“Not only is the universe stranger than we imagine, it is stranger than we can imagine.” — Sir Arthur Eddington (English Astronomer)
I see by the timeline here, that it’s been longer than I had hoped between posts. I blame myself. So much spinning around in my fevered little brain, that I’ve been a bit distracted.
The above quote popped into my head the other day. I wanted to blog something related, but I promptly forgot it, as I am wont to do when life gets in the way. Back it popped today, so I wrote it down right quick…
Having said that, this may end up being some free form blather as I don’t really know why this tickled my writing reflex, but it has so here we go.
I guess I’ve been contemplating a lot lately on…life in general I guess for the purpose of brevity. The corollary to the above quote is something I and many others have used…”That’s so weird I couldn’t possibly have made it up”, when something or other pegs the needle on their Wierd Sh**-O-Meter.
Maybe it’s just me being Mr. Cosmic, but I am finding profound thoughts lately in seemingly insignificant events. Without getting all mysterious, let’s just say, I’ve been compelled lately to start writing what will no doubt be a difficult to write tome about some of the spiritual influences, events, and compelling forces in my life, approximately. I generally don’t discuss my personal belief system with others, as it’s one of those ‘taboo’ subjects, along with politics. If you’re inclined to rage and express anger toward people who don’t follow traditional Judeo-Christian philosophy…best close this down now. Flames will be cheerfully not approved.
Having said that, far be it from me to tell someone else what or how they should believe, if anything. I find that presumptuous, and frankly insulting. The paths of our lives are as unique as the individual, and one persons experiences or hard won wisdom may only apply to them.
My own life experience has led me to a point in my life where I have begun to actually understand or intuit (as opposed to just ‘know intellectually’) that nothing happens randomly or by accident. Now, I’m not talking about stubbing your toe and making a cosmic incident out of it (sorry, just simple cause and effect here. Put on some dam shoes), but I mean actual events in your life. New jobs, new relationships, and the like. The big stuff. These mean something.
There are those who would argue that they planned for that to happen because they sought out a new job, or a particular person to pursue. Sure. If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans. Far be it from me to be a fatalist either. If our entire lives are pre-ordained from cradle to grave, then why bother getting out of bed in the morning, right? Though I admit there are days when that has a certain appeal.
Most/many people live their lives like a cork on a lake, driven by currents and waves, and accepting what comes with little question and even less insight as to ‘why’. When you set your feet on a path of understanding life, the universe and everything, strange things start happening. It’s as if we accelerate karma to some degree. Changes happen faster. As our understanding of ‘whatever this is’ we are doing here, it starts happening faster.
There’s a lot more to this, trust me. I’m just hitting the surface of the highlights. I’m also not here to tell you how to do this. How should I know that? It’s your life, you figure it out, I’m having quite enough problems with my own, thank you very much. To put it the way Brian did in the movie “The Life of Brian”, “Don’t let anyone else tell you what to do. You’ve got to figure it all out for yourself”. Of course, the crowd that started following him was perfectly content to allow him to ‘lead’ them, despite his pleading with them. It’s a very funny movie really, and despite how you may feel about it’s irreverence, it brings up a whole plethora of issues about religion, self governance, introspection, as well as how to be a member of a crack suicide squad.
When will this book be written you ask? It’s an excellent question that I continue to ask myself. I continue to be mentally and intellectually daunted by the project that came flying out of the ether to slap my brain like a wet fish. But you readers of this blog will be the first to know. Or maybe the second, depending on where you are in the pecking order of my friends. Being surrounded by writers in my group of zanies, I fear they have corrupted me into this path. There will be hell to pay upon you, unless this turns out to be easier than I think it will. I hold little hope for that at the moment.
Now that I’ve spilled the beans, sort of, I feel a bit more like I’ve committed myself to this path. The thing is, writing, although I love the idea of it, is almost physically painful to me…until I get started. Then things sort of start to flow. It’s the starting that is difficult. Just like setting your feet on the path of self discovery I suppose. It’s beset by a lot of psychic bruising until you get your sea legs under you. Well, it’s still a difficult path even then, but you sort of get used to the abuse heaped up on you by the Universe I suppose. It’s really for our own good you know.
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