Image by nasa1fan/MSFC via FlickrIt’s back to the weekly stupor. There’s no getting around it. What goes around comes around is an age old adage- no doubt coined by those who got the roundabout! But what the heck, we have all got to prepare ourselves for the karmic-merry-go-around, sans gender, race, altar, health and wealth.
The comic-tragedy of this ‘my kingdom for a horse’ syndrome is that when it’s your turn to get off the happy- bandwagon, you want to pursue the journey ever more stubbornly- sans logic, common sense, destiny and fate.
That is a battle you will never win, and knowing that too, our stupid morons will go on challenging the very concept of what is relatively true- that the moon revolves around the earth, the earth revolves around the sun, and what doth the sun revolve, I do not know.
But I do know that back in geography classes in school they called it, ‘rotation and revolution.’ You see, it’s not just confined to the celestial bodies; its web has all of us tangled up in blue. This is not meant to be a downer; it’s rather a positive way of spinning that feeling of frustrated entrapment. Today it’s the loss of a job, tomorrow it will be the failure of a business, and yet days, weeks, months, years and decades on, it will be the death of parents, siblings, relatives, friends, acquaintances and on to your own gradual appointment with the maker.
The question is, “within the cosmic scheme of things, is the question of pride that important?” The answer is visible in the question. These are questions of relativity, and from that point of view, the injustices and inequities meted out to our self-proclaimed “Les Miserables” is nothing in comparison to the greater hellish gates of experience that await us all. This is not to say life is devoid of any meaning, rather the opposite is true- it is filled with everything. So could we put aside that cocky rooster and get on with how every other creature on god’s paradoxical planet gets it on?
We make babies and insult bunnies. We eat fish and chicken, design dogs and cats, hunt for trophies and form a P.E.T.A. We exploit the living daylights out of our natural resources and worry about climate change and the extinction of rain forests, the polar caps and the coral reefs. I do not believe in what we do or do not do, and might I add that I have company aplenty in that school of thought?
This is not because we don’t care, but when has a fanatic ever been level headed? There are religious fanatics, environmental fanatics, animal rights fanatics, food fanatics, fashion fanatics, political fanatics, power hungry fanatics, suicidal fanatics, business fanatics, moral fanatics, GNH fanatics and on and on goes the laundry list. My tribe probably falls into the category, ‘hedonistic-fanatics.’ This is to say, we are all fanatics, in some way, shape or form. But this is not to say that it is something wrong. It is to understand that for all the diversity in the world, there are that many numbers of fanatics.
This is not to dampen your spirits; rather, it is a toast to that very fanaticism. For in the end, the earth takes care of itself, no matter how abusive we fanatics are. The heavens are far too detached from our fanatical reach, but even there we try polluting space (is the Mir International Space Station a travel agency?).
The flower and the bee will survive, along with the fish- for long before we came ashore from the depths of the oceans, they were there, and long after we are gone, they will be there. At the end of the day, what goes around does come around. The earth will be fine; the Milky Way will be fine- like they have always been. It’s the fanatic human lot we have got to be worried about.
Now that is definitely not fine