Crazy World

 

Mexican clouds and sunny afternoon…

baritone over an amplifier echos off

the mountains…….BOOM! a fireworks 

rocket explodes at the moment of the

singers crescendo….BRAVO!

I live in Mexico! Sometimes I forget and

just think it’s the world I’m used to and

everybody just happens to speak 

Spanish and look the way they do. I

speak a little Spanish, but get by on

facial expressions and gestures like

an Italian. Most Americans use language

because they’re such uncreative stiffs,

and that’s the way it is with them,

nothing to make a fuss about, best of

luck. Many of them think all they need

to communicate is a wad of money, and

they’re somewhat right. It’s amazing 

how much English Mexicans know 

when they’re trying to get your dough.

And so it goes….sometimes easy,

sometimes not so. They call it life, but,

what do they know? The play of 

phenomena is the thing in which the 

truth is revealed. If only we’d pay more

attention…lost in the wilderness of this 

and that, causes and conditions, desires,

briefs and prejudices. Most need a 

reboot, a bath, a new paradigm. Don’t 

worry, Baby, The Great Awakening is 

happening right now. Be honest; you 

know that something’s happening here, 

but you don’t know what it is. Do you,

Mr. Jones?

You don’t have to look that hard. It’s all

around you. Suspend disbelief/belief 

and open your eyes wider. That’s why 

they’re there….so you can see for 

yourself. If you were blind, you’d have 

someone leading you around. Isn’t that 

what many are dong now, listening to

“authority”? Seems so to me, but then,

I can see.

Meanwhile, the flowers grow and the 

winds blow…showers come and go this

time of year. At the same time, I’m 

morphing as I write. Into what one never 

knows. Right now, I’m the me I 

remember. Man or machine? Wind my 

spring and we’ll talk about it. Just 

kidding….my intelligence, such as it is,

is not artificial. I’ve got that over a 

merry-go-round, a coffee maker that 

can anticipate a latte. I’m a John Henry

that can beat any machine in creativity.

Artificial matrix mind can’t experience 

the fourth dimension. A.I. just a 

glorified copier. No free will. Not that 

most humans practice that. 

“What’s the name of your computer?” 

“Captain Beefheart.” 

I just don’t see that ever happening.

HAL didn’t have free will….just bad

programming.

If you can’t get there from here, the

problem is you don’t realize you’re 

already there, that there really is

nowhere to go. Even when you do 

go, you can see you are always there.

There’s an itch we cannot scratch.

Sometimes our minds are filthy 

rooms full of cockroaches that we 

can’t stand to live in, but that’s our 

home. It doesn’t have to be that way.

We could open the door, go outside

and walk away. At least, we could

clean it up. Why don’t we? Beats me.

Grasping at a brass ring always  

slightly out of reach…you can see them

walking down the street in dark suits.