Days
Commentator
Ohio State University's motto.
So what did Ohio State ever do that was great? rotate crops?
The great passion of education seems to focus on doing great things. Contribute to mankind. For what? Does it make mankind any better? We were always told to aim high; just left my head in the clouds. PROGRESS... the quintessential necessary ongoing battle to be better, but has it made us better? Our cities have sent out roots of concrete and steel, pouring over the land, and burrowing into the land. Now you can drive a car anywhere... is that progress?
I studied mankind. Trying to figure out... what the hell we are doing here. I'm not certain I understand what it is, but I'm certain none of us have any idea either, we are born from a standing stop; totally no existence whatsoever, and then, pow, entrance onto the planet with no idea whatsoever is happening. All we do is listen to others for some clue what to do with ourselves... and the ones we listen to, are working through the same dilemma.
I thank God for toilet paper. Whoever thought of that, kuddos, I hope we never quit making it. The rest of it, I'm not sure what to make of it. I see a Spirit, I'm not so sure whether he sees me, how can I be sure what all these miracles mean? This universe doesn't look happenstance to me, at the same time, it doesn't look created either. There's an awful lot of chemistry that is just right for us to live these short lives, way more than we begin to realize, and then we depart. So many promises of return, resurrection, reincarnation, an afterlife... and yet, I don't see any of it yet... and they all say it is coming, don't doubt, believe! Why does it matter what I believe? Que sera sera. Shouldn't make a damn what any of us believe.
I spent my entire childhood trying to figure out how I got here. Identity, me, myself, my particular person; it is uniquely me, how did I pop up out of nothing? Would if I never popped up? Would if I return to not existing? I thought about that.
I love technology, but I love the raw earth of the Amish better. Did you know the Amish are the original anna-baptists? Baptising grown ups... after they have grown up. Had some crazy idea from the scriptures that baptism was for born again believers, not babies. I love pure forms, clean ideas and clean water, natural landscapes without telephone poles, concrete roads, brick buildings, asphalt parking lots, signs, artificial light, or skyscrapers. But is that all there is to this life? Build a dream house? Grow crops? Or are we supposed to do great things? Who decides if they were great? What difference does it make after we are gone?
There's a still soft voice that talks in my inner ear. Tells me what to do, guides me, keeps me sane. He's who I listen to. I don't know who he is. I know what name I call him, but how can I know something like that? We all go away. We don't know where... we have ideas, some of us think we know, none of us truly know, whatever happened to someone else; whose to say what will happen to you? Our lives end and we still don't understand what is happening. I remember the last time I saw my grandpa, he couldn't speak his last 4 years, but he clearly was worried I was leaving without saying goodbye; I told him, it won't be long, we'll meet up again; I figured the time would pass faster for him than me... I won't know for sure unless I really do meet up with him again.
So, I turned 55 years old last month. Now I know I have few years left. I'm okay with that. But my son isn't. He's afraid of death. I tell him he won't see death. I will, but I'll be right back, come and get him. Because the age is over... and all this waiting is over... and we finally are going to learn how this thing works. In the mean time, I'm just here to help. I don't care what happens, I just want to see how it ends... my life, his life, all our lives, the age of insanity and religion and hope and change and too many things that weren't supposed to happen... it's okay, it doesn't make sense and some argue over what is right of left, and others are doing great things, and governments are insanely running on empty into a giant net that will take them all up, and some of you think we need to prove everything out, be legitimate, be official, why? Who cares if you get some of it wrong? Big Fukin Deal that it is, what difference will it make to anyone?
I have a friend in Michigan. We went through ministry training together. Some day we will join up again, and finish our lives together. When or how, I dunno, but it will happen. then some sparks will fly. But I'm more curious what happens next... after the visit down below, after the rise above, after the clarion call to the grave and the catching up of the faithful few... then what... do we finally make good on the return? Or was that just poetry? Because if it is poetry, if that's all we are living on this planet, then Jimi Hendrix had it right.. life really is just a joke.
So what did Ohio State ever do that was great? rotate crops?
The great passion of education seems to focus on doing great things. Contribute to mankind. For what? Does it make mankind any better? We were always told to aim high; just left my head in the clouds. PROGRESS... the quintessential necessary ongoing battle to be better, but has it made us better? Our cities have sent out roots of concrete and steel, pouring over the land, and burrowing into the land. Now you can drive a car anywhere... is that progress?
I studied mankind. Trying to figure out... what the hell we are doing here. I'm not certain I understand what it is, but I'm certain none of us have any idea either, we are born from a standing stop; totally no existence whatsoever, and then, pow, entrance onto the planet with no idea whatsoever is happening. All we do is listen to others for some clue what to do with ourselves... and the ones we listen to, are working through the same dilemma.
I thank God for toilet paper. Whoever thought of that, kuddos, I hope we never quit making it. The rest of it, I'm not sure what to make of it. I see a Spirit, I'm not so sure whether he sees me, how can I be sure what all these miracles mean? This universe doesn't look happenstance to me, at the same time, it doesn't look created either. There's an awful lot of chemistry that is just right for us to live these short lives, way more than we begin to realize, and then we depart. So many promises of return, resurrection, reincarnation, an afterlife... and yet, I don't see any of it yet... and they all say it is coming, don't doubt, believe! Why does it matter what I believe? Que sera sera. Shouldn't make a damn what any of us believe.
I spent my entire childhood trying to figure out how I got here. Identity, me, myself, my particular person; it is uniquely me, how did I pop up out of nothing? Would if I never popped up? Would if I return to not existing? I thought about that.
I love technology, but I love the raw earth of the Amish better. Did you know the Amish are the original anna-baptists? Baptising grown ups... after they have grown up. Had some crazy idea from the scriptures that baptism was for born again believers, not babies. I love pure forms, clean ideas and clean water, natural landscapes without telephone poles, concrete roads, brick buildings, asphalt parking lots, signs, artificial light, or skyscrapers. But is that all there is to this life? Build a dream house? Grow crops? Or are we supposed to do great things? Who decides if they were great? What difference does it make after we are gone?
There's a still soft voice that talks in my inner ear. Tells me what to do, guides me, keeps me sane. He's who I listen to. I don't know who he is. I know what name I call him, but how can I know something like that? We all go away. We don't know where... we have ideas, some of us think we know, none of us truly know, whatever happened to someone else; whose to say what will happen to you? Our lives end and we still don't understand what is happening. I remember the last time I saw my grandpa, he couldn't speak his last 4 years, but he clearly was worried I was leaving without saying goodbye; I told him, it won't be long, we'll meet up again; I figured the time would pass faster for him than me... I won't know for sure unless I really do meet up with him again.
So, I turned 55 years old last month. Now I know I have few years left. I'm okay with that. But my son isn't. He's afraid of death. I tell him he won't see death. I will, but I'll be right back, come and get him. Because the age is over... and all this waiting is over... and we finally are going to learn how this thing works. In the mean time, I'm just here to help. I don't care what happens, I just want to see how it ends... my life, his life, all our lives, the age of insanity and religion and hope and change and too many things that weren't supposed to happen... it's okay, it doesn't make sense and some argue over what is right of left, and others are doing great things, and governments are insanely running on empty into a giant net that will take them all up, and some of you think we need to prove everything out, be legitimate, be official, why? Who cares if you get some of it wrong? Big Fukin Deal that it is, what difference will it make to anyone?
I have a friend in Michigan. We went through ministry training together. Some day we will join up again, and finish our lives together. When or how, I dunno, but it will happen. then some sparks will fly. But I'm more curious what happens next... after the visit down below, after the rise above, after the clarion call to the grave and the catching up of the faithful few... then what... do we finally make good on the return? Or was that just poetry? Because if it is poetry, if that's all we are living on this planet, then Jimi Hendrix had it right.. life really is just a joke.