A Pause in the Rushing Toward the Blinding Light

A Few Rushed Thoughts (using primate ways of thinking)
A Monkey, Impersonating a Homo Sapien, Looks Back on His Birth

That got me to thinking—first off,

--just how dumb Americans are

--and you’re thinking, how the hell did you jump from thinking like a monkey to how dumb Americans are?

--how Americans and most humans think backwards toward the womb—that that was really paradise, the heaven we imagine is there but is not

--how Americans think upwardly always as if afraid of “slipping backwards”—like talking about life as if we are all climbing a hill—“It’s an uphill climb…”

--thinking backwards is bad for our health—think about that

The amazing thing is how we are created—from just sperm piercing an egg—like a key it unlocks the whole process—a cell, then it divides, then from the blah-blah—and soon a fetus is floating in the amniotic fluid, the blue fluid, like the ocean is blue—and as fetuses we are floating in this water until we are gushed out at birth and we start functioning as human beings…

--we come out crying usually; isn’t that interesting? It was to early studiers of human habits and foibles. That first-breath crying clued those old early psychiatrists into thinking about the traumatic—how minds (computers) handle this first-mental decision, the show of fear and the cry for help with that fear from that instinct that has genetically caused this newborn immediately to cry for help upon conception’s traumatic slide down a shute and shot BAM out into a flashing blinding light

--and then like being caught in the jaws of a predator as the catcher, the doctor or whomever grabs this newcomer to the world

—you know, some minds start the system working just fine while others start up and find a lot of glitches and errors, bad configurations in their operating systems—this is where our health starts…

--even supposedly smart Americans are dumb!

--so after we’re born we start striving upward like scared cats—talking about “moving on up”—looking upward for some imaginary salvation on high

--striving meanly for the highest floors

--the highest steeples

--the highest cathedrals of industry

--the oligarchical skyscrapers

--salvation from what? Is the trauma of being born of such force it scares the hell out of us for the rest of our lives?

--perhaps it’s in our instincts (our program) to stay cautious

--so we still think like primate human beings

Stick Around and…

--soon everything we thought was written in stone crumbles into sand and then dissolves back into the ocean

That’s thinking beyond the “supposed” reality, which, of course, is not reality at all—reality remains a constant unknown. What we call reality is simply what is “at the moment.”

No, please, don’t start crying.

harrysimian
for The Daily Growler