Thin-skinned And Crusty

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It's painful for me to realize that I don't need people as sources to learn things from anymore. Having spent a lifetime of learning to conjure information outta people by kowtowing to their special needs is now a waste in the face of Googling up even better information than one person can know on the internet. Practically any web search on most any topic will return a Results Page with tens of thousands of somehow related links. The wisdom gained by personal experience not withstanding.

I went on hitch-hiking junkets for weeks or months and a coupla times for years when I was a youth, and at times all throughout my middle years. Ninety percent of the rides I got were in single occupant vehicles, and I rode "shotgun" all over North America redundantly for about 7-8 years altogether. Maybe, if the weeks and months were all added up.

That meant I was alone in a car with another homo sapiens as many as ten times a day, and sometime for days on end when they kept driving past their original destination in order to continue the ongoing conversation. In my experience this sort of conjuring can only happen with strangers. They gotta know nothing that suggests you can't do this. Conjuring their true identity from them in shorter and shorter periods of time became my own defense AGAINST my subjective encounter with who/what I made God into on a more or less daily basis during those hard days. I cursed all manner of things for my fate. Chronic fatigue was the only sacrament needed. The hallucinations are untainted by good intentions.  

 I didn't have any use for the information I retrieved and expectorated like from a snake-bite when I used these people's projections to bring it on ho-me to the bird-in-hand. Once exposed, their life-threatening secret was usually some ridiculous crap you'd expect to see on the Jerry Springer Show, and here these idiots had elevated some perfectly understandable faux pas into an unexpected, unexplainable, inane behavior they had turned around and made into the shame of a lifetime. 

On the 6 O'clock news last night there was a story about a dude who did that, and subsequently murdered his wife and children, and then himself, because he felt hung by his own petards.

You might not believe me if I told you that's why people can still go hitch-hiking and catch rides with reasonable regularity. It's people who figure they have nothing to lose that's gonna stop. A lotta times by slamming on their brakes at the last moment. A lotta times drunk as a coot, and armed to the teeth. They're ready to hurt somebody to make them feel the pain they're feeling. I survived by chance and youthful innocence at first, but the outer circumstances that influence a soul's inner sense makes it less of a refuge when they can't deny wot's going on.

Consciousness co-me-s into being because denial creates a ground-of-being for it to ex-is outside the cosmic soup of the Id. All the existentialist pundits say so or seem to. It makes since to me. Since it's not there in beta reality it doesn't have to make sense. That's what you do with denial. You make sense outta thangs with it. "You're not me!" That enchantment works most of the ti-me, but sooner or later, whether you're lucky or not, you might run into a living somethingness that denial don't transform into nothingness, because what it is... is you.

15 Jesus said, "When you see one who was not born of woman, fall on your faces and worship. That one is your Father."

http://users.misericordia.edu//davies/thomas/Trans.htm

Granted, if people didn't do stuff they were ashamed of, then there would be no need for the shame-men (shamans) to remove their self-generated demons. It's probably true that mostly anything a person wants to know about anything, it can be found on the internet. Soon enow, there won't be any reason for pearls to make themselves into people via evolution. The Akashic Records have been digitized.

Maybe the Akashic Records have always been digitized, and only when the technology for tapping into it did it make sense. It might have had to wait for a sensory dimension to be jump-started into being before it could take a bow.

I'm wondering if the experiences I had while out "going ye therefore" was intended to produce joy or the ecstasy somehow associated with enlightenment. My experiences tell me that life is a carcass, and that if I participate in it as the status quo dictates I will be that corpse. Of course, I read that metaphor as a parable, but what ain't?

It doesn't help to consciously understand that the loss of my subcutaneous fat is due to aging. That this loss of the fat underlying the skin is the reason old people get thin-skinned and cranky. It's also the reason they become snowbirds and head for Florida and Southern California during the winter months. Subcutaneous fat is what keeps polar bears and walruses warm in icy waters. When a homo sapiens loses its fat due to aging they can't tolerate cold weather as well.

This thin-skinned condition also makes the skin bruise easier, but does it also affect the skin's ability to manufacture vitamin D? I have seen it written that not enough sun gets through the atmosphere above 36 〬 latitude for the skin to make vitamin D during the winter months when snowbirds go south.
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