Nothing Has Meaning

John Lennon hasn’t made me cry in freaking ages. Well, not John Lennon per se, but rather the lack thereof. Freaks me out how one can care about complete strangers so deeply, strangers afflicted with this bizarre phenomena aka fame. Then dies. Shot dead by a freak. So after reeling with pain and sorrow for years, not listening to any Lennon without choking up, time passes and as all things must pass, the pain goes away and Lennon becomes another human being with all the usual human characteristics and afflictions, I can listen again, dissect, criticize, enjoy, marvel, laugh and altogether remember why I love his work so much on top of the childhood awe and joy of wild abandon The Beatles held like magic. I age past him. I am older than he was at death. I stop crying. Until today. Whoa. Listened to Nobody Told Me and Nobody Sees Me Like You Do (Yoko Ono) and, dang if it didn’t happen again.

I’m crying.

Imagine this. Human beings feeling a part of the earth, aware of the earth, sensitive to our place in the earth ecosystem.

We are so completely out of touch with our biological roots that we seem to live “on” the earth, not with it, or within it.

I flashed on the scene of when little kids see a deer or some other animal and get so excited “look! a deer!” and are genuinely thrilled to see another resident of this earth, and are in awe and wonder of how they live. Even some adults do this.

So I got to thinking about what it would be like to see human beings this way, imagine them this way, wonder about them, feel like that about ourselves.

I many times ponder what animals do as they cruise their habitat, where they sleep, where they eat, how they live and mostly how they can never be disconnected from their earth, our earth. So I wondered that about me, and the rest of us.

We don’t see our homes as habitat, or automobiles as a metal box flying over the surface of the earth, or television as the most bizarre thing ever (staring at a box, grinning or crying like idiots, hell, I’m doing it now) and so on.

I’ll be in touch.

Uh. Yeah. One more thing, said Columbo.

One must actually take action. Take Action. Better than Just Do It don’t ya think? Nike locked that up so tight you can’t think of just do it without ‘em coming to mind. How about “do something”? Maybe.

Take Action, Get on With It

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You must write, share, sell, advertise. That is work. That isn’t being Off Every Day. That is however being in control and not punching a freaking time clock.

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As I read the Dalai Lama discussing physics and spirituality and their similarities quoting physicists he’d met with he described quantum mechanics and physics thus:

Nothing Really Exists Without the Apparatus that Defines It

What I say? See, NHM is really about quantum mechanics of philosophy. Seems obvious, but so many human beings live in fear of insignificance that they look for answers to questions that don’t exist. Reminds one of John Lennon’s “well I tell them there’s no problems, only solutions” a cheesy but somewhat similar concept, much better was “and nothing to get hung about” but that was from the Beatles days.

At any rate, Nothing Has Meaning Without Point of View

Yeah, well it is still January 1, 2008 here on the Pacific Coast in beautiful North Fork California located in corrupt Madera County.

Just writing to tell that this year will mark a completely dull and listless reality, depending on your point of view.

Took up some interesting reading by the Dalai Lama. For a religious type he seems to be very philosophical and certainly open to empirical evidence, in fact requires it, to determine the nature of reality, seeking, my favorite subject, truth.

Let’s talk about truth some more this year. Really, let’s talk about everything over and over again this year, maybe by the 120th version the knife will cut.