Purpose and Love

The scene is common enough. You go to a fast food restaurant and you order a burger and fries. The cashier looks somewhere down by your neck when you ask for two catsups, reaches down into the inscrutably gigantic catsup bin and hands you a fist full of perhaps five, six, or seven catsups. Inversely, if you ask for just catsup, you will get two.

I doubt people are trained to behave this way, after all, you can observe the same responses in McDonalds, Burger King and Carl’s.
One thing is for certain; they are all human.

There is something spooky about this kind of behavior and by extension, our humanity. The human brain seems more to monitor and discharge the dictates of the human will, and I will admit freely that I believe in the spiritual component, this one aspect called the soul, but I do not understand the capitulation to mindlessness so common to our species.

During the past year, our nation voted for a man who promised to bankrupt the coal industry, our ‘democratic’ government passed a bill into law that renders 300 million or so TV sets as obsolete without buying a digital converter box and is now in the process of ‘selling’ the remaining radio bandwidths to the highest bidders (tax paying citizens do not qualify for any dividend from said transaction). Our ‘democratic’ government also voted to amend our nations debt crisis by paying for it with an even higher debt. Russia, which is far more bankrupt than the U.S., is creating military satellites like Venezuela around the world in the good old Soviet tradition we saw only a generation ago.

My thanks to government, for its steadfast resistance to reason and for its indomitable efforts to enslave us all. What purpose at all will it benefit, to reduce so much human potential?

We watch our government and in our media with a similar detachment one has while watching a taffy machine stretch the ingredients of sugar, butter and berry concentrate into a homologous blob of chewy goodness . . . only I note . . . this time, we are the ‘chewy’ part.

Some times I think I can feel my world chewing madly at my legs, and sometimes I can’t. I propel my ‘wheelchair’ to my porch window and look outside. It looks just as tranquil and placid as ever. The sun rises on schedule, it goes down,

I change my bandages, take my vitamins and go to bed. The next day, the day looks the same, but my left arm is missing. Strange . . . I could have sworn I used it to propel my left wheel yesterday.

Perhaps the collective consciousness (Emile Durkheim) and/or the collective unconsciousness (Carl Jung) are the real gears driving the human machine, this common phenomenon we call ‘civilization.’ Why different men are required to think about different parts of the mind is odd, but there you have it.

I am somewhat envious of the cat that can still catch a mouse and chooses to sleep on the kitchen counter. The cat appears in full possession of its ‘cat’ will. It acts without committee or Parliament. It chooses the mouse it will chase and upon which forbidden place in the house to perch.

God bless the cat.

Speaking of God, the amazing and powerful Christ exhibited a will of unmatched proportion, by assuming our humanity suit, straightaway living a perfect life, teaching good common sense to the masses and then facing Pilate in answer to the his question, “Art thou the king of the Jews?” And in answer, he said openly, inviting his death with the absolute truth, which he forbade himself to deny, “thou sayest”.
I believe the record of this history. This demonstrates the maximum capacity of the human will. The human nervous system has trillions of nerves, all capable in concert, of telling the brain to avoid pain, but can they register love too?

The record states that Jesus came “that we might have life, and have it more abundantly.” And too, “for God so loved the world . . .”

I note, that our Christ did not die for the cat.

There was nothing mindless about the life Jesus led. Jesus counted the catsup. Believe what you will, but to follow His life, is my salvation. His example is anathema to my mindless drift, the taffy disappears and I feel myself standing again at my window . . .

More eager than ever to shovel that new white stuff that keeps falling on my sidewalk.

Milton