Edg, The scene starts with the camera zooming in on the face of Jack Palance, who is dressed up as a chief of Outer Mongolia. He grunts and and gives his signature smile saying, "That was good."
That last sentence is a mind blower! Let me ponder that one for a while. I'll think of a response soon... Regards, John R. --- In [email protected], Duveyoung <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > "John" <jr_esq@> wrote: > >1. Krishna never died! . . . snip.....Any great spiritual teacher > in the future could possibly be Krishna's incarnation. > > > Here we go getting deep! Can't hardly look at any concept these days > without the ultimate basis of existence suddenly raising its hand and > squirming in its seat like a > full-of-pee-third-grader-wildly-waving-to-get-a-bathroom-pass. Oooo, > oooo, me, me, me pick me! > > All I had to say was the sacred word: death. And pee-full existence > starts missing its nuk in the crib. Urgent whimpering mounts, and > existence always seems to want something badly -- like a juggler > trying to fit a 15th ball into the cascading stream of spheres above > his head. Like an angel trying to squeeze out yet more love for the > Godhead by, you know, grunting into it. > > But, as Nisargadatta said, "Who's accusing me of being alive?" -- > genuinely angry as if poop had been tossed on him from the back of the > congregation. Icky life. Gordian knot life. "Who'd wanna be a > bag-o-blood-and-meat computer? That which is born must die, so get out > of the person business will ya?" sez our smoking guru. > > None of my present spiritual heroes speak of reincarnation with any > fondness. I remember when Maharishi first told me, "We're against > reincarnation." I laughed aloud. Life: it's what's for > break-us-fast, right? More like a curse, right? But, yay, an > illusory curse is about as potent as mule sperm. I love to use the > "comic strip" analog for this. > > http://www.duveyoung.com/cartoon_universe.GIF (First published in > L.B.'s rag.) > > In this example, we see a "person" who is quite distraught to learn > that his previous incarnations are "still there!" > > Now, imagine the "person" in the first panel claiming that he's the > real person -- and that we should not pay any attention to the guy > with the long arm at the end of the comic strip. > > Every reader of a comic strip knows that the Great Cartoonist is the > real person, the one whose words are being "balloon spoken" by the > comic characters. We don't really care all that much about the > travail of these illusory entities that are as non-living as quarks in > the protons in the molecules of ink they're drawn with. And if we > cannot really resonate very deeply with a cartoon character, can't > really get a passion for "characters civil rights," can't picket > Disney with forty protesters outside his house with placards saying, > "Mickey must marry Minnie, make her an honest mousewife," -- if we > cannot perspire for the inspire-ation of comic entities, well, no > wonder, really, right? It's just ink. > > But take another step towards sentience, and, RATS, we find that we > hardly identify with the person we think we are in our nightly dreams > -- just wake up, and suddenly, identity evaporates, and the urgency to > escape a monster in the dream becomes a delightful dynamic in an > amusing story to tell at lunch. How entertaining that in my dream > last night I almost died! > > How little we care for our incarnations, eh? Even the holy ones. Who > here is indulging in those sweet memories we all have in our attics in > sagging cardboard boxes, who here is sighing over a Sat Yuga > scrapbook's prom ticket stubs, fondling a graduation tassel? If one > is subtle enough, pure enough, those boxes are available, right? > > But, oh, heck with yuga-views, put a scratch on my new car's hood, and > I'll show you urgency in my identifications! Don't mess with waking > life -- that's real, eh? We can point with long arms at waking life > and demand that it must be logical and not present us with paradox. > But, sigh, we're being just like Mickey on a soapbox yelling in all > caps, "MINNIE WILL YOU MARRY ME?," -- just so, asking about > incarnations of Krishna gets us straight into Godel's unspeakable > truths and falsities. > > If John wants to believe that Krisna is waiting at the end of John's > comic strip with long arms, whew, nice vision!!! > > It has to be true if God is true, right? > > If something is possible, God has imagined it already, right? If God > is true, then He's already imagined a universe where it is true, and > remember, when God imagines, it's like the Star Trek holodeck being > told by Picard to "make it so." Somewhere out there, let's see, > hmmmm, yep right there -- yep -- right there somewhere out there is > this other Edg writing these very same words, only, on one of that > Edg's fingernails there's this small spot of schmutz. And that's it. > That's the only difference between that Edg and the Edg you're > dealing with right now. Now imagine God taking NO TIME AT ALL to > imagine up every possible variation of Edg and all the universes that > would have to be imagined also so that there would be proper matrices > into which such Edgs are imbedded. God just did that. Snap! And > while you are reading the period at the end of this sentence, God will > do that for you too. > > We'z been infinitized! Can ya feel it my brethrens and cisterns? > > So, if John has this vision -- this ability to see this one > instantiation of incarnation with such clarity that he wants his whole > comic strip to be about his character getting to that last panel's > long arm moment, hey, woooo, what a goal! What an artwork! Krishna > waiting for us -- beautiful! > > I wish I had a long distance personality scope -- see myself in any > future I pointed at -- know what God already knows, nay, knew before > Time crapped in its first diaper. Before Space's first burp. But who > has the time to search the possible futures of one's every > possibility? Whose arms would not tire holding up that persoscope and > scanning for a good life -- you know, like a life without burnt toast > anywhere in it, or a life where everyone has a button on their chest > like Captain Kirk had -- just tap it, and Uhura-God immediately has > the answer. > > I'd get repetitive injury disorder banging at that button! > > My persoscope is intuition. Blessed intuition -- I don't know art, > but I know what goes with my curtains and couch. I suppose it's > possible to have a cosmic intellect that cognizes all worlds in a > glance, but lacking that, oh do I lack that, intuition is my way of > tossing my dice into the next now. > > And, if Krishna pulls up in His chariot, horses snorting out billows > of incense, and says, "Hey, wanna take a spin? Bring your bow and > arrows, I'll drive," whose heart doesn't leap at the thought of it? > In each of us, some spiritual teen lurks -- a wild and crazy teen who > yells "I've got shotgun" and wants to hit Woodword Avenues on cruise > night in Detroit. THAT teen leaps into the chariot without > hesitation, right? > > That's why Adam took the bite. > > Edg >
