asteram
01-04-2009, 01:03 AM
Hey All- This is a comment that I left today on Les Visible's blog Visible Origami. I'm reposting it here because it is relevant to a lot of the fear I'm seeing and hearing on the internet, including here. It's also relevant to the Handbook for the New Paradigm. Before you read my comment, you might want to read the original piece I'm responding to. You won't regret it, Les is a great writer
Scuba Diving in the Emerald Waters of the Mind (http://lesvisible.blogspot.com/2009/01/scuba-diving-in-emerald-waters-of-mind.html)
m_astera's Comment:
I read Les's essay yesterday and thought it rather dark. Thought about it a lot (whatever a lot is). Came back today and found it not so dark, even on one hour of sleep and way too much caffeine.
Made me laugh twice this time. This is the lunatic asylum world, or perhaps just Voltaire's "God playing to an audience afraid to laugh".
Loved the "can't call an ambulance when you're already in the hospital" line. It's not fair, is it?
This play has been going on for far too long with a lame script under really lousy direction. Time for a new director, or group of directors with some fresh ideas. The props and the stage can stay, but the bad actors have to go sit in the audience for a while. A long while. They can do whatever they like there, we don't care, just no catcalls or throwing things at the stage. Whatever the D-grade dregs choose to do they can only do it to each other.
The Kali yuga. How long is that supposed to last? This actor turned director says till about now is long enough. Get the hook already. How many times have I said that the worst thing about evil is that it is boring? I'm really, really getting bored and ADHD types like me tend to act up in class. Ritalin isn't going to help. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school.
The part about the door opening and those actors who see it can drop their costumes and leave for a better world intrigues me for a couple of reasons. Hasn't that option been more or less held valid throughout history? At least as a theoretical option: escape to heaven or nirvana or valhalla.
Here's the problem I have with that option: I don't wanna go. I like it here. A lot. I love this theater and stage. Can I go scuba diving in heaven? Do they have NY pizza there? Or Guinness stout? Good skiing? Hi-speed internet? Can one grow roses and green beans? How about huge stone libraries full of heavy old musty books? Old pickup trucks to drive across the hot prairies at 120 mph? Drums and bonfires? Wooden boxes of paint and brushes? Chisels and mallets and timber? Needles and thread and bright new calico? Deep orange canyons with hawks floating in the azure sky? Hammers ringing on glowing steel? Thorny thickets of ripe blackberries warm from the sun? Babies laughing? Pretty girls in bikinis on the beach? Grand pianos? Rosewood guitars with fresh brass strings? Ice storms that turn the trees to diamond sculptures? Snapping turtles sliding from hot rocks into summer creeks? Rolling thunder? The smell of crisp cotton under a hot iron? Fresh shrimp with cream cheese and picante sauce? Deep cold drifted snow that kicks up powder? Soft sea waves on moonlit beaches?
See, I dunno if heaven or some better world has all of these things, but I look on all of them and find them very good. Can't say that I'm done with them just because a bunch of no-talent creeps have taken over the stage with yelling and lying and stealing and violence. I'd rather like to be left here to enjoy them with other, better actors who have a little talent and taste. Is that asking too much? I don't think so, thank you very much.
I've been convinced for a long time that theres a big shift or change coming; for my whole life I've felt it and prepared for it in all ways possible. And there's a lot of talk about giant tsunamis and comet strikes and massive earthquakes and volcanoes and atomic bombs. None of those are on the list above. I love the vast blue-green paradise garden this little body lives on and don't want any harm to come to her. At all. If anyone could make it through those things, I'd have a good chance to. But is any of that needed? Not at all. Those are the kind of twisted fantasies the very creeps I'm referring to like, not me.
I don't want to ascend, I want these other execrable clowns off the stage, permanently. Then we take up where we left off and all show each other just how well we can strut the planks in a real play.
Scuba Diving in the Emerald Waters of the Mind (http://lesvisible.blogspot.com/2009/01/scuba-diving-in-emerald-waters-of-mind.html)
m_astera's Comment:
I read Les's essay yesterday and thought it rather dark. Thought about it a lot (whatever a lot is). Came back today and found it not so dark, even on one hour of sleep and way too much caffeine.
Made me laugh twice this time. This is the lunatic asylum world, or perhaps just Voltaire's "God playing to an audience afraid to laugh".
Loved the "can't call an ambulance when you're already in the hospital" line. It's not fair, is it?
This play has been going on for far too long with a lame script under really lousy direction. Time for a new director, or group of directors with some fresh ideas. The props and the stage can stay, but the bad actors have to go sit in the audience for a while. A long while. They can do whatever they like there, we don't care, just no catcalls or throwing things at the stage. Whatever the D-grade dregs choose to do they can only do it to each other.
The Kali yuga. How long is that supposed to last? This actor turned director says till about now is long enough. Get the hook already. How many times have I said that the worst thing about evil is that it is boring? I'm really, really getting bored and ADHD types like me tend to act up in class. Ritalin isn't going to help. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school.
The part about the door opening and those actors who see it can drop their costumes and leave for a better world intrigues me for a couple of reasons. Hasn't that option been more or less held valid throughout history? At least as a theoretical option: escape to heaven or nirvana or valhalla.
Here's the problem I have with that option: I don't wanna go. I like it here. A lot. I love this theater and stage. Can I go scuba diving in heaven? Do they have NY pizza there? Or Guinness stout? Good skiing? Hi-speed internet? Can one grow roses and green beans? How about huge stone libraries full of heavy old musty books? Old pickup trucks to drive across the hot prairies at 120 mph? Drums and bonfires? Wooden boxes of paint and brushes? Chisels and mallets and timber? Needles and thread and bright new calico? Deep orange canyons with hawks floating in the azure sky? Hammers ringing on glowing steel? Thorny thickets of ripe blackberries warm from the sun? Babies laughing? Pretty girls in bikinis on the beach? Grand pianos? Rosewood guitars with fresh brass strings? Ice storms that turn the trees to diamond sculptures? Snapping turtles sliding from hot rocks into summer creeks? Rolling thunder? The smell of crisp cotton under a hot iron? Fresh shrimp with cream cheese and picante sauce? Deep cold drifted snow that kicks up powder? Soft sea waves on moonlit beaches?
See, I dunno if heaven or some better world has all of these things, but I look on all of them and find them very good. Can't say that I'm done with them just because a bunch of no-talent creeps have taken over the stage with yelling and lying and stealing and violence. I'd rather like to be left here to enjoy them with other, better actors who have a little talent and taste. Is that asking too much? I don't think so, thank you very much.
I've been convinced for a long time that theres a big shift or change coming; for my whole life I've felt it and prepared for it in all ways possible. And there's a lot of talk about giant tsunamis and comet strikes and massive earthquakes and volcanoes and atomic bombs. None of those are on the list above. I love the vast blue-green paradise garden this little body lives on and don't want any harm to come to her. At all. If anyone could make it through those things, I'd have a good chance to. But is any of that needed? Not at all. Those are the kind of twisted fantasies the very creeps I'm referring to like, not me.
I don't want to ascend, I want these other execrable clowns off the stage, permanently. Then we take up where we left off and all show each other just how well we can strut the planks in a real play.