns its attention to 
matters concerning  thought,
and follows its natural proclivity of
dividing-to-understand,
the results are not so pleasant to behold,
(if you are one of the planet’s few professional, 
SANG FROID beholders).
 

From a life time spent pursuing the sport of awakening,
and from my years of commenting thereon,
I have created many models pertinent thereto
based upon sundry divisions regarding man
which some have found useful,
and here is one for this fine Saturday.
 
 

The world is divided into: behavers, and talkers,
and while everyone does a little of both,
most people can easily be seen to 
favor one or the other as 
the focal point of their life.

Behavers see life as primarily one of the body,
and live a more physically based existence 
than do talkers.
They find most of their pleasure in the survival instincts:
eating, screwing, running & resting,
with their talking primarily given to gossip.

Talkers, (while of course also perforce,
living a life of the body),
see life mainly as a mental affair,
living largely in their head,
and deriving singular pleasure&pain 
in games of thought.
(Note that to be a talker does not require 
overt speech,
for a recluse, continually talking to himself, 
readily qualifies.)

The behavers, and the talkers each have 
their own cultures, 
with their own music, art, mythology, religion, heroes,
games, sports, literature and dance,
and as a whole, have a vaguely defined, 
separate sense of what constitutes real, “intelligence”.

Strict behavers have no interest in the idea that man does not commonly live in as conscious a talking state as he could,
since their specific interest IN that area is minimal.
The more extreme talkers likewise have no 
fondness for the notion of there being a more 
enlightened state of talking possible,
since the achieving of same is at the expense of their
primary interest in life --  their present talking state.

None but the few, (not the righteous, Little Joe),
fall adequately outside&inside the two 
noted extremes, and are thus suited to that 
anomalously extreme adventure called,
     ”Looking for The Door.”

Those with this interest do not like being trapped.
Oh, both the behavers and the talkers will exclaim distaste for being physically confined,
but neither sense that special sense of imprisonment
so dear to the hearts of THE FEW.

These people have no natural commitment to being either 
a full time behaver, or talker,
and thus without a firm allegiance to either camp,
they feel more trapped, and at loose ends than do
most homo sapiens.

They are not merely men without a country,
but men with no interest in one;
they are not simply rebels without a cause,
but rebels beyond the REACH of causes.
They just are what they are;
neither strict behavers, nor committed talkers;
not really much of THIS,
or of THAT.
 

What these people actually long for,
(whether they ever see it like this or not),
is release from the common obligation of 
collective man to pretend to be either like this --
or like that.
A man who says to himself: “I want to wake up!”
is really saying: “I am not satisfied in being 
part of any distinguishable division,”
and when he says to himself: 
“I want to know the truth!”
he is in fact saying: 
“I am truly unsettled by having these apparent divisions IN me!

It’s as though I have somehow swallowed both a
rambunctious behaver, and a pedantic talker.
It seems somehow that I am both asleep and awake,
both enlightened yet as dense as a brick.”
 

For the few,
being “asleep” is being internally divided,
yet feeling so divided is man’s normal condition;
it is collateral with having a brain that produces thought;
nothing could be more natural.
Yet nothing, (for the few), could be more annoying.
 

A house divided against itself is a distracted structure;
such a building is driven to constant dreams of
remodeling, (“self improvement”).
A nation torn apart by partisan politics, or religion
is as wholesome as a warm apple pie,
and a man who says one thing and does another
probably has the mother who 
baked  the nice pie.
 
 
 

Look at the battling line up:
there is no slot listed for players who 
don’t want to play;
examine the train schedules,
there are not any going no where,
oh sure, none of them are actually going any where,
but with ordinary travelers, 
at least the pretense is made.

What’s the few to do?!?!?!?!
…………okay;
as is always, constantly&foreverthecase,
there are all kinds of things you can do,
but since we are herein dealing in words,
and since words have to get in line ,
and present themselves one at a time,
here is one of the kinds of things that the 
would-be extreme traveler,
thoroughly unsatisfied with man’s divided state 
can do as he awaits the appearance of, 
”The Savior”   --  (trains that fly).

Move your talking part into the behaving camp,
and vice verse,
and once you instantly experience its value,
and recognize what it reveals about your 
coherent nature,
you can mix it up in various personal combinations --
……until you finally realize that it 
doesn’t matter anyway;
you’ve never really been divided into two of anything;
you’ve always been just one big lump
with part of the lump saying that 
it is separate from the overall lump.

What lumpy attempt at humor – Hah!

Be ye behaver or talker,
if you persist in resisting,
and thus continually deny reality,
it ain’t so damn funny.
If you keep resisting the reality of what you ARE
through the lousy trick of 
taking what the thoughts in your head SAY you are,
you will never catch on to the REAL JOKE in life.

Yeah, 
all would-be, “waker-uppers” & “enlightened mystics” – 
Want To Know The Truth, (always have!),
but none of ‘em wanna know a 
          really good joke.
 

             ……….do YOU?!
 

                      Hi ho! from here for today.
 

                                          JAN
 
 

P.S. If you send me a question and I do not immediately respond to you individually, do take note that I invariably will do so indirectly in the next day's News.