Cafe At The End Of Time (7.0)

I’ve been walking around a lot lately…aimless wandering…

the practice of purposeful purposelessness. Most people

move to get from point A to point B…what’s in between

has little relevance. Walking around with nothing in mind

or on mind shows meaning to mere being. When our heads

are full of thoughts, we’re not really there.

I was meeting Jerry at “The Lemon Drop Saloon”.  Jerry

had a lot of great ideas and schemes…none of which went

anywhere. You’d think he’d be depressed by now in his

life,  and he was.  I didn’t know if he was going to cheer me

up, or the opposite….I was about to find out.

“Everyone know the Jews were a persecuted people…

but did you know the Jews produced more comedians

than any other ethic group?”

“Why?”

“Maybe because they get the jokes, or maybe because

the joke’s on them?”

“ I think it’s because they learned to tell the truth through

humor…like Shakespeare’s Fool…truth to power sort of

thing.”

“Yeah…ok…”

Another line of conversation fell off the cliff into oblivion.

We didn’t seem to get far with a  topic theses days…this

discussion called moot due to a lack of interest….is this a

symptom of why old people sit on the front porch and

don’t talk?  Do we run out of things to say, questions to

ponder? Is it because we’ve got the answers, or, because

the questions themselves were irrelevant to begin with?

“They say that truffles are irresistible because they give

off a mammalian pheromone scent…”

“So?”

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I remember the Tibetan monks watching professional

football on T.V.  for the first time. When the two sides

would crash into each other after the ball was snapped,

the monks almost burst a gut they laughed so hard.

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Someone in the pueblo is always sharing their music

with  those that live around them….sometimes the

churches have music on their P.A. systems…sometimes

it’s the one in the zocalo…”paraiso”,  “paradise”, is a

common name here for shops, salons…people here have

a sense of what paradise means:  it means finding

yourself in a place where you can be yourself.

"Darwinism stresses conflict and competition; that doesn't square with the evidence. A lot of organisms that survive are in no sense superior to those that have gone extinct. It's not a question of "better than"; it's simply a matter of finding a place where you can be yourself. That's what evolution is about." Brian Goodwin

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My dad was like that coach in “Rocky”:  “You gotta

be tougher than the rest of them,  Johnny…”

I really could see the world through his eyes. And I really

thought his view was narrow…distorted because of the

personal causes and conditions of his life. There is no

doubt that he was a compassionate man and helped a lot

of his kin….

….I remember when I was four helping my dad take

the trash out back to the can….he was tipsy, and he

fell down and he laughed. I was shocked, because at

that age I thought when you fell down you were

supposed to cry.