Please Read These Words

You just don’t have any control over the situation at hand.  The soul’s formula lies in that split second of time between experiencing confidence in our being, to that moment of total sensation loss.  The sensation either manifests itself in destruction of the spirit, or an extreme pleasure beyond the description potential within a word.  In this middle ground lies the human ego, toiling over the good and evil of every human convention, outlining the social and individual grounds of our minds.  Whatever.  That’s just an opinion in a nutshell. 

Whenever the drone of self-inquiry, and the interrogation of others and the universe at large gets too great, the perfect statement is, “Let’s go to the beach…” Or, as it is for many across the land, “Let’s get drunk…”  Rum and Coors Light.   What a frightening sight for my bowels.  Alcohol and shopping malls and Barbie Dolls drinking Red Bull vodka on the Jersey shore suckin’ jock cock with block away perfume…  As you can see, the negativity is easy to run with.  One day, Boom!  And every idiot box will explode, sending every channel surfing zombie to a fiery doom beyond the gates of hell.  But hell, I gotta admit my guilt.  I obviously have done my share of remoting on the couch. Dukes of Hazard reruns on a stoned unemployed Tuesday afternoon.  

Looking back on that show, we had something special going on in that cast:  Bo and Luke the good ‘ol boys breaking the law, or bending it a bit to serve justice.  Uncle Jesse.  He’s like a combination of Gandolf and Grizzly Adams.  A hearty fellow unafraid to scruff it up in tandem with his speed demon nephews; but also, like Gandolf, he had wisdom and humility.  He tried to guide the heroic pilots of the Dodge Charger toward the most moral path of action.  And then there’s Daisy Duke.  The ever charming woman that most feminists would like to see burned at the stake.  Though her style is a bit rigged for objectifying, I think Miss Duke is a strong example for people everywhere.  Not only is she a down home pound cake strawberry peach of a mama to look at, clearly taking care of herself via plenty of exercise and a diet of organic fruits and veggies, she also knows how to plant her boot between the balls of any man who gets a little too fresh.

            In light of it all, there are moments when there is no light; and then there are mornings when you wake up at sunrise and the dampness of green shimmers like a golden carpet.  You feel born again upon a starting line with the gun going off.  Or maybe you see the dusky sun glowing over a world awaiting rest. These are moments when you know you don’t really need to know anything except what it is you see before your eyes.