I live on a tiny ball of hurriedly scraped together space stuff, in an out of the way insignifigant arm of an unspectacular galaxy. But i like it. Mostly.
OK, well, I pretty much like all of the planet I've seen. But its like the last time I was in Florida. I liked it. But there were way to many Floridians for my taste. So I guess, pretty much I like the planet but not its inhabitants.
Why are we here? What are we supposed to be doing? Why fleas?
By some 'fluke' our planet happens to be just the right distance away from a burning ball of gasses that is just FUCKIN HUGE!
Isn't that strange?,
A few thousand miles closer and we would all be toast.
A few thousand miles further away and we would all be popsicles!
If a chunk of the Earth hadn't been knocked off our planet by a comet or something, we wouldn't have a moon, without a moon our oceans would be different and our atmosphere would be different. Maybe non existent!
And then...life! What are the odds?
So here we are! All on the same ball, all with generally the same concerns. taking care of our families, growing corn (or trading gold futures), thinking up new stuff for dinner, getting laid.
But like it or not we are the elite. If you have a computer, or even acces to a computer, you are elite. If you can take time out of cooking and cleaning and teaching your kids and weaving to make extra cash to read at DKos you are elite. Take a simple test (answer later) what is the most common male first name?
1/2 of the people on the planet have never heard a dial tone. These are probably the same people, mostly, who live on less than two dollars a day. I remember hearing that median income in NOLA (Never Forget) was around $8000 a year? Two dollars a day. I have often speculated on who the average guy is. There can be only one, you know. A farmer in Bhutan? A factory worker in Nairobi. We know its not a waitress in Lubbock. She's above the mean by quite a bit. No wonder so many folks want to come here!
Of course that leads us to speculate about the .....Guy. Whenever someone says, Hey, it could be worse! They are talking about the Guy. Technically there is a guy who has it worse than anyone else on the planet. the lowest man on the Totem Pole, Bottom Dog, The man in the Hole at the Bottom of the Hill That Shit Flows Down. Underneath the guy standing on his shoulders. Last in a line 6,000,000,000,000 people long...that grows every minute...and he's still last.
and if he ever tries to cut in line. they kill him. and then there is a New Guy
I think about him quite a bit. I try to think about him whenever there is something 'wrong' in my life. or when something 'bad' happens to me.
And before you ask, yes I thought about what it would be like to be his wife. But his wife died. Probably brutally murdered by his best friend. On his birthday
But in Reality, there is not one Guy. Because all of our Hells are different. TechniMetaPhysically, there are probably 64...Guys. There are 64 Dakinis and 64 Hexagrams and Numerology bores the hell out of people. In fact one of the 64 Archetypal Guys probably is listening to a Numerologist as part of his particular hell. for you Anal Types 64 expands exponentially at both edges to be all inclusive.
Then there is The Other Guy
Same deal only backwards. I'm sure it has something to do with a Sexual Experience that we are fundamentally incapable of understanding at this time, and really nice clothes. And never doing dishes ever again.
So how does it work? who decides? how can we change?
Tell me buhdydharma what can we do?
It is times like these that we turn to the great minds that Humanity has produced, to learn what the amassed wisdom of our race, our species our planet can teach us.
Today I quote the gnomic disfigured saint Michael Jackson, Michael the Odd. Who said;
The man in the mirror must change.
The Beloved Ghandi...become the change you wish for.
You are the only one you will ever convince of absolutely anything.
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conflict of interest disclaimer: Michael Jackson, including his original nose was born onto the planet exactly one hour after me. i have no idea what that means.
Each one, teach one.
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Oh yeah. Mohammed.