“May you live in interesting times” – Anon.
It appears that no one really knows who actually said that. It doesn’t matter really, although many have said it is a Chinese curse. I don’t know if I accept that. It sounds more like a pleasantry to me. We all want to live in times that interest us. We all want to be a part of something bigger than ourselves…well, most of us, I think. I dunno. Maybe I am wrong about that. But damn…aren’t these exciting times?
We get to be part of an historical new beginning. That big step forward…following two steps back. We are going to be witness to, and participate in the washing away of the human frailties that have held us back for so long. We can choose at this very moment to be on the right side of humanity and all the positive things that come from that popular choice. We have that choice…now. And that moment is coming. Make no mistake. Whether you “just want a beer and watch the ball game” or are out there swinging placards at the bad guys…you will be a part of the coming-apart of the fascism that has ripped us all apart.
I talk to many people about the state of this country and indeed the state of the world. I hear one thing consistently, and that is that they wish that they could just get on with their lives, without being constantly badgered about the problems of the world. They just want to work at a job they like…raise their families…and enjoy life. Without having to worry about the economy, wars, terrorism, politics, job security, mortgages…etc. Well, I feel for them. They have been told of an impossible dream world and for some reason they feel as if it is their right to live in it. As if they are above the strife that all of their ancestors endured. Anointed. The Amerikan dream.
Someone…probably the same wise-guy that came up with that quote at the top…once said, “be careful what you wish for…it could come true”. Well of course it did. Momentarily. The returning soldiers from WWII came back home with dreams of an easy life that they did not know before they left. A life that they thought they had fought for and deserved for all their hard work on foreign shores. A life of bar-b-ques and beer. Eternal summers. Prosperous new beginnings. Peace. They didn’t think much about justice. That was a given in this new world. It is what they fought to maintain…or so they thought. They could put that trophy on their mantles and dust it off every now and again…but consumerism was the fare of the day. Technology. New. Easy. Affordable. Limitless in its possibilities. Well, we had it for a while. And is was boring. And while we were complacent and getting fatter and contented, our trophies were stolen…and its time to regain them.
I always felt, although I have never given into the metaphysical, that this life is a punishment. That before we are born into it, our consciousness/spirit/ identity did something for which this life of pain and pleasure is a discipline. Without remembering it fully we are born into a prison of guilt. The more heinous our former transgressions, the longer we live here. To endure our comeuppances. To pay a grocer’s bill that we ran up. Those that struggle to live lives of luxury, lives without pain are destined to serve long sentences. And even perhaps a repeat-offense stint in this stockade. This sounds a bit like reincarnation, but hey…it’s the best I can come up with after several scores of imprisonment. And it makes sense. I think we tend to see this thing….life…all wrong. But that may be a part of it. Not knowing.
All I know is that life is mostly pain. Millions of nerve endings reminding you constantly not to do certain things that would jeopardize your continuance of this life. This mortal pain. Self-preservation instructions mock us and, like the stubborn parole board…make us continue to serve our sentences. But what of pleasure, joy and happiness, you might well ask? They are here and available to us as contrast, and only that. Without pleasure, there can be no pain. That is the way our brains are wired. Without grief there can be no joy to be just as easily removed as discovered. These act as rulers by which we measure our suffering. Nothing more. Nothing more profound than that. The artists among us have shown us…there is no beauty without suffering. The deeper the joy, the more vivid the suffering.
Shit. That’s one of the more morose paragraphs I have ever penned. But I think it, nonetheless. Maybe I’ll start a new religion. We will go out and kill anyone that doesn’t become a follower…thereby releasing them from their painful sentences.
Anyway…back to our most recent collective pains…the state of mankind. The dark age from which we are about to emerge. The age of the jew. He is our trial and our occasion for nobility. He and his talmudic philosophy under which we labour. We will soon realize this “stone in our path”, that he represents. Many realize it even now…and there is no turning back. It is in our very marrow as a species to struggle. We always have and we always will do so. There will be short-lived eras after such valiant struggle in which we relax…but by our nature, we are not truly happy until we are brawling with fate to advance our species to a higher plane. A newer level of understanding. A jailbreak of sorts. Perhaps we are judged by this activity and how much a part we play in it as individuals. I dunno.
The scourge of zionism is providing such an opportunity at this moment in our journey, I believe. And a huge one at that. For it is international. No one on earth at this time is immune to its negative influence, and it will get worse before it gets better. This impending battle will become more and more apparent in the next 10-20 years. If only to witness that brilliant time, I wish for more punishment here in this prison. But, alas…my sentence is almost served and there is no stay of execution in the offing. Life is like that too. Full of disappointment for the very nature of it I describe.
Life is tough. Good. I can’t help but think it should be.