I am no Guru. Never wanted to be one. I don’t much care for sitting atop mountains. I mean, they are pretty from a distance but I get nosebleeds from too much height. And I look goofy in those robes. Besides, I think we should all be beyond that short phase in our species‘ development in which we ‘followed’ anyone’s teachings. But we have no shortage of Gurus out here still. I was always partial to…in the region of pedagoguery…the ‘one-teach-one‘ ethic. I was never a big fan of the classroom situation. I always thought that the apprenticeship idea was the best one for teaching. And learning.
I couldn’t care less if Mary marries Linda. Or Bob weds Steve. I don’t feel it is my place to tell anyone how to live their lives. I have spent a couple score of my life under the thumb of those that seem to know intrinsically how I should live mine. I wonder how they gained such knowledge. But I fully understand why so many out here are against legislation allowing same-sex marriage. They feel that it is yet another sign of decline. I get it. I too question the motives…not the individual desire on the part of couples to enter such an arrangement…but I try not to dwell on it. I think we all know who is behind this type of legislation. Perhaps these homosexuals are looking for what we all are. Vindication. Satisfaction in knowing that they too have ‘rights’. I dunno. I‘m straight.
Rights. That’s a slippery slope. Somewhere between ‘leave me the fuck alone’…and ‘I’m going to tell you what is right and what is wrong‘, lie our rights. But again, that sounds Guru-ish. And I’m never going to pretend to show you the path to happiness and fulfillment. I can tell you what I think. You take it from there.
A young guy that I work with was reading an article on LBGT marriage rights and he said that even within the span of his short life there certainly seems to be more gay people all the time. I said: “Nah…they are just getting more press nowadays”. He nodded in agreement after quickly assessing my statement. Of course those out here that are horrified at the popular vindication of one man putting his penis into another man’s anus are probably right to be so insensed. It is the media portrayal of such activity that has their shorts in a bunch. I get that too. But to me…I think we have bigger fish to fry. Gay marriage is a symptom of a much more devastating disease. I am not horrified of my nose bleeding when I scale heights. That is a symptom. I question WTF I am doing on a mountain in the first place.
Oh well. Again. Again, I feel the need to open the blister-pack in the store and just purchase only what I need. I don’t need the whole kit. I am not going to vilify those gay people that are in hell’s–hurry to rush to the alter, before I spew a little hatred toward those that drive them there in the limo.
Again. Again, I don’t want to make a lot of enemies because I am not sickened by the idea of two people of the same sex having to endure the travails of marriage that we straight people understand all too well. Sorry. I can’t go there. I haven’t got time to think much about it. I’m too busy with the cause of such political correctness trespasses into the common sense of humankind. Some writers don’t think. Some thinkers don’t write. Some do both. I try to attain the latter.
I was a big fan of the “Dr. Kildare” film series of the 30’s and ‘40′s. Although it was before my time, and adjusting for the melodrama of it…this series had a lot to teach. In the films, actor Lew Ayres was studying under the tutelage of a master ‘diagnostician’. A branch of medicine that has gone the way of high-button shoes. It was the duty of these erstwhile doctors to diagnose disease only. Not to issue pills and potions necessarily…but to identify cause. Then turn over treatment to a perfunctory attack upon the diagnosed illness. Diagnosis seems a function that is taken too lightly by physicians lately. The medical profession relies almost entirely on overly–expensive testing to substitute for such human-based detective work. And in this writer-thinker’s opinion…much is lost in such abandonment. I cannot count the times that a doctor has said to me…”Well, it could be this or that…so we’ll try this drug and if that doesn’t work…well… we‘ll try something else“. I’m sure you too have heard this ‘diagnosis’. This is a luxury that is ill-afforded, I believe. The whole process relying on malpractice insurance to prop up.
I try to emulate those long forgotten diagnosticians. I won’t even venture an opinion on symptoms until I collect and follow them to their source disease. Symptoms are merely road signs. You can spend your lives concentrating on these signposts themselves…never following them to the destination to which they direct.
And around this time of year that marks the murder/assasination of John Lennon, I must say that…bless him…he was wrong about some things that I believe he would now agree with me on. If he had lived. One is peace. I say, fuck peace. For now. Peace will be a ‘symptom‘ of justice…when it comes. For positive phenomenon can also display themselves symptomatically. In individual health and in the health and prosperity of a species. If you feel good, you can function better. If we as a species feel vindicated and justice reigns, there will be the peace of which John dreamed and sang.
Until that point, I will follow the syptomatic signs to what I believe to be the disease that has taken hold of our human body. Judaism.