Tossed Word Salad

I went to bed early last night because there was no reason to stay up. The people I'm corresponding with through e-mail have disappointed me. I know people who are excellent writers who have nothing to say. By that I mean they don't write about their own experiences, but write about other people's experiences (mostly famous dead people) as if they had lived those other people's lives instead of their own.

"Thou shalt not worship graven images." ~ Mosaic Law

I've never met anybody, including professional religionists, who has ever asked themselves what a "graven image" is. They appear to just take it for granted that they somehow understand what it means, and as if they might be a fool to question what they have been taught since childhood is holy writ.

A graven image is an image that has been deliberately engraved ON something. Papyrus. Sheepskin. Paper. Rocks. Scissors. Excalibur. Sidewalks. Homo sapiens are the only animals on Earth who create graven images.

A slate-blue bower bird popped into my mind as if to protest. After watching their architectural prowess on the nature shows on TV, how could I say no? Birds do have that outer layer of brain that humans have. Maybe dinosaurs decided to turn themselves into birds as a preferred way of being imprisoned on Earth?

That particular commandment about graven images I quoted (from memory, and subject to error) is from the old testament of the King James Version of the Bible. The Ten Commandments Moses' was imbued with after he had his peak experience during his Exodus. He started talking to bushes (obviously one of his former incarnations) as if a madman. I think Moses simply meant to preach that homo sapiens shouldn't worship their own creations, but to only worship the God of the mountain each of us climb to have that encounter. In my opinion, he was saying, "Don't be bowing down before no man-made stuff."

I don't know if Moses was right about that. Mosaic Law has been around for a long time. Truth-telling by divination is not held in as high a regard as it once may have been. On the other hand, if you've ever had any "peak experiences" of your own, for whatever reason, you gnow it's hard not to babble endlessly while attempting to speak the un-nay-me-able. His Ten Commandments must have taken a long time to resolve and bring to fruition in the sensory dimension. The Hero's Journey can be a bitch.

Only po'-its can write poems in real ti-me. The Muses only hang with po' people. That's why you gotta give away all yo' stuff to pass as one of their own with really, really poor people. Some of the people some of the time, but if you're really serious about getting the goods, than the weight of born responsibility has to be abandoned in order to convince them you need to be there among them whether you have to be or not. There's no option if you wanna be where the poetry gods go to find victims to haunt with their heavenly wares.

"Nobody loves you when you're down and out." ~ Billie Holiday

"Un-nay-me-able". I'm pretty sure I coined that phrase to fulfill a need of my own. I don't expect it to gain general use because the people I me-and-thee with don't generally understand the consciousness rap. Besides that, the expression resolves to unnamable. That which can't be named. It can't be denied because it can't be named. It is undeniably so. Humans can't deny it's being what it IS, for whatever it's worth. That's the thing about denial and consciousness. You can't have one without the other. If you stop denying the world is you, then you loses consciousness. You gotta be conscious for their to be a you. No you? No consciousness. What a drag, man.

I break common words up with hyphens as a practice, I do it while reflecting upon the abstract theory that by breaking the big rocks in my lexicon down to small stones, that I may conquer the basic me-and-thee-ing of that woe-to-the-Id (word). When homo erectus (whomever?) first learned to talk, that was when he became a nemesis, if not an equal to the gods. In the bejinning of becoming a homo sapiens, he was the adversary to the powers that be. Probably because he now possess not only the ability to utter coherently, but he had a physical body to boot. What god wouldn't be jealous of that?

What did making the gods jealous take to make that happen? Man had to learn to realize a heretofore imaginary lodging outside of the unopposed fullness of all that It IS, to BE outside of all that he was (and still is), in order to set up a polarity be-tween me-and-thee. The denial of the unopposed fullness is what creates consciousness. If that which is in denial stops denying that you, and all that you claim to be (outside of your own fullness) are not me, you can't be what I-am-is. No me-and-thee-ing. What's the point of denying the world if doing that has no meaning?

Well, maybe just no thee-ing. If I am is unconscious, then thee doesn't ex-is-t to It.

What is there to say if there is no me-and-thee-ing (meaning). Why say anything if it's not to help with the hunting? It might have been quite harmless in the bejinning (a man who can talk be-co-me-s a genie of a sort. He plays doppelganger to the stupid beast. A genius is a man with a genie (doppelganger) at his disposal. A bunch of men with genies at their disposal are called by vocation to be the Jinn. The Jinn are man-made geniuses. They are not born that way. They are impossible to appoint as if to political office, but come into being as self-discovered, and often shy about it at first. "What to do... what to do?"

Why would a graven image mean anything else than a man-made object? A tenth of Moses' vision of doing right is that mankind should not worship the artifacts of mankind. As if possessing the ability to create stuff through imitation made the objects they imitated less than they were originally worth, before man improved upon the handiwork of .... hmmm.... God?