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Wednesday Edition |
On one planet was once a race of creatures who ran.
They were eventually replaced by a race which sat and thought.
They in turn sat around for thousands of years
waiting for something within them to arise
to replace themselves.
To help ease-e-e local conditions,
life gave men watches
so they could "watch the time,"
and not be so much concerned over all that "other stuff."
("Wheee! -- look at me, Daddy! -- I'm staring and in a stupor!"
"Why, that's great, Son -- simply great!")
The mythical warrior typically spends part of a
lifetime struggling against confining, external forces
to eventually see that the real restrictions are within himself. Then
comes more time spent trying to attend to his internal captivity, which,
if things go well, ultimately results in him developing a whole new understanding
of just what freedom consists of.
Simple men are simply confined, though they perceive the causes of their confinement to be extremely complex -- to get past this, open your eyes -- just look around you at the obvious.
A man once said to a mystic, "It seems
to me that there should be two general forms of mystical teaching: one
form that talks to you about whatever it is that it wants to talk about,
and another form that will talk to you about whatever it is that you want
to talk about."
To which the mystic responded, "The second variety you must produce
for yourself -- but you'll find that, even with just yourself involved,
it's not as easy to accomplish as you'd expect."
In later days, as the man studied and struggled with what the mystic had
said, he experienced bouts of surprising amazement and excitement over
this idea, which obviously is illogical and impossible...and yet...there
it is! Right within himself he found the reality of just how difficult
it is to think about anything other than what your thinking already wants
to think about.
Repetitiveness is part of life's normal safety
procedures,
but, within a hungry man's consciousness, it serves no such purpose.
Which will happen first:
talk will exhaust reality,
or talk exhaust itself?
Which will occur first:
thinking will explain everything,
or thinking explain itself?
One man (with important matters on his mind)
would only write about them as long as he had paper.
