Schrodinger's King
The great indescribable heaviness of illness is less now, although I am very tired, etc. But, now I am at least able to think and feel and remember more normally. So, I am better able to think about the main event of the day. But, I'm not posting about that, just around it.
There is supposedly an alien, interviewed by some intelligence agency, supposedly, who, among other things, described what we call, "death." (I posted this video somewhere). He or she said that death is not really death. Death is actually just was separates - i.e. defines - what we call life. Individual lifespans. (I found this take so on-the-mark that this added to the column that the alien could have been real). Sadly, about 8 billion people still think of death the other way.
But, really, death is the potentiality soup from which life pops its ugly head like a dumpling underdone.
The old Egyptian parable goes: A baby walks on four legs, a man on two, and an old man on three. But how many legs walk over the entire lifespan? All of them, and none of them. In a full lifespan, there is as much potentiality as there is in death: A big box of both living a dead cats.
So, expand this metaphor to include everything one person ever does, or did, or thought, or solved, or made - over an entire lifespan. Well, if these were all manifest at once, how powerful that person would appear to Earthlings - like unto a god! The miracle in potential.
Every skill, every solution, every answer, ever brilliant idea, every rude awakening, every surprise, every dream, and invention - all sleeping together in the potentiality we refer to as, "death." Which is just magical time, defining life.
So, now that this is where King is, I feel I can call upon him now, to help me more than he ever could at any one moment in his life, now when I need him the most. To be my guard dog, my spirit animal, my companion, my leader, my defender, my saviour.
Both my last two dogs came back and visitted me after they died, of course, with great discretion. Wouldn't want to defy the laws of the universe. So, why not King? Now that I need him most?
All I did was take him on, at the request of a frazzled owner, and ended up with him for over a decade. But - I did for him all I could do. I really, really did. And he knew it. And he knows it.
Today, at noon, came the loudest crack of thunder I have ever heard. Only one thunder, all day, and it was like right out front. You've got to learn to see these things. They're not impossible. They happen all the time. It's how the universe is put together - meaning being the teeth of every puzzle-piece.
While we waited outside, at the vet - as we were early - a woman with a white dog showed up, (King is black). And the two dogs had a fun time frolicking together. A happy last moment. What was King's new girlfriend's name?
Queenie.
Watch me pull a rabbit out of my hat.
Yeah, so, I have lots more for yas. I'm just saying the part about King is still around. He's just not constantly tripping me up in the kitchen anymore. Something I already miss, badly. Goodnight.
There is supposedly an alien, interviewed by some intelligence agency, supposedly, who, among other things, described what we call, "death." (I posted this video somewhere). He or she said that death is not really death. Death is actually just was separates - i.e. defines - what we call life. Individual lifespans. (I found this take so on-the-mark that this added to the column that the alien could have been real). Sadly, about 8 billion people still think of death the other way.
But, really, death is the potentiality soup from which life pops its ugly head like a dumpling underdone.
The old Egyptian parable goes: A baby walks on four legs, a man on two, and an old man on three. But how many legs walk over the entire lifespan? All of them, and none of them. In a full lifespan, there is as much potentiality as there is in death: A big box of both living a dead cats.
So, expand this metaphor to include everything one person ever does, or did, or thought, or solved, or made - over an entire lifespan. Well, if these were all manifest at once, how powerful that person would appear to Earthlings - like unto a god! The miracle in potential.
Every skill, every solution, every answer, ever brilliant idea, every rude awakening, every surprise, every dream, and invention - all sleeping together in the potentiality we refer to as, "death." Which is just magical time, defining life.
So, now that this is where King is, I feel I can call upon him now, to help me more than he ever could at any one moment in his life, now when I need him the most. To be my guard dog, my spirit animal, my companion, my leader, my defender, my saviour.
Both my last two dogs came back and visitted me after they died, of course, with great discretion. Wouldn't want to defy the laws of the universe. So, why not King? Now that I need him most?
All I did was take him on, at the request of a frazzled owner, and ended up with him for over a decade. But - I did for him all I could do. I really, really did. And he knew it. And he knows it.
Today, at noon, came the loudest crack of thunder I have ever heard. Only one thunder, all day, and it was like right out front. You've got to learn to see these things. They're not impossible. They happen all the time. It's how the universe is put together - meaning being the teeth of every puzzle-piece.
While we waited outside, at the vet - as we were early - a woman with a white dog showed up, (King is black). And the two dogs had a fun time frolicking together. A happy last moment. What was King's new girlfriend's name?
Queenie.
Watch me pull a rabbit out of my hat.
Yeah, so, I have lots more for yas. I'm just saying the part about King is still around. He's just not constantly tripping me up in the kitchen anymore. Something I already miss, badly. Goodnight.