As Keith Johnstone, one the founders of improv theater, writes: "If you stop reading for a moment and think of something you wouldn't want to happen to you, or to someone you love, then you'll have thought of something worth staging or filming. We don't want to walk into a restaurant and be hit in the face with a custard pie, and don't want to suddenly glimpse Granny's wheelchair racing toward the edge of a cliff, but we'll pay good money to attend enactments of just such events."
I didn't get it. The more I think about it, the more I realize that's what people write about. They write or make movies or create stage plays about something they don't want to happen to them or someone they love. Is this also the basis of humor?
I watched in amazement a film of some skydivers from Norway jumped off the cliffs of this deep fiord. They weren't using parachutes except for emergencies. They were wearing flying suits that work in the same way flying squirrels fly. This dude screwed up and was bouncing off the rock walls of the fiord, but he kept filming. He broke his leg bad enough to have to get a titanium rod inserted into the bone in his leg, but otherwise survived okay. He stated that he was going right back to it just as soon as his leg healed.
This was definitely something I wouldn't want to happen to me or someone I loved. A lotta stuff that makes the news media is something I wouldn't wanna happen to me. Some of it happens so frequently, and appears on the six o'clock so often, even though it's life-threatening, l seem to get burned out on it and boo the TV station for not showing something interesting.
I watch the Charley Rose Show on PBS more often since I got the digital converter. On the analog TV I have upstairs in my bedroom I can only get this program at 11:30 at night, but with the simulcast digital broadcast it's on several different times during the day for filler. I watched part of it at 8 a.m. this morning. It was a rerun from yesterday, but the guests described a situation I wouldn't want to happen to me or someone I love. It's gonna, if me and the people I love live long enough. The one speculation I paid attention to was a statement that the Earth will have a billion more people vying for the resources we need to stay alive.
The next statement was about how much shorter the time period will be after that for another billion people to be born on earth. By the time my children get to be my age, their children will be competing with several billion more people trying to stay alive on Earth. It's just not that big a planet. Something will have to happen to reduce the population or the inventors better get busy figuring out how to transport billions of extra people to another planet to have room to grow.
The way I see it, there's not a chance in hell that's gonna happen, but admittedly, I couldn't have foreseen what's happened technologically in my own lifetime. I don't think this bodes well for those seekers who attempt to discover or create their own individuality. Personally, I don't think individuation is all it's cracked up to be. I don't know what I thought the rewards for accomplishing that might turn out to be despite the fact that I've researched this topic for my entire adulthood.
I'm convinced I've experienced gnosis, enlightenment, and full-blown Kundalini in this one body, but i don't know what that means anymore. It certainly hasn't made me immortal. It's made me realize that I'm not what I made myself up to be. That, I'm not a human looking for a spiritual experience, but rather I am is a spirit looking for a human experience, and not only that, but seeking to make the human it creates for that purpose immortal.
I'm convinced I didn't create this body. I swapped off my old body for a new one this young spirit was going to destroy. Instead of creating a body that died disappointed that it hadn't achieved immortality to honor it's maker, I decided to move laterally instead of going up and down in a rebirth situation. I only had a brief glimpse of how this took place, and it's not convincing to anyone but me. Nobody knows, even if I tell it or write it a thousand times over. No blame. They gotta interpret.
Moving laterally instead of going back and forth between bodies doesn't seem to have brought immortality for the body any closer than it ever was. I don't know why I do it. I'm looking for another body to replace this one now, but because of the over-population thing, I'm not sure I wanna do that again. I'm considering just dying with this body and waiting until another, maybe bigger planet is found to give myself a better shot next ti-me. What's the difference? It's not like another planet won't have to be found for life to have bodies after the next one, and the next one after that is eaten up parasitically, as always.
Around, and around, and around she goes,
and where she stops, nobody knows.
I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
