Be suspicious of any and all who claim to know The Truth whether they are talking about the Resurrection or alien abduction or how best to grow a tomato or karma or anything having to do with achieving-inner-peace-and-tranquility whether through medication, meditation or avoiding constipation.
Examine the evidence carefully because for some reason, some people just want you to believe whatever it is they cling to. The more the merrier on the life-raft!
Meanwhile, sharks circle looking for the tenderest toes and none of us, not one, is going to avoid the end.
I don't think so.
Blood smells like iron and salt. Rain smells like the way Willie Nelson sings. The ocean smells like our first memory and fear smells like something a dog can use against you. I hear that Willie Nelson's joint-roller uses a Frisbee to roll one fat one after another for his boss. I wonder who the first person to use a Frisbee to roll a joint on was.
I remember watching a friend of mine roll a joint once. She wasn't using a Frisbee but was just using the kitchen table. She put all of her attention on that task. The paper just so, the pot crumbled and soft, just right, laid out there on the paper. She rolled it up, licked it, lit it. I wonder why that memory stays with me. Maybe because it was an act of such utter concentration. I probably learned more from watching her roll that joint than I did in many semesters' worth of lectures in a classroom.
I didn't mean to talk about pot. One thing will lead to another.
I think people get stuck on one thing and therein is a problem. Maybe not THE problem, but certainly a problem.
Life is not all about one thing and no one thing can explain it all although scientists are working on finding one thing that will explain it all and when they do, I'll eat my words. Meanwhile, I find particles of truth in almost everything and so it all continues to be interesting and I study the chickens and I study the rain and I study the words that come from other people's minds and I study the way the resurrection fern lays across the oak branch and the way all life came from the sea which is why the ocean smells like our first memory.
Here's one thing I know: anything they advertise on the television is NOT SOMETHING YOU NEED.
When was the last time you saw a TV commercial for love? I am not talking about Christian Mingle dot com here, either. If your god needs a web site to help you find the love he wants you to find, there might be a problem.
Or maybe not.
Look- I don't know The Truth. I don't have The Answer. I sure don't believe in The Secret.
I probably don't even ask the right questions. But I keep asking them anyway.
Here's another thing I think I believe- if a religion requires you to constantly pray to your god for faith, meaning, you need divine help in believing what your mind (your own good mind) tells you might possibly be bullshit, then that, too, might be a problem.
Okay. That's enough. It's one of those days where I WISH there were more answers but since there aren't, I'm just going to keep on moving and try to knit up the tangled edges of what I know I can do something about. Some days, that's all you can do. Even as the great fish swim in the ocean, closer to the source of it all than I will ever be, even as particles do things I cannot comprehend, even as the universe continues to expand and contract as if it were a being breathing, even as Willie Nelson brushes his long gray hair and straps on his guitar and sings about blue eyes crying in the rain, even as this day continues what it started a very long time ago, I will do the tiny things I can to keep my mind from flying so far away that I cannot find it among the stars and I will keep my feet firmly planted on this illusion of stillness.