Woids Are Woeful To The Id

I am so hoping the Sun will finally come out for a while today. The ambient temperature has not been shivering cold, but it's not been warm enough to go 'round naked either. It has rained every day for the last week. Why is God angry? It's gotta be personal. Every person I meet acts like it's my fault the clouds have come and hidden God from them? Is a sacrifice needed? Who? Not me, bitch. I paid my dues. I'm going out with a bang, not a whimper.

I didn't mean to speak up at the reunion and make a smart ass remark, but things could not have been productive if I hadn't. At least I wasn't drunk this time. I didn't even have a single drink of alcohol. On the other hand, I wouldn't swear on a stack of Bibles that my state of being was unaltered. They couldn't pass my verbal contributions off as merely irritating. I took the essence of the moment and gave it physical manifestation through the agency of my voice, and made a mere meeting into a joyful occasion.

That's what rabble rousers who are poets do. I talked to a goodly number of my old class mates, but I only spoke two sentences to the group as a whole, and with that they forgave me. I deliberately re-instituted my inside way with them. They've just waiting for me to say something/anything again. Why would they not? They're my heart, but I'm their mind.

The thing is that I am what I am... IS... when I do what it's my job to do. I can't ignore my talents and dumb down to act as if I didn't know. That's what blasphemy of the spirit IS. Frankly, I don't even suspect that I can do anything about that at this juncture. When push comes to shove, I'm gonna say something. It's my nature. The urge to do it is eventually over-powering even if the result is only the widow's mite.

My reasoning about this is that if I do what I gotta do, gracefully and with some appreciable amount of couth and regal dismissiveness as possible. When I've covered my bases in that regard, however, the only option I seem to have centers around what I actually proclaim, when I do what I gotta do. Seeing the world I live in on an ongoing basis as plausible, but unconvincing is not easy for me. It resolves each time to movement and rest.

I do the same thing over and again when I perform the rituals for movement and rest. I count the inhales and exhales of my breathing. I'm addressing the counting moreso than the sitting and the walking. What I mean is that I meditate in two ways. I meditate in the classical way of sitting very still and entering what amounts to some hopefully lucid sleep paralysis, and I practice me-dic-tat-ing while I take my daily constitutional.

Meditation is a practice oriented behavior. As far as I'm concerned it's not one whit different than practicing the doing of any repetitious, but stately ritual. Most recognizable by many as being the same sort of thing to do in order to get the commonly understood results of playing a musical instrument or some particular sport. With the question being: What and how do I practice to get the results I suspect other people of getting, because I want those results for myself too. It makes the girls go all daring and damp. Why else would one wanna go out of their way to get that sort of attention?

In my opinion, it's to capture the overview of a common and unrecognized unity in all gatherings of me and thee. It's the kind of activity and behavior that sends mother's running to collect their children and sot them down before the actor/s of such practice results, and say to them, "Look chile, LOOK! That's how God IS! Remember it, and try to re-cognate it everywhere you perceive it in any way for the rest of your lives!"

Okay, there's gotta be a better description of what I'm attempting to clarify. It might go better if I tried to use the concept of time and timing. Events happen in cycles and phases in the real world. Granted, what we recognize about cycles and phases are exactly and only what we filter for. The phases of the Moon are man-made. The participants in how the phases of the Moon are articulated are the Moon, the Sun, and their mutual relationship to the Earth.

None of the participants: the Sun, the Moon, and/or the Earth know they're doing what we say they're doing or even that they have been assigned the various nay-me-s (names) we address them as possessing. They do what they do and we watch. Then, we give the chosen objects the attributes of humans to make us think that have the same reason for being as we have decided humans have. "Aye, matey, and thar be the rub."

Some call anthropomorphizing an object giving it an identity as a necessary step we use to put physical objects in their place in our reckoning systems. In other words, we use abstract constructs that really aren't there to re-me objects that really are there. Paradoxical... eh? Thangs are what they're not, and they're not what they are.

What I'm attempting to say here is that there's a lotta wiggle room when it comes to communicating. Homo sapiens have a species flaw. They can't know their own possibilities in real time. They can create a persona that is created from the gitgo with the possibility of re-cognating certain events within certain pre-established parameters, but that can't happen when you're a stranger in a strange land. Nobody knows your rules of conscience, and you don't know their rules of conscience, and yet both sides expect the other to not only know what the culture's general rules of conscience are, say, for the sake of socializing, but we expect each other to obey our subjective rules of conscience as if they were ours too, and we can't. That's the flaw in a nutshell.

It's not that we can't see other people's possibles, even if they can't, but when we go to tell them of what we can see plain as day, they only hear what they "think" we're saying, and it usually don't have anything to do with learning what we see that is entirely possible for them.

There is a way, but it's an even greater paradox, and impossible to conceive of for some, no matter what. It is possible for each of us to recognize that what we see in the other as their possibilities... as our own. We have to listen to what we accuse the other of being like, because the only thing we can accuse them of being like is us.

The advice we give to other people is what we should be taking as advice to ourselves. Since it's a paradox, and all paradoxes are basically that we are what we're not, and we're not what we are, then we each have to turn the tables on ourselves to understand what our possibles are in damned-near-real-time. Now, if you can comprehend the reasons for giving other people advice before we actually utter the words (woids/woe-ids/woe-to-the-Id-s), we can recognize our possibles as second nature. Not as fast as real time, but the best of all possible worlds.