Fairy Tales for the Fatherless

A look at existence.
By Danny Musengo
I just returned from a trip to the middle of America
Where I was born and raised …
To visit my mother
Who was born and raised in the middle of America, too.
My colorful old mother
Who now wakes at 4am 
And insists that I do the same 
To walk her German Shepard, Dakota
Who stands very proudly on her very last leg
She insists
We pick  wild flowers and get apple fritters
Before returning home
To sit on the deck of her smarty appropriated condo
In a planned community 
Within a planned city 
On the outskirts of another city that I can’t really tell you the name of
She insists that we listen to Elvis and talk shit about the neighbors and
Watch very careful as the world goes around one time more
Maybe, even, for the very last time.
So this is important
And so I oblige…
And I watch as…
At the first sliver of cobalt sky
The People
 With their coffee and their cigarettes and their  apple fritters and their Nissan Frontiers 
Meet the new day with hope and apprehension 
Loading up their hatchbacks 
With their sleepy-eyed children
Carting them off to very decent school districts
Where they will or won’t excel 
But will return every day until they fulfill their obligation
In hopes of acceptance into a college of their means 
Where they will study for a career that will have sturdy bones
And a big bright future 
Upon completion of their four year contract..
They’ll again beg acceptance 
This time in a chair in front of a desk in front of a mid- level manager
Inside of a nondescript office building inside of an office park
Outside of a city I can’t tell you the name of
For an entry level position in an undefinable job
Once the paycheck is secured and course is set
They will finally be able to begin their search 
Through bar after bar after bar
Singing karaoke and making out with waitresses and
Taking shots of Jagermeister and  taking off their suit coats to lose fights in back alleys
All In hopes of one day finding a girl of their means
Not too pretty to cause worry… but with a practical haircut and congruent life goals
That special other half
Who will save them from the trouble
Of the witty conversation and the tight clothing and hair gel and
The pregnancy scares
And the drunk driving 
That has plagued their early adulthood 
And worried their poor parents 
And threatened to uproot all the planning and hard work 
That went in to their perfectly passable
Perfectly presentable 
Mid- level life.
They can now sit contented 
Watching one of their 600 channels of television
Ordering their favorite foods on line
Weekend by weekend
Building a aluminum sided nest 
For a family of their own
And when the baby starts crowning…
It’s bound to startle them 
As it did their parents…
They will realize they need a plan
And a schedule 
And a savings account 
Which they will annually dole out to much wiser and richer men in far away lands 
Who will hopefully invest wisely 
So as they grow older
And their children grow older 
They will be able to work less and buy more
Comfortable sneakers and 70 inch televisions 
And maybe someday a boat or convertible car from the year they graduated high school
They will win or lose on many fronts
Their children will excel or they will not
The office in the office building in the office park will get bigger or stay the same
Or close it’s doors completely
The children will continue to get older until they are old enough
Maybe they will collect a pension… or maybe they will not
Maybe even receive a monthly check from a bankrupted state
Maybe they will do well enough to play golf, or fish 
Maybe they will do well enough that their children will look back fondly
And they will visit them in Tampa or Scottsdale or Scarsdale
Or..
Maybe they will not
One thing is for sure…
It will all wind down
Let’s hope and pray that it happens with grace
On a bed next to a window surrounded by their monuments
Their flowers and helium balloons and family members and old co- workers
Lord, let them lay peacefully  on their bed next to their window with their triad of emotions…
Their pride and regret and their hope
For they have treated everyone at least as good as they had been treated
Tried to raise good children
Voted in every election
Attended the church of their ancestors 
Towed the line to the best of their means
Through challenge and triumph
And so rightly and naturally
Theirs’ should be 
And will be 
 The kingdom of heaven
Or…
Maybe not.
Maybe this life of theirs went on unwatched…
Each question free from the burden of a right and wrong 
This prison of expectation and resistance …
Simply a prism of perspective existence
Maybe this aluminum sided nest you’ve so carefully tended to will never be laid in
Maybe it was all just a cinder from an exploding star
Fractional but brilliant
Wild and meandering…
Burning an orange and yellow streak against a cold black sky
Here for just a moment
Then simply floating away.
With no one to look back and wonder
What they might have done differently
If they had it all again.

I just returned from a trip to the middle of America

Where I was born and raised …

To visit my mother

Who was born and raised in the middle of America, too.

My colorful old mother

Who now wakes at 4am 

And insists that I do the same 

To walk her German Shepard, Dakota

Who stands very proudly on her very last leg

She insists

We pick  wild flowers and get apple fritters

Before returning home

To sit on the deck of her smarty appropriated condo

In a planned community 

Within a planned city 

On the outskirts of another city that I can’t really tell you the name of

She insists that we listen to Elvis and talk shit about the neighbors and

Watch very careful as the world goes around one time more

Maybe, even, for the very last time.

So this is important

And so I oblige…

And I watch as…

At the first sliver of cobalt sky

The People

 With their coffee and their cigarettes and their  apple fritters and their Nissan Frontiers 

Meet the new day with hope and apprehension 

Loading up their hatchbacks 

With their sleepy-eyed children

Carting them off to very decent school districts

Where they will or won’t excel 

But will return every day until they fulfill their obligation

In hopes of acceptance into a college of their means 

Where they will study for a career that will have sturdy bones

And a big bright future 

Upon completion of their four year contract..

They’ll again beg acceptance 

This time in a chair in front of a desk in front of a mid- level manager

Inside of a nondescript office building inside of an office park

Outside of a city I can’t tell you the name of

For an entry level position in an undefinable job

Once the paycheck is secured and course is set

They will finally be able to begin their search 

Through bar after bar after bar

Singing karaoke and making out with waitresses and

Taking shots of Jagermeister and  taking off their suit coats to lose fights in back alleys

All In hopes of one day finding a girl of their means

Not too pretty to cause worry… but with a practical haircut and congruent life goals

That special other half

Who will save them from the trouble

Of the witty conversation and the tight clothing and hair gel and

The pregnancy scares

And the drunk driving 

That has plagued their early adulthood 

And worried their poor parents 

And threatened to uproot all the planning and hard work 

That went in to their perfectly passable

Perfectly presentable 

Mid- level life.

They can now sit contented 

Watching one of their 600 channels of television

Ordering their favorite foods on line

Weekend by weekend

Building a aluminum sided nest 

For a family of their own

And when the baby starts crowning…

It’s bound to startle them 

As it did their parents…

They will realize they need a plan

And a schedule 

And a savings account 

Which they will annually dole out to much wiser and richer men in far away lands 

Who will hopefully invest wisely 

So as they grow older

And their children grow older 

They will be able to work less and buy more

Comfortable sneakers and 70 inch televisions 

And maybe someday a boat or convertible car from the year they graduated high school

They will win or lose on many fronts

Their children will excel or they will not

The office in the office building in the office park will get bigger or stay the same

Or close it’s doors completely

The children will continue to get older until they are old enough

Maybe they will collect a pension… or maybe they will not

Maybe even receive a monthly check from a bankrupted state

Maybe they will do well enough to play golf, or fish 

Maybe they will do well enough that their children will look back fondly

And they will visit them in Tampa or Scottsdale or Scarsdale

Or..

Maybe they will not

One thing is for sure…

It will all wind down

Let’s hope and pray that it happens with grace

On a bed next to a window surrounded by their monuments

Their flowers and helium balloons and family members and old co- workers

Lord, let them lay peacefully  on their bed next to their window with their triad of emotions…

Their pride and regret and their hope

For they have treated everyone at least as good as they had been treated

Tried to raise good children

Voted in every election

Attended the church of their ancestors 

Towed the line to the best of their means

Through challenge and triumph

And so rightly and naturally

Theirs’ should be 

And will be 

 The kingdom of heaven

Or…

Maybe not.

Maybe this life of theirs went on unwatched…

Each question free from the burden of a right and wrong 

This prison of expectation and resistance …

Simply a prism of perspective existence

Maybe this aluminum sided nest you’ve so carefully tended to will never be laid in

Maybe it was all just a cinder from an exploding star

Fractional but brilliant

Wild and meandering…

Burning an orange and yellow streak against a cold black sky

Here for just a moment

Then simply floating away.

With no one to look back and wonder

What they might have done differently

If they had it all again.

When I was a child my friend’s father said something that still sticks with me to this day…
"Son, If a woman loves you..
You can shit in her sink
And she will treat you like a king.
But If she does not love you…
You can treat her like a queen
And she will shit in your sink.”
I don’t know if that’s an actual saying… or if he was just drunk
But as I’ve gotten older— and more and more shit has accumulated in my sink
I’m sure it was brilliant.
Love is a state of grace…
And very rarely can it be influenced by action
In fact… pursuit… more often than not… has the opposite effect.
Chalk it up to the basic principle of predator and prey
For example…
Most of the animal kingdom could beat the piss out of me…
Yet… if I go in pursuit of most animals….
By instinct
They will run in the opposite direction.
Unfortunately for most of us… same with humans.  
So in a world in which I truly believe that we hold actuality in our hands…
That we NEED to create what we want to exist…
What are we to do?
I think the answer is in another basic principle…
Gravity.
Einstein told us that large energy bodies actually bend the properties of time and space…
And like a drain … 
Objects of smaller mass will simply fall into that “dent”
I think the same principle works in our daily, human, emotional pursuits…
Never chase… it never works.
Instead…
Increase your energy center 
I know that’s vague and undefinable… but I think we all know what that means…
Meditate, learn something, work out, walk with good posture, smile, make some money…
Be Kind.
Turn off your TV.
I can all but  guarantee that things will naturally fall into your “orbit”
I CANNOT guarantee that you will still desire those things you were pursuing in the first place
In fact…with any luck
You’ll realize you never needed to “pursue” anything at all
Everything you ever needed…
Was inside of you all along.
And even further…
When you’re in your best state…
In your densest energy mass..
Maybe you can look back at that woman who took a shit in your sink…
And be grateful.
After all…she finally gave you a reason
To clean your own shit up.

When I was a child my friend’s father said something that still sticks with me to this day…

"Son, If a woman loves you..

You can shit in her sink

And she will treat you like a king.

But If she does not love you…

You can treat her like a queen

And she will shit in your sink.”

I don’t know if that’s an actual saying… or if he was just drunk

But as I’ve gotten older— and more and more shit has accumulated in my sink

I’m sure it was brilliant.

Love is a state of grace…

And very rarely can it be influenced by action

In fact… pursuit… more often than not… has the opposite effect.

Chalk it up to the basic principle of predator and prey

For example…

Most of the animal kingdom could beat the piss out of me…

Yet… if I go in pursuit of most animals….

By instinct

They will run in the opposite direction.

Unfortunately for most of us… same with humans.  

So in a world in which I truly believe that we hold actuality in our hands…

That we NEED to create what we want to exist…

What are we to do?

I think the answer is in another basic principle…

Gravity.

Einstein told us that large energy bodies actually bend the properties of time and space…

And like a drain … 

Objects of smaller mass will simply fall into that “dent”

I think the same principle works in our daily, human, emotional pursuits…

Never chase… it never works.

Instead…

Increase your energy center 

I know that’s vague and undefinable… but I think we all know what that means…

Meditate, learn something, work out, walk with good posture, smile, make some money…

Be Kind.

Turn off your TV.

I can all but  guarantee that things will naturally fall into your “orbit”

I CANNOT guarantee that you will still desire those things you were pursuing in the first place

In fact…with any luck

You’ll realize you never needed to “pursue” anything at all

Everything you ever needed…

Was inside of you all along.

And even further…

When you’re in your best state…

In your densest energy mass..

Maybe you can look back at that woman who took a shit in your sink…

And be grateful.

After all…she finally gave you a reason

To clean your own shit up.

WHY EVIL?
I very recently visited my mother in Colorado.
She’s very Christian…
(Of the fire and brimstone tradition)
And in our talks (of which there are always many)
We seem to fork on a central distinction…
Her mind has a dichotomy…
Every problem has to do with the devil…
And every solution has to do with God
A world of push and pull…
And while there are many pushes and pulls on the surface of existence…
I believe there is a oneness to this entire happening
But bad things do happen…
And my young religious self asked many times
Why Evil?
Why do bad things happen in a beautiful world?
As my mind has reconciled Evil into Ego
The question has still remained … even as verbiage has changed…
Why Ego?
Well, obviously Ego is a very important evolutionary tool…
It keeps us on this planet…
Because
Whether we like it or not-
We are constantly trying to become more efficient at the process of eating, breathing and Procreating
But might I suggest that Ego has a very important spiritual function as well?
If you look at Life as a constant blossoming of the “God” force
Projecting itself through countless prisms of consciousness 
Ego could be a mechanism for the creation of higher states…
Consider a dog…
As far as I can tell… they live a life far more in the moment than us…
They don’t seem to judge a situation
But rather, deal with it as it is
Free of the constant recall of the past and prediction of the future 
that our big brains and subsequent egos process continuously
If you believe in the blossoming theory 
Our evolution must be looked upon as the natural order of things
Not bad, Not good … but Life
So while the ego has far outlived it’s stay…
As we “wake up”  … 
(and I see evidence of this happening everywhere)
We can go back to the “aliveness” of a dog
With the “awareness” of a being that has gone through the egoic state
Hence, deepening our connection with the “God” force 
And creating the next step in our spiritual evolution…
I try to look at all problems that arise in this way.
Although pain is very real…
And “bad” things do happen to “good” people
If you can pull away from the mind to gain broader perspective 
These “bad” things can serve as the catalyst for a deeper understanding
 of the chaos that our ego creates
Fostering a Darwinian “learning” to our earthly being  
And allowing us to emerge with a greater awareness 
Of the “God” force that we all are intrinsically a part of.
Now I just wish someone would tell my mom that:)

WHY EVIL?

I very recently visited my mother in Colorado.

She’s very Christian…

(Of the fire and brimstone tradition)

And in our talks (of which there are always many)

We seem to fork on a central distinction…

Her mind has a dichotomy…

Every problem has to do with the devil…

And every solution has to do with God

A world of push and pull…

And while there are many pushes and pulls on the surface of existence…

I believe there is a oneness to this entire happening

But bad things do happen…

And my young religious self asked many times

Why Evil?

Why do bad things happen in a beautiful world?

As my mind has reconciled Evil into Ego

The question has still remained … even as verbiage has changed…

Why Ego?

Well, obviously Ego is a very important evolutionary tool…

It keeps us on this planet…

Because

Whether we like it or not-

We are constantly trying to become more efficient at the process of eating, breathing and Procreating

But might I suggest that Ego has a very important spiritual function as well?

If you look at Life as a constant blossoming of the “God” force

Projecting itself through countless prisms of consciousness 

Ego could be a mechanism for the creation of higher states…

Consider a dog…

As far as I can tell… they live a life far more in the moment than us…

They don’t seem to judge a situation

But rather, deal with it as it is

Free of the constant recall of the past and prediction of the future 

that our big brains and subsequent egos process continuously

If you believe in the blossoming theory 

Our evolution must be looked upon as the natural order of things

Not bad, Not good … but Life

So while the ego has far outlived it’s stay…

As we “wake up”  … 

(and I see evidence of this happening everywhere)

We can go back to the “aliveness” of a dog

With the “awareness” of a being that has gone through the egoic state

Hence, deepening our connection with the “God” force 

And creating the next step in our spiritual evolution…

I try to look at all problems that arise in this way.

Although pain is very real…

And “bad” things do happen to “good” people

If you can pull away from the mind to gain broader perspective 

These “bad” things can serve as the catalyst for a deeper understanding

 of the chaos that our ego creates

Fostering a Darwinian “learning” to our earthly being  

And allowing us to emerge with a greater awareness 

Of the “God” force that we all are intrinsically a part of.

Now I just wish someone would tell my mom that:)

The Princess and The Drunk.


A song for single mothers.  

And even more

A song of regret.

something beautiful in brooklyn

something beautiful in brooklyn

The apocalypse will not come today.
But slowly and surely it is coming…
Whether it be the innate problems of overpopulation,
The planet cooling or heating beyond our threshold,
Or simply a giant rock hitting Earth as it does from time to time…
It seems that humans, like most forms of life, will have a finite lifespan
The real question is philosophical:
Has the story already been written?
Or are we writing it in every moment?
Or simply..
Are we created 
or do we create?
I tend to believe that the “God” force is a cumulative one…
That karma is not a boomerang…
But the wood out of which we build our houses.
So if we may suspend our mysticism  for a moment…
I’d like to look at what we’re creating.
I find it extremely interesting that the moment we realize
That our environment is rejecting our industrialization
Is the same moment
That industrialization brings us a means for a global, “collective” conscious
The Internet.
Since the dawn of man 
Shamans and scientists have been theorizing 
That knowledge doubles in half-lives
So if it takes a thousand years to double human knowledge
The next time around it will take 500… and so on
If you follow this out… eventually you should reach a point of enlightenment
"All knowledge at all times"
All knowledge at all times seems to be the exact point of the world wide web
Even if it’s still a ways off
You can see it on the horizon.
Or maybe consider Raymond Kurzweil’s theory of singularity
Nanotechnology (which is the manipulation of matter on a molecular scale)
Used to be a pipe dream… but now is in practice at it’s most infant stages
The point is that once machines begin to “learn”
We don’t know what the implications will be
As organic beings— our central nervous systems “learned” in pace with need
We became “smart” in ways that were suitable for our environment
Machines will not necessarily have that hurdle… 
Which is why the change could be rapid and all consuming…
Maybe a complete “illumination” of our earth…
All things under a single awareness
But, of course, maybe not.
It does make you wonder…
What is alive?  What is conscious? 
The binary code is strikingly similar to our own DNA
When you look at the planet’s current response to our way of life
The fate of the “biological human” looks dim
The apocalypse looms…
But maybe … just maybe
We are currently in the process of
Creating our own ancestors
I just hope they do a better job than we did.

The apocalypse will not come today.

But slowly and surely it is coming…

Whether it be the innate problems of overpopulation,

The planet cooling or heating beyond our threshold,

Or simply a giant rock hitting Earth as it does from time to time…

It seems that humans, like most forms of life, will have a finite lifespan

The real question is philosophical:

Has the story already been written?

Or are we writing it in every moment?

Or simply..

Are we created 

or do we create?

I tend to believe that the “God” force is a cumulative one…

That karma is not a boomerang…

But the wood out of which we build our houses.

So if we may suspend our mysticism  for a moment…

I’d like to look at what we’re creating.

I find it extremely interesting that the moment we realize

That our environment is rejecting our industrialization

Is the same moment

That industrialization brings us a means for a global, “collective” conscious

The Internet.

Since the dawn of man 

Shamans and scientists have been theorizing 

That knowledge doubles in half-lives

So if it takes a thousand years to double human knowledge

The next time around it will take 500… and so on

If you follow this out… eventually you should reach a point of enlightenment

"All knowledge at all times"

All knowledge at all times seems to be the exact point of the world wide web

Even if it’s still a ways off

You can see it on the horizon.

Or maybe consider Raymond Kurzweil’s theory of singularity

Nanotechnology (which is the manipulation of matter on a molecular scale)

Used to be a pipe dream… but now is in practice at it’s most infant stages

The point is that once machines begin to “learn”

We don’t know what the implications will be

As organic beings— our central nervous systems “learned” in pace with need

We became “smart” in ways that were suitable for our environment

Machines will not necessarily have that hurdle… 

Which is why the change could be rapid and all consuming…

Maybe a complete “illumination” of our earth…

All things under a single awareness

But, of course, maybe not.

It does make you wonder…

What is alive?  What is conscious? 

The binary code is strikingly similar to our own DNA

When you look at the planet’s current response to our way of life

The fate of the “biological human” looks dim

The apocalypse looms…

But maybe … just maybe

We are currently in the process of

Creating our own ancestors

I just hope they do a better job than we did.

As the storm rolled in 
I walked down to the shore
Simply for the purpose
Of feeling small against nature

 I leaned hard against the wind
Felt the rain like a thousand dull needles across my face
Pulled my collar high and my hat low
Then watched, helplessly, 
As the sky turned black 
The water got high
And my city got swallowed up 
In one easy gulp
Right before my eyes

Small, indeed.
And scared…

Time slowed down .
And I involuntarily slipped into presence.

I began to notice the voice in my head…
Began to follow it
Slowly but surely I came to realize that the voice was my own
The conversation was with “God”
WAS God
And it’s content…
Was the whole of my existence

I also realized that
 Not a sole alive
Other than myself
Has ever heard a word of it

I was in parts at ease and uneasy
knowing that I am …
That we all are…
Completely alone.

But are we?

After all…
This dialogue involved nothing BUT others
My friends and my family
Those I’ve turned away from…
Those who have turned away from me
Relationships were the thread that made the fabric
A dialogue of wishes …
Of love and of safety
Of pain and neglect
A dialogue that begged and pleaded only
 NOT to be alone

So I wondered
Is this the dichotomy at the root of all others?
The ones that permeate every facet of existence
From electron to proton
From dark energy to gravity
Matter to anti matter
 Day to night?

Is THIS the
circular nature 
of existence and time?

After all…

From the inside looking out
I see only one… and that is myself
But from the outside looking in 
I see only one
And that is us all

As the storm rolled in 

I walked down to the shore

Simply for the purpose

Of feeling small against nature

 I leaned hard against the wind

Felt the rain like a thousand dull needles across my face

Pulled my collar high and my hat low

Then watched, helplessly, 

As the sky turned black 

The water got high

And my city got swallowed up 

In one easy gulp

Right before my eyes

Small, indeed.

And scared…

Time slowed down .

And I involuntarily slipped into presence.

I began to notice the voice in my head…

Began to follow it

Slowly but surely I came to realize that the voice was my own

The conversation was with “God”

WAS God

And it’s content…

Was the whole of my existence

I also realized that

 Not a sole alive

Other than myself

Has ever heard a word of it

I was in parts at ease and uneasy

knowing that I am …

That we all are…

Completely alone.

But are we?

After all…

This dialogue involved nothing BUT others

My friends and my family

Those I’ve turned away from…

Those who have turned away from me

Relationships were the thread that made the fabric

A dialogue of wishes …

Of love and of safety

Of pain and neglect

A dialogue that begged and pleaded only

 NOT to be alone

So I wondered

Is this the dichotomy at the root of all others?

The ones that permeate every facet of existence

From electron to proton

From dark energy to gravity

Matter to anti matter

 Day to night?

Is THIS the

circular nature 

of existence and time?

After all…

From the inside looking out

I see only one… and that is myself

But from the outside looking in 

I see only one

And that is us all

To anonymous

Thanks for writing.. I’m so happy that it helped you feel a little better!

It’s actually a crude interpretation of the first stanza of the sonnet 

“Come On, Sweetheart” by Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī 

All of his stuff is really quite amazing… definitely check it out:)

Hope to hear from you again!

Danny

The Nature of Nature.

Ever since I’ve come back from Burning Man there’s been something on my mind…

You see..
At Burning Man you meet a lot of good people
People who are out to stop hunger
Stop war
Save the planet 
Make things a little more just in a lot of  different senses
In fact.. There was a giant replica of Wall St. that they eventually blew up…
 While 50,000 people cheered

And I’m all for this… 
Being kind… Being fair
But the thing is…
I don’t see that much difference between Wall St. and Burning Man
In fact — I don’t see much difference between Wall St. and anything for that matter
Every family,  church, school, government, sporting event, yoga class or shamanic circle
I’ve ever participated in 
Seems to be under the same genetic guidance
A voice telling us to establish a pecking order
It’s kind of the elephant in the room whenever you talk about anything spiritual
Or anything social 
or political for that matter…

It’ the Nature of Nature.


Not HUMAN nature.
Nature.
And it’s not necessarily pretty.
Depending on your perspective..

Let me try to explain..

Say you go to a national park …
While at the park you watch a bear catch a salmon from a river
There’s three perspectives there.
For you it was a stunning example of the circle of life.
For the bear it was lunch.
For the fish…  the fucking worst day of it’s life.

Or when you stumble upon one of those giant, old trees in the forest…
 It feels almost magical
Have you ever noticed the ground around it is almost always baron?
And did you spend one moment thinking about all the lesser plants that sadly
lost their nutrients to the magical, old tree’s giant root?

Or how in the  last blog I talked about cells…
The body makes a bazillion cells to make a single fingernail
Then tells all but the top 1% to kill themselves because they are no longer needed
Sound sort of familiar?
Is it evil?
I don’t know… I just know it IS.
In a Darwinian sense… it’s what life DOES

I strongly doubt the cells know they are dying for a fingernail…
And that’s my point.
It’s nearly impossible to see the purpose from a perspective.
Is it possible human life is just some sort of cosmic fingernail?
I’d say it’s probable.

I recognize this whole concept sounds kind of cold…
Make no mistake..
I would truly love to see everyone have enough
And we could…
Everyone could have JUST enough… right above the poverty line.
BOOM - problem solved..
But is that REALLY going to happen?
Are the haves REALLY going to sacrifice that much for the have-nots?
Is that REALLY how you ever see life play out?

So what to do?

I certainly don’t believe a change in policy will matter much…
In fact … if you tore the whole system down…figured out the bugs
Built a new one where everything was equal
Where everyone was represented..
I could almost guarantee, given enough time
It would look about the same as it does now.

Survival of the fittest is programmed deep inside every thread of our DNA.

But I say there IS a solution.
While human beings as a species are probably just a cosmic fingernail…
A human being (singular.. and this goes for all living things)
Is the entire kitten caboodle
Through the power of perspective we embody the entire experience
If I may quote Jesus Christ
"The Kingdom of God is inside you"
So… if you want “change” 
Then change.
Smile 
Be kind.
Be the world you’d like to see.
If enough of us do it… maybe we, as a whole, will transcend being just a cosmic fingernail
Or maybe we won’t.

A psychedelic priest once asked something of me that made this whole mess make
a little more sense…
He asked
"If I draw a circle 
And I put every thing that exists in that circle
Everything that’s EVER existed
The whole universe …
And then you put your finger in that circle
How many things are in that circle?”

The answer:
2
Your finger
And everything else.

The Nature of Nature.

Ever since I’ve come back from Burning Man there’s been something on my mind…

You see..

At Burning Man you meet a lot of good people

People who are out to stop hunger

Stop war

Save the planet 

Make things a little more just in a lot of  different senses

In fact.. There was a giant replica of Wall St. that they eventually blew up…

 While 50,000 people cheered

And I’m all for this… 

Being kind… Being fair

But the thing is…

I don’t see that much difference between Wall St. and Burning Man

In fact — I don’t see much difference between Wall St. and anything for that matter

Every family,  church, school, government, sporting event, yoga class or shamanic circle

I’ve ever participated in 

Seems to be under the same genetic guidance

A voice telling us to establish a pecking order

It’s kind of the elephant in the room whenever you talk about anything spiritual

Or anything social 

or political for that matter…

It’ the Nature of Nature.

Not HUMAN nature.

Nature.

And it’s not necessarily pretty.

Depending on your perspective..

Let me try to explain..

Say you go to a national park …

While at the park you watch a bear catch a salmon from a river

There’s three perspectives there.

For you it was a stunning example of the circle of life.

For the bear it was lunch.

For the fish…  the fucking worst day of it’s life.

Or when you stumble upon one of those giant, old trees in the forest…

 It feels almost magical

Have you ever noticed the ground around it is almost always baron?

And did you spend one moment thinking about all the lesser plants that sadly

lost their nutrients to the magical, old tree’s giant root?

Or how in the  last blog I talked about cells…

The body makes a bazillion cells to make a single fingernail

Then tells all but the top 1% to kill themselves because they are no longer needed

Sound sort of familiar?

Is it evil?

I don’t know… I just know it IS.

In a Darwinian sense… it’s what life DOES

I strongly doubt the cells know they are dying for a fingernail…

And that’s my point.

It’s nearly impossible to see the purpose from a perspective.

Is it possible human life is just some sort of cosmic fingernail?

I’d say it’s probable.

I recognize this whole concept sounds kind of cold…

Make no mistake..

I would truly love to see everyone have enough

And we could…

Everyone could have JUST enough… right above the poverty line.

BOOM - problem solved..

But is that REALLY going to happen?

Are the haves REALLY going to sacrifice that much for the have-nots?

Is that REALLY how you ever see life play out?

So what to do?

I certainly don’t believe a change in policy will matter much…

In fact … if you tore the whole system down…figured out the bugs

Built a new one where everything was equal

Where everyone was represented..

I could almost guarantee, given enough time

It would look about the same as it does now.

Survival of the fittest is programmed deep inside every thread of our DNA.

But I say there IS a solution.

While human beings as a species are probably just a cosmic fingernail…

A human being (singular.. and this goes for all living things)

Is the entire kitten caboodle

Through the power of perspective we embody the entire experience

If I may quote Jesus Christ

"The Kingdom of God is inside you"

So… if you want “change” 

Then change.

Smile 

Be kind.

Be the world you’d like to see.

If enough of us do it… maybe we, as a whole, will transcend being just a cosmic fingernail

Or maybe we won’t.

A psychedelic priest once asked something of me that made this whole mess make

a little more sense…

He asked

"If I draw a circle 

And I put every thing that exists in that circle

Everything that’s EVER existed

The whole universe …

And then you put your finger in that circle

How many things are in that circle?”

The answer:

2

Your finger

And everything else.