Saturday, June 14, 2025
Wouldn’t it be wonderful to get to the bottom of life; get to the point; and pull back the curtain and reveal who’s responsible for this mess we’re in? We could shake our fists, storm the Highest Office, and let ‘em have it! To whom do I owe such a lament? Why is it hard to find the culprit, the snake, the sneakiness that lurks in separation? You have to climb the highest mountain to find no one there. You have to sink to the lowest of despair to find no one there either.
Take it up the chain of command, storm into the realm of the “chief executive,” and there, sitting in the Highest Office of the land are me and you, a pair!
Bring it back to the beginning of time, see the denotation point of all timelessness, space, and eternity, and there, you’ll find the culprit, the uncaused cause with their finger on the trigger.
Pack it in, right to the midpoint of the eternal present moment, and there you’ll be – here, now, and always – locked into the oneness of “us.” How can you get away from all of these clowns? How can you get away from all of these monsters? How can you ever leave it all behind? Everywhere you go, there, you’ll find yourself.
Constant reflections of yourself, all around! Images. Nagging reminders. Clones – an infestation of yourself. No more clowns. No more thieves. No more suffering. The butt of the joke, here now. But where are the clowns?
Send in the clones – I love them. I cherish them. I honor them. I understand them. I have compassion for them. Are we a pair? Don’t bother, I’m here. We are a pair of I’s. Isn’t it rich?