Excuse my tone, but WTF? What gives people the right to expect that their position is the only justifiable and righteous one possible? Is it possible that there are still those who consider themselves the center of the universe? I urge everyone to review the storybook, Richard Scarry's What Do People Do All Day? The ancient fable, For the Want of A Nail, too reminds us of the essential nature of giving our-selves thoroughly to our tasks. Perchance you have not been exposed to either of these wonderful tales, It is not giving away the story to tell the tale a-new, if it from your own place of understanding. Like the lotus blossom, the best literature bends and stretches our understanding of the world aeound us. In "teaching" sustainability, one must be ever vigilant to seek out and find better and better data to skew perceptions into peak understanding, using the best placed mental levers and the lever arms of emotion that help our listeners adapt, or integrate knowledge.
Often, especially in light of ubiquitous media, "sources" for information, vast territory of the intellectual landscape is ignored. This results in what perceptually becomes non-existence. We can never realize something our awareness cannot fathom, something we have no experience with, or our thoughts cannot comprehend. The strangest quirk in this perceptual black hole is that even once you have developed a new fluency in a discreet matter, expressing it to another in a way that expands their awareness becomes paramount, for if it lived only in one mind, it may not "matter". Now, let me see how these stories can yield new light into age old crevices, that brain fissures must mimic if we are to adapt to changing conditions. For myself, I prefer to surround myself with folks who believe, like I do that community, brotherhood and co-operation always will sustain, whereas exploitation and extraction will, in the end, amount to dissolution and estrangement.
In Scarry's lighthearted and loveable cartoons and accompanying text, it is revealed that every single thing we touch is brought to us through the hand of a greater community. How the milk, or eggs reach our table is part of each and every one of our path toward understanding our place in an eternal chain. Rather than the center of the universe, we are all whirring entities that exist within the ebb and flow of time. Whether or not we continue to exist depends on our ability to thrive, if we do not turn the corner on educating ourselves in what the best part we can play, in the music of the spheres, is up to us. We all have the right to turn our noses to the wind and step in a positive direction, or to blow like so many scattered leaves, Scarry shows us the essential nature of hundreds of tasks, each one helping, healing, always leaving more and better in their wake. cradle to grave there is no better story than that!
For the Want of A Nail is the multi-level following backward of a logical progression that begins from a great battle, which in the end is lost. Caused by a rider being held up, because his horse went lame, because the farrier shorted his shoe by a single nail, which was not made because the smith got up on the wrong side of the bed and didn't want to do his part. We have all been the smith, Scary, as well as the ancients have volumes to speak to overcoming drudgery by cultivating a positive attitude toward one's work, but in today's day and age, the complexities of media imposed "reality", sex still pays the bills. Power, control, domination. As "production units" or "human resources", our right includes the power to decide not to throw in with the forces that would have us buy into their "reality", honor true seekers by letting them know that their learning in turn enlightens them, you dear reader honor me by your hanging on, to the thread that connects us, the spirit of giving, of pilgrimage, into realms as yet unexplored.
Perhaps in our own way, we need to find a route to awareness of our integration that leaves our hearts carefree and confident that we are serving the good of all. Against all odds in this "mixed up tixed up world", at the end of the day, we need to know that faraway, beyond comprehension, others lives are made better because of the parts we all play. When this can be known, whatever life's challenges become no just bearable, but welcome friends along the journey to life's end. May you each be blessed with a route to happiness that includes you soul purpose, your destiny and may your dreams lead you to a full and complete joy, no, abandon, fettered by not a single doubt or recrimination. Unabashedly, I ask each being that resonates with any of what I said to commit to finding your truest expression, breaking any molds you may have made for yourself in the past. The time to grow is now. At this stage there are growing pains, psychic open fontanelles and vulnerabilities where once we had heavy armor. Trust me, once you let that burden go, many of life's daily drudgeries disappear. We no longer have an excuse to do the wrong thing, the writing is on the wall. The old ways of doing things that won't work, won't work, ever. They can't be tweaked of overcome by science fiction technology. Even if they do, there will be lowly people behind the scenes who help pull it off. We each have the power to be lowly in our own way, or great. No one is ever recognized for going with the flow, so keep your nose pointed to the wind and always realize that your actions create waves, across the Universe.
Let your actions reflect the lost chord, resonate with the eternal and have the timbre of the great drum of Peace, namaste'
Often, especially in light of ubiquitous media, "sources" for information, vast territory of the intellectual landscape is ignored. This results in what perceptually becomes non-existence. We can never realize something our awareness cannot fathom, something we have no experience with, or our thoughts cannot comprehend. The strangest quirk in this perceptual black hole is that even once you have developed a new fluency in a discreet matter, expressing it to another in a way that expands their awareness becomes paramount, for if it lived only in one mind, it may not "matter". Now, let me see how these stories can yield new light into age old crevices, that brain fissures must mimic if we are to adapt to changing conditions. For myself, I prefer to surround myself with folks who believe, like I do that community, brotherhood and co-operation always will sustain, whereas exploitation and extraction will, in the end, amount to dissolution and estrangement.
In Scarry's lighthearted and loveable cartoons and accompanying text, it is revealed that every single thing we touch is brought to us through the hand of a greater community. How the milk, or eggs reach our table is part of each and every one of our path toward understanding our place in an eternal chain. Rather than the center of the universe, we are all whirring entities that exist within the ebb and flow of time. Whether or not we continue to exist depends on our ability to thrive, if we do not turn the corner on educating ourselves in what the best part we can play, in the music of the spheres, is up to us. We all have the right to turn our noses to the wind and step in a positive direction, or to blow like so many scattered leaves, Scarry shows us the essential nature of hundreds of tasks, each one helping, healing, always leaving more and better in their wake. cradle to grave there is no better story than that!
For the Want of A Nail is the multi-level following backward of a logical progression that begins from a great battle, which in the end is lost. Caused by a rider being held up, because his horse went lame, because the farrier shorted his shoe by a single nail, which was not made because the smith got up on the wrong side of the bed and didn't want to do his part. We have all been the smith, Scary, as well as the ancients have volumes to speak to overcoming drudgery by cultivating a positive attitude toward one's work, but in today's day and age, the complexities of media imposed "reality", sex still pays the bills. Power, control, domination. As "production units" or "human resources", our right includes the power to decide not to throw in with the forces that would have us buy into their "reality", honor true seekers by letting them know that their learning in turn enlightens them, you dear reader honor me by your hanging on, to the thread that connects us, the spirit of giving, of pilgrimage, into realms as yet unexplored.
Perhaps in our own way, we need to find a route to awareness of our integration that leaves our hearts carefree and confident that we are serving the good of all. Against all odds in this "mixed up tixed up world", at the end of the day, we need to know that faraway, beyond comprehension, others lives are made better because of the parts we all play. When this can be known, whatever life's challenges become no just bearable, but welcome friends along the journey to life's end. May you each be blessed with a route to happiness that includes you soul purpose, your destiny and may your dreams lead you to a full and complete joy, no, abandon, fettered by not a single doubt or recrimination. Unabashedly, I ask each being that resonates with any of what I said to commit to finding your truest expression, breaking any molds you may have made for yourself in the past. The time to grow is now. At this stage there are growing pains, psychic open fontanelles and vulnerabilities where once we had heavy armor. Trust me, once you let that burden go, many of life's daily drudgeries disappear. We no longer have an excuse to do the wrong thing, the writing is on the wall. The old ways of doing things that won't work, won't work, ever. They can't be tweaked of overcome by science fiction technology. Even if they do, there will be lowly people behind the scenes who help pull it off. We each have the power to be lowly in our own way, or great. No one is ever recognized for going with the flow, so keep your nose pointed to the wind and always realize that your actions create waves, across the Universe.
GET GOING!
Let your actions reflect the lost chord, resonate with the eternal and have the timbre of the great drum of Peace, namaste'
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