Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Clear your thinking
First you will need to clear your thinking before attempting to understand reality. Your life is not nearly as important as you have been born and trained to think. In fact, your life may very well be meaningless. However, this is not to say that there is no meaning to your life, this is an irrelevant concept. Meaning is relative. "Meaningfulness" is interpreted by every creature on this Earth differently and can therefore be deemed erroneous all together. Rather than concentrating your mental focus on success, or the moral champion, "meaningful life", direct your attention somewhere more important, understanding life.
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Master-I am a conundrum.
I have one too (actually).
So, I keep trying to clear my thinking, but thoughts continually invade my head no matter where I go or how I try to escape them. I'll sit in the corner of room, nicely wrapped up in the fetal position to connect with "myself" when suddenly I'm distracted by dust balls on the floor or a song bird on my window sill, or I have to pee or make my little brothers lunch, or scratch myself or dance for no apparent reason, or check the mail or eat some Easter chocolate, or walk the dog or I want some tea or the phone rings, or go online or check my mail or go on facebook or taser my brothers or re-watch the Remains of the Day for the fifth time and try to understand yet again why so many like this movie when it is obviously a royal piece of shit.
Wait. What am I doing? Where am I? What-what's...--am I typing something? How did that happen. I was knitting before. Wasn't I? What's-I can't knit.
Is that how you even SPELL knit? That doesn't look right. Why did I say that, I wonder? Maybe I've always wanted to knit. Most women knit. I always thought it meant you liked cats if you did that and I fucking HATE cats. My ancestors ate cats a lot. Didn't British people used to sell stuff for cat's meat? Cat's meat. Maybe that's Limey for currency. O! There's a quarter on my floor. My lucky day! Now I can do laundry. Nope, still a quarter short. Fuck...why am I still typing...
Why am I here, really...I should be a million other places...
What's the meani-
oh right. (ahem), so you see the difficulty, Wolfman.
You need to learn focus. Follow this drill, it is very affective:
1. Stare at a white or black wall that has nothing on it.
2. Make your mind as blank as the wall.
3. When a thought enters your mind, forcefully throw your head into the wall so that your forehead stings.
4. As thoughts continue to enter your mind, head-butte the wall harder.*
*If you knock your self out, you have hit too hard, but will have allowed yourself some time away from consciousness.
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