Gotta love the hopeful ones and all their catchy phrases and soulful slogans that make us all warm and fuzzy inside. They keep us from wasting time between birth and death. They keep providing purpose to live as if it were a "to-do" list. Just follow the instructions.Too bad it's ALL bullshit.
There is nothing here, because there was never anything there, particularly when you shake off all the pithy slogans and really look. The past holds nothing of value for the future and this makes the future as empty as the past...it’s null… nada… nil….nothing.
Oh wait…was there something you were looking for?
There's NO reason for "hope" because there's NO purpose to your existence and therefore nothing to hope for...there's NO reason for your being and you have NO friggin’ function.
Sorry...but you are pointless (always running around hither-dither seeking a point, Ha!)
Yet because this causes such a deep sense of suffering...you demand a script. You want to MEAN something and the world has the scripts to make that happen. You demand to know “The Secret” to increase your importance, something profound to define your 'self' by and feel all 'special.'
You want to BE somebody, dammit!
Does your favorite guru have a script you can use to feel purposeful? Sure go ahead and play that out. How about Eckhart Tolle? Or maybe "Integral Theory" and Adi Da or why not Ken Wilber's script? Or Nisargadatta or maybe Longchenpa, Wei Wu Wei or Lao Tzu, Ramana Maharshi, Yogananda…. or maybe the Dalai Lama? What about Osho? He’s still got a great gig goin' on. Or maybe Wayne Dyer or Deepak Chopra, or Byron Katie or maybe just some anonymous Zen Guy's script? How about non-dualism? (man those cat’s can swing the conceptual shit, no foolin’!).
Wow, so many profound scripts to choose from! In fact, to hell with all those lightweights, lets go with the Buddhist script or how about Christ and the scripts somebody wrote for him?
And ahhhhhhh...once you got a firm grip on your script, and “know” your new purpose, for a while you feel grand… all snug up in your comfy beliefs. Now you got MEANING, Yo!!
Now you can engage in your mind-numbing, mundane existence with that old time spiritual “joy", because you've found “The Way” to “The Truth.” Oh sure, you don’t have “The Truth” yet…and you’re still breathlessly following “The Way,” but just wait. This time you “know” it’s a sure thing.
Unfortunately, one day you will discover the truth that...
… it's all bullshit...
Maybe....when you give up all your grand plans and high ideals and all your profound meanings, maps, functions, paths and goals...when you finally kiss goodbye your space cadet "spirituality" and all your practices, methods, approaches, skills, techniques, strategies, and ideologies...maybe one day...
... you'll finally get it.
and until then, all you got is bullshit (to resonate with and call your own)
(but don’t ask me what “it” is, all I know is bullshit)
Artwork by Maya Kulenovic - “Untitled”
well...
ReplyDeletein the meantime, until i thoroughly "get it", bullshit makes pretty good fertilizer - especially when composted ...
there can be some enrichment - some good will, some intentions, some generosity... a sense of community.
and some wonderment - being open to surprise - that something new (to me) could arise ... a little bit of something somebody may call magic.
seeds of choices (yeah - scripted conditioned choices) - fertilized by the shit of what i resonate with.
a full life, with many relationships of all sorts explored, and a death with few regrets.
I am definitely a bullshit resonator. Don't know if it's on purpose (if there is such a thing as "on purpose") but I do know that I enjoy it. As a matter of fact, just this morning I awoke at 4AM and opened Fingers Pointing Towards The Moon while my brain tried to decide if I wanted to go to work. I found fragrant piles of bullshit interspersed among Wei Wu Wei's sophisticated prose. And where, oh where, IS that bull hiding?
ReplyDeleteI ain't goin' to work. I get paid anyway, so why bother? Too many bullshit things I need to do.
Christine,
ReplyDelete"in the meantime, until i thoroughly "get it", bullshit makes pretty good fertilizer - especially when composted ..."
Yep, that's called a "Turd Blossom"
mikeS
Well, what's wrong with bullshit, anyway?
ReplyDeleteHey.....isn't that what Hell is rumored to be? Always striving, never knowing, suffering, repetition, lamenting, some dark angel always sneering over one's shoulder reminding one ever of inevitability? I still wait for something to convince me it isn't Purgatory, and all along it may have been the big H itself. Oy, Mike. Kind of worrisome.
ReplyDeleteBut still, I do like to sit on the back lawn on a balsam Summer's evening and just let the gloaming aires sort of sink into an empty head and for a single moment, the "penalty of Adam" doesn't seem to matter. And that is ok, too.
I used to resent Death's line of demarcation on life, its' wretched decay and separation into the depth of silences, but then its just part of whatever it is...nothing or something. I am not convinced that one can say unequivocally that there is no meaning any more than insist there is. I think a lot of it has to do with how one wants to paint the answer to the question one asks. So, the question is never really sincere, because one hopes for the answer one likes...or at least the one relented to. I find that anything that can be shredded is most likely the B as in B and the S as in S or at least ought to be reconsidered. People like to be sheep and always look for a shepherd. It's a womb thing, I'm quite convinced. Those that don't, well, they don't. There seems to be a consequence either way.
I am learning more and more to simply glide. It's not easy, though. Maybe it's just the best that can be achieved to try and not take it all in...the bullshit, I mean.
Blessings Mike,
Nahnni
No One,
ReplyDeleteThanks!
Hey wait a minute... did you just agree that my blog is bullshit!
: )
mikeS
Nahnni,
ReplyDelete"I am learning more and more to simply glide. It's not easy, though. Maybe it's just the best that can be achieved to try and not take it all in...the bullshit, I mean."
Yes, I suppose the best we can do is not to take the bullshit seriously.
Just think how different the world might be perceived...
...if we all believed death was bullshit and not to be taken seriously.
Ha! imagine that...
mikeS
I suppose the only way not to take death somewhat seriously, is not to feel attachment to anything, even another human being in the sense that if one is not attached (in all the ways we attach to another...companionable, love, bond, et al)one does not mourn loss. Even given we mourn our own loss and must face our own fear, it is still a loss of another we have cared for. My GrandMother used to say that the intensity of grief was for the young, because Spring can never imagine its Autumn and once you've reached Autumn, you've already seen the dying of the leaves. Perhaps there is some truth in this. Perhaps one just comes to a point where it just doesn't matter as intensely anymore.
ReplyDeleteOy~
Blessings~
Nahnni,
ReplyDelete"I suppose the only way not to take death somewhat seriously, is not to feel attachment to anything, even another human being in the sense that if one is not attached (in all the ways we attach to another...companionable, love, bond, et al)one does not mourn loss"
Unless...maybe... there is a non-egocentric attachment that reframes death as not a loss to itself.
"My GrandMother used to say that the intensity of grief was for the young, because Spring can never imagine its Autumn and once you've reached Autumn, you've already seen the dying of the leaves."
Hmmm...that's pretty powerful. A desensitizing Acceptance maybe?
Thanks!
mikeS
Since it is just our own bullshit, is there a way we can make the bullshit work for us in teaching us the truth?
ReplyDelete"Since it is just our own bullshit, is there a way we can make the bullshit work for us in teaching us the truth?"
ReplyDeleteNo...simply because it's all bullshit. Just realize that and let the truth fill the void.