Condition of Condition

           The Universe awakened me at 1:28--I've no idea why.  Generally, the Call to Write is the Reason~~~  the Universe sends me Info to be recorded and transmitted to an unwary Public innocent of the Nature and Direction of  Intent, meaning, I am just a Conduit for Universal Spillage; stuff on this screen is suppose to appear "of its own accord", I mean, it'd be great if I had an agenda that includes [is the result of] some sort  of Schedule,{where schedule MAY be syllabus} {{I mean shit---if only}}.    Instead of any Agenda [in lieu] I have a reliance upon Feeling---(which is why I sucked at my Major)---whereby Feeling is NECESSARY for the NEED to ryte.  I'm unreliable .

          It's not that I don't `work on` shit--- Thoughts as drafts are ever-present in my Psyche-- I 'hold' them as I work which then allows Formulation ---that is -- the Whole becomes self aware as Knowledge and in the best cases Wisdom-------when this occurs the shit  writes itself in the Exact same way that once you Master Sword Forms the Forms "DO" you .   

          I am loath to supply incomplete copy .   Open-ended MindlessfullNess implies {speaks of} inability and/or laziness---BOTH when daunt and whelm have activated disTrust, Doubt and Suspicion .  I sometimes wish there was a Pill for that  ....................................

The cat without a hat fights back

                                                                     Epilogue

            I'm thinkin' about putting a 'glossary' and/or lexicon and even a "Key to Pronunciation" Guide along with a 'Legend' like the ones we find on maps.   I've gone as far as considering this book, "How to read to your Children" --- A Handbook on meter, rhythm, modulation, connotation, inference and inflection ---- Sound as Transmitter of Understanding .   

          Here's the 1st sentence, "FOR CHRIST'S SAKE   `DO` THE VOICES !!!"  

Rock steady.......steady az She goze... .

"Here come the Judge"

           Expressions like :  "Never judge a book by its cover", heralded as Truth, now register as whole-sale LIE.   Let's Universalize that .  What were held to be Truths in our childhood, are now BLATANT Falsities--to be considered just so much colloquialistic garbage, the Romanticizational Effort to generate a somewhat Positive admonition to alter {or bring into conformity} a Reality of Judgement.  Here it is where Children's Literature has been Valued Vehicle to transmit a Mental Cognizance that is skewed toward a `silken softness` >>>  a Cognizance whose Operational Base is that of Optimism .   

          When you broaden the Spectrum of Transverse AwareNess what comes into view is the Necessity for Balance.   Here it is where "Qualifiers" must be entered into this Cognizance in order to FULLY describe the Truth as RELATIVE to the Conditions-At-Hand.  Check it out :  SOMETIMES you must not 'Judge a book by its cover'.   

          You can see it ryte ?   Truth is RELATIVE .  

           How you gonna explain THAT to a Kid ?  

The SEE-ment Pond-er-er

           A few {dazes} ago I got `caught` by "An Inquiry Into Values" the post-script title off of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.  I got dizzy as my tiny monkey brain began to spin.  I sat on the ground to keep from falling over .   I wondered HOW I had forgotten Pirsig's Mission, a Mission that I had vowed to Continue with my own Investigations and Research{es}.   I tried to `Think` but could not.  I sat, holding on, as if on a {not-so} merry-go-round NOT the Gentle kind---but the playground DEATH Dealer where if you DON'T hold on you're discharged like grass from a walk-behind mower .   

          I'm always That Drunk who pulled a soiled mattress onto the bar's pool table while slurring, "How did things get so fucking fucked-up?"  .   Been there >>>>>   STILL there ................ .

          In moments of ((unsustainable)) AGONIZING Clarity I suffocate beneath the CRUSH of segment-tated History, the one where motes of dust and even molecules of powder are e-massed like that of cement in an 80 pound bag,,,,,, "heavy" just doesn't do it;  it barely gets you close.   But there 'it' is, a bag of cement on my face ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ .

          

          

Zation

           Somewhere in 'Out-there' I have expressed a {now dire} suspicion that 'growing-up' with the Threat of Nuclear Annihilation >>ever-present on a day-to-day basis [and during the National News every {second of every} evening] <<  generated a SEVERE Mental Illness that presented as Brain Zombie-Ism, the one whereby Realism, the GRAPHIC REAL-EYES-ZATION of "Just Now" 'Reality' was  `held` in `abeyance`---relocated, as it were, to the Dark Reaches of Dark Matter in the folds and crevices of tissue-nomic brainery, and while there, began, in Cancer facility, to erode Truth, rather, to erode and corrode the Cognitive Ability, to Recognize Truth and to keep IT as Moral {and Scientific} Orientation.   

          Here it is whereby "Romanticism"--- the "Sweet coating" of Ugliness and Atrocity---was `used` to communicate a FALSE Sense of Well-Being clearly exemplified in the modern "Life is good" an `expression` that DENIES the REALITY of perhaps NINETY PER CENT of the Global Population who must endure Poverty and Political Oppression in a 21st Century World, that COULD, if Pressed, Feed every single Citizen of Earth.   For many of Us, Life is NOT "Good", indeed, Life is Suffering Laden as the Buddha issued in His Four Noble Truths.

         Anyone want to open a Kiddie Book and read,  "All Existence entails Suffering" ???

         You feel me ?????

          

"It HURTS when you want IT so bad."

                                                                               Prologue

          I had to move a couple of shelves of books around to accommodate the new Children's Literature Enterprise which will hallmark my entry into the Death Realm .   I have a feeling that "Grandma Moses" got it 'Right' meaning, she was able to `tap into` Creation Itself {as} she painted her Dreams and Visions with Spectacular Alacrity, This, despite having NO Formal Education in {brushwork} Art.  I want THAT, indeed, I want HER to be a Muse that I may parallel Her Trajectory as Spirit Helper Resource .   

NOW is Forever

           For my purposes,, it is best to define Primal Fear as The Fear of Death AND The Fear of The Experience of Dying.   No one wants to die from the effect of prolonged Torture manifested as seething IllNess and non-Curative {Abominatory} Collapse .  We would [so much] rather "die in our sleep".  In lieu of Slumber Death there is the vaunt of dying "with our boots on" and the ever atrocity-laden "going out in a Blaze of Glory" {Gory}.   Only a Few actually SEEK Death.  Our present Civilization views Suicide as PRIMAL ABOMINATION, the ACT of defying God's Will, and the OBJECTIVE Reality that Life is INNATELY Precious.   

          Apparently {A Parent ly} Death IS the Ultimate Unknown, and {once again} the Unknown is to be Feared {or so we have been taught}.  There is Life and the Other >>> represented as Death<<<, Here now "Fear of the Other" which has non-magically constituted a Reality of Perception that is SO magnificently deleterious to Objective Cognition [that it] actually manifests as egregious Societal `malfeasance of Character` where Character embodies acceptable Conduct.   Here it is where Truth does NOT factor into individual not societal Conscience .  It doesn't have to.   Here now "Criminal Behavior" exhibits those UNWANTED Characteristics of Non-Future Orientation >> the "Just Now" components of RADICAL self indulgence typified as "Immediate Gratification".