A Splendiferous Insight

In response to an e-mail post:

"I notice you like to use the term "craft" to describe what you've done to address your beliefs (or not). Is there a particular reason you chose this term? Did you have to work at what you currently consider your outlook on religion to be? Why would it be considered "business" if they adopted your outlook?"

I wrote this comment and asked these questions on the spur of the moment. I had hoped they would engage the writer in such a way as to cause him to question his own motives, but his response seemed to ponder if I intended to insult him instead. The goal of this particular quest is to discover whether or not it's actually true that what one occupies their time with most fervently, most pedantically, most frenetically, most persistently, most desperately... is their real religion. I don't know whether this is a well-formed question or is there is a better one.

i seem to be arriving at the conclusion that what one does with their ti-me most fervently IS their religion. No matter whether their obsessed behavior is acceptable to the large majority of their neighbors or not. I don't even know how to argue this as a moot question. I'm fishing for ideas about this topic simply by writing what I'm writing right now. What's next?

Again, I'm writing with the Jung quote on religion in the back of my mind, while I try to bring related data to the foreground. I went searching for the correct quote to link it here, but I haven't found a site with the quote easy to find on the page to link to. I'll work on it. Meanwhile, I found this quote at this site that's easy to find because it's the third paragraph on the page:

"The artist is not a person endowed with free will who seeks his own ends, but one who allows art to realize its purpose through him... it is sometimes so heavy a burden that he is fated to sacrifice happiness and everything that makes life worth living for the ordinary human being."

http://koti.mbnet.fi/amoira/fatejng1.htm

Jung seems to be saying something equivalent to what I've been chirping lately, that deciding to play God with our own lives means that we must accept responsibility for what happens when we might not quite be up to the task. On the other hand, I don't seem as convinced as I might need to be that instead of choosing to play God with my own life, that I was chosen, and probably damned by the choice (however made) to "sacrifice happiness and everything that makes life worth living for the ordinary human being."

I certainly would not have asked my children to voluntarily condemn themselves to such a fate. I refused to allow them to use me as a model for their lives by simply not being there for them after they were taken away to California by my ex-wife. They detest me for it. No blame. As one of the chosen I had no choice but to act in their favor despite the results my action elicited. There is no blame for them, and any blame there is, is mine.

I think I have successfully refilled my prescriptions at the VA Hospital pharmacy via the internet for the first time. i guess I'll know I did right when they show up at my house. I tried to do it before, but apparently anticipated having a difficult time making it happen, and thus, it didn't. I kept looking for the forms I saw on the documentation, and when they didn't show up I got confused and quit.

This morning I went back to the Refill page and the checkboxes I needed to click were right out in the open with instructions at the top of the column to check the medications I wanted to refill. I checked 'em, clicked on the Submit Refills button at the bottom of the column, and it was a done deal.

This is the best way for all concerned to get refills done with the least fuss. I can readily see where I'm at with all my prescriptions, and how many refills I've got left at the same place the medical staff looks. This is probably already a worn out phrase, but appropriate still. We're literally all on the same page.

I asked this guy I like some hard questions. If I didn't like him I wouldn't have bothered. I asked him these questions knowing before hand that he would have to read what appeared before him as if he had composed the question I asked.

As a human, if the/a question is asked, the psyche will provide an answer consciously heard or no. With the question being: Will the answer provided be to the question I composed or the one my reader transformed by interpretation into their own question of Self, and how will my respondent treat the answer he provided to what he thought he would be asking if he were me?

It's my opinion that he will treat the answer he provided to what he would have been asking if he had used the same words I did, and claim it was his answer to my question. On the contrary, if he treats his answer as his genie's response to his interpretation of what he would have been asking himself with disrespect (although intending his scorn for me), he'll probably accuse me of disrespecting him despite my lack of intent to cause that response in him. In any case, there's been no response at all nor is there likely to be.