another bob
7th December 2011, 21:00
Rock Medicine is not a cure for the imaginary ailment that keeps the preachers in business.
Because it is freely available to all, it is ordinary -- nothing special.
Since its value cannot be known, it is priceless.
It is neither a method nor remedy. It's not what you're thinking.
It nourishes neither hope nor despair, seeks no success, avoids no failure.
Nothing succeeds like failure -- it's Rock Medicine, with absolutely nothing to recommend it.
It is truly of no use - the ultimate medicine of last resort.
A treatment of Rock Medicine accomplishes nothing, incites
no transformation, stirs no secret power, confers no exultation.
It has no grand master, nor initiated practitioners, nor evangelizing devotees, nor gospel of supreme insight couched between competing warning labels.
It will never be transmitted from one to another – it has no other.
It's Rock Medicine, and like all unreasonable happiness, it's meant to be shared.
Confounding to the me-seeking/me-making mind of desire and disdain, it's dressed for that near occasion when liking and disliking will no longer apply.
With no image to preserve or identity to defend, it will never become famous, nor can anything be added to it or subtracted from it in order to render it more or less of what it has never even been in the first place.
It has no place or position, and neither improves nor degrades with age.
Preceding history, it has no precedent. Ever new, it's immediately forgotten after the fact. Spontaneously!
Since it can neither be learned nor forgotten, it is without any quality worthy of praise or complaint -- a lesson in itself!
Beyond compare, it cannot be apprehended by simile or metaphor -- no poetry describes Rock Medicine, nor can any words wrap sentences around it.
Unnoticed in the midst of activity, it will quietly do its job.
One application as specified will work wonders, but only if it's not used.
Impartial to both saint and sinner, wise and foolish, it functions impeccably,
leaving no trace behind.
Blessings!
Because it is freely available to all, it is ordinary -- nothing special.
Since its value cannot be known, it is priceless.
It is neither a method nor remedy. It's not what you're thinking.
It nourishes neither hope nor despair, seeks no success, avoids no failure.
Nothing succeeds like failure -- it's Rock Medicine, with absolutely nothing to recommend it.
It is truly of no use - the ultimate medicine of last resort.
A treatment of Rock Medicine accomplishes nothing, incites
no transformation, stirs no secret power, confers no exultation.
It has no grand master, nor initiated practitioners, nor evangelizing devotees, nor gospel of supreme insight couched between competing warning labels.
It will never be transmitted from one to another – it has no other.
It's Rock Medicine, and like all unreasonable happiness, it's meant to be shared.
Confounding to the me-seeking/me-making mind of desire and disdain, it's dressed for that near occasion when liking and disliking will no longer apply.
With no image to preserve or identity to defend, it will never become famous, nor can anything be added to it or subtracted from it in order to render it more or less of what it has never even been in the first place.
It has no place or position, and neither improves nor degrades with age.
Preceding history, it has no precedent. Ever new, it's immediately forgotten after the fact. Spontaneously!
Since it can neither be learned nor forgotten, it is without any quality worthy of praise or complaint -- a lesson in itself!
Beyond compare, it cannot be apprehended by simile or metaphor -- no poetry describes Rock Medicine, nor can any words wrap sentences around it.
Unnoticed in the midst of activity, it will quietly do its job.
One application as specified will work wonders, but only if it's not used.
Impartial to both saint and sinner, wise and foolish, it functions impeccably,
leaving no trace behind.
Blessings!