Happiness Matters

Stay ahead of the curve, and one day the world will catch up. If you are present when the world catches you and approves of you, you have fallen behind. The world may label you a success, but your lazy or lingering quiescence---your concern for and/or enjoyment of appreciation---has proven you a failure. Yet, it appears that a certain amount of recognition is necessary for functional productivity. These are puzzling and disturbing thoughts. These are thoughts that actively acknowledge the gap between greatest and good. These are thoughts that bear (a bright) light upon the frailty of one's humanity. These are familiar thoughts.

I believe it may not be necessary to expand on the written thought above. But due to the frailty of my humanity, I will probably do so, regardless.

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Or perhaps not...

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Except to say...

The ultimate transcendence---the unencumbered purity of spirituality---is only attainable if one is able to forever stay just far enough ahead of the curve to listen and question and understand, and not so near as to create distraction or weaken resolve; just far enough ahead of the curve to maintain sincere respect and interdependence, and not so near as to cloud judgment with pride or envy or greed; just far enough ahead of the curve to still marvel at love and light and beauty, and not so near as to be overcome by gathering clouds and unnerving shadows and impenetrable darkness; just far enough ahead of the curve to maximize functional productivity, and not so near as to create a longing to linger.

The ultimate transcendence---the unencumbered purity of spirituality---is only attainable through willing acts of balanced mutual beneficence.

The ultimate transcendence---the unencumbered purity of spirituality---is only attainable in this Life; in this World.

For those who believe in an Afterlife, I believe it must be earned in this Life; in this World.

For those who do not believe in an Afterlife, I believe a transcendence---an unencumbered purity of spirituality---can be created in this Life; in this World.

It does not matter what you believe; it matters what you do.

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Thinking About Thinking About Happiness

This week I have been thinking about what to think about. Last week I received my annual influx of gift cards to spend as I wish at my local big box bookseller. I purchased the following:
  • "The Human Age: The World Shaped by Us" written by Diane Ackerman.
  • "The Sixth Extinction: An Unnatural History" written by Elizabeth Kolbert.
  • "The Blue Mind" written by Wallace J. Nichols.
  • "Turn Right at Machu Picchu: Rediscovering the Lost City One Step at a Time" written by Mark Adams.
  • "Genghis Khan and the Making of the Modern World" written by Jack Weatherford.
  • "The Christian Delusion: Why Faith Fails" edited by John W. Loftus.
  • "The Stone Reader: Modern Philosophy in 133 Arguments" edited by Peter Catapano and Simon Critchley.
  • "Stoner" written by John Williams.
  • "An Officer and a Spy" written by Robert Harris.
  • "Avenue of Mysteries" written by John Irving.

I do not yet know what I will learn from these selections (there are always surprises), nor have I decided in what order I will read them. I typically have one fiction and (at least) one non-fiction going simultaneously. I currently have about a week left on a non-fiction financial primer ("Get Rich Carefully" by James Cramer) on stocks. Though far outside of my usual fare, and (because of that ridiculous maxim about having money to make money) unlikely to benefit in the implied regard, I am pleasantly surprised by its readability and by what I am learning. So now that you are apprised of my infinitely interesting upcoming plans for learning excursions and considerations, I will charm and edify with further explanation and expectations; (if this were a phone text, you would see "lol" inserted here).

I intend to read the first two books listed above back-to-back, or perhaps even in conjunction. The first section (of five) in Diane Ackerman's "The Human Age" is titled "Welcome to the Anthropocene" and Chapter 5 (of 13) in Elizabeth Kolbert's "The Sixth Extinction" is titled "Welcome to the Anthropocene." Both books obviously appear to deal with how humans have impacted our home, but one is billed as an optimistic, hopeful look ahead (Ackerman), while the other (Kolbert), at first glance, appears to take a more realistic and/or factual/objective perspective. Kolbert won a Pulitzer for her efforts. I am looking forward to the potential contrast.

I have always been attracted to the peace and calm of water. I love being around (probably in this order) the ocean, large rivers, and large lakes. Marine Biologist, Wallace J. Nichols (in "The Blue Mind") promises some rational, researched explanation for this magical enchantment. I will likely choose to read this book at a time when I feel a calming is in order; which quite truthfully is most days.

"Turn Right at Machu Picchu" appears to be a nice mix of history, travelogue, and humor. Mark Adams newer book ("Meet Me in Atlantis") was also considered, but (with a nod to Cramer) I opted for the less expensive paperback.

From my limited store of knowledge, I have always been fascinated by Genghis Khan. It appears he was considered a tyrant by history (at least by Western history), and by his enemies; but from what I have discovered, he was very fair and progressive for his time. After some research, I chose a book that I believe will present an objective portrayal of one of the most powerful and influential leaders the world has ever known.

With "The Christian Delusion" I intend to feed my natural skepticism of all things pretending any degree of certainty, and I intend to continue my quest for questions. I have learned, and now enthusiastically recognize the reality that searching for answers only begets a seemingly infinite parade of additional questions. So I have cut out the middle man. Instead of searching for answers or seeking truth, I am simply following one question in order to be introduced to the next question. In this anthology of fifteen essays, from nine different contributors, I plan to read carefully, critically, and skeptically, and I expect to come away with deeper, more complex, and more controversial questions that will encourage an ever-expanding creative, constructive tension.

I am more uncertain in my expectations for "The Stone Reader." I am fairly confident that I will find some nuggets, but as another anthology, (this one with 133 entries), I believe this could turn into more of a textbook type review; which is okay. It has been a couple of years since I have read any sort of philosophy overview, which (for me) is occasionally necessary.

Of the remaining three selections, (all fiction), one is written by one of my favorite authors, one has been described as a "beautiful" and "perfect" novel, and one is historical fiction (one of my favorite genres) found on the bargain table; (one of my favorite tables).

I look forward to the surprises that await.

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Happy Christmas Adventure

Twas the night after Christmas, and I had forgotten

There's people nearby, and here I was fotten;

I'd had some baked beans and a couple of brews,

A brat with some kraut: I was startin' to snooze;

Our guests were sprawled snugly, all full of good cheer,

With visions of football and bottles of beer;

Mamma gave me the look, as I blamed the dog,

Then we all settled back with our day-old cheese log,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

We sprang from our stupor to see what was the matter.

Away to the window we flew like a flash,

In time to see critters all into the trash

The moon on the pests in the new fallen cans

Inspired me to muster some audacious plans,

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a whole damn parade of opossum and deer,

And raccoons and foxes, and long-legged hare

And I knew soon to follow, moose, gator, and bear.

More rapid than the buzzards that circled above

I whistled and shouted, "Herewith and Thereof!"

"Now Bobby! Now Stevie! Now Timmy, and James!

And you two! Come with! I don't know your names!

Let's sneak out the back door, and we'll hide near the wall!

Forthwith! Fortify! And we'll chase away all!"

As lush leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When we meet with an obstacle, plans may go awry,

So out to the stone wall, us soldiers we flew,

One hand held a weapon, the other a brew.

While Bobby was tinkling, we heard feasting jaws,

The prancing and gnawing of sharp teeth and sharp claws.

As I pulled down my head and was turning around,

I'd lost two brave men passed out on the ground.

So now down to five, we stood and we drew

Our weapons more suited for cooking a stew.

With spoons and spatulas raised high for attack,

We not-so-discreetly advanced on the pack.

Our eyes---how they narrowed! Our grimaces firm!

The pack simply watched us, with nary a squirm.

James screamed and ran off when he saw a mouse stirring;

I'd say what he said but his speech it was slurring.

Surprised by James' fear, we gritted our teeth,

Down to four, we encircled the pack like a wreath.

They now seemed to tense; each filling its belly,

Intending to guard their effluvial deli.

We were chubby and plump, they were feral and lean,

I began to foresee some results unforeseen;

With a wink of my eye, and a twist of my head,

I signaled retreat to consider my dread;

I spoke a few words, and the others agreed,

Our mission could wait till they'd finished their feed.

It wasn't too long, the pack made a mad dash,

No doubt to go pillage less picked-over trash.

So in victory formation, we marched back inside,

The heroes come home; full of beer, full of pride.

And I heard Mamma exclaim, as I opened a beer,

"Those two neighbor cats, bring such Christmas cheer!

Now march back outside and clean up their mess!"

Happy Christmas, I thought; to all, nonetheless.

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Wizarding Happiness

"This is a story about magic and where it goes and perhaps more importantly where it comes from and why, although it doesn't pretend to answer all or any of these questions.

It may, however, help to explain why Gandalf never got married and why Merlin was a man. Because this is also a story about sex, although probably not in the athletic, tumbling, count-the-legs-and-divide-by-two sense unless the characters get totally beyond the author's control. They might.

However, it is primarily a story about a world. Here it comes now. Watch closely, the special effects are quite expensive."

The paragraphs above are the opening words from Terry Pratchett's 1987 novel "Equal Rites." I have been meaning to---(good intentions, and all that)---read Terry Pratchett for some time now, but at the moment of this specific written thought, the only Terry Pratchett words I have read are those words from the passage above. It is a great beginning. And it feels like a springboard into some form of personal exploration. I have no clue where it will take me, but I am at the end of the board, the juices are flowing, and I can feel the springiness... Here I go! Look out!

Shall I jump feet-first into the middle of the sexual gymnastics math problem and consider the complications created by adding a one-legged man into the equation? Or, worse yet, how would we solve for x if we added a one legged man and a one-legged woman? Or should I first fly by and consider the origins and destinations of magic, and perhaps take a potshot at a wizard or two? Eventually, I most definitely (and most defiantly) want to explore out of control, and perhaps even defend, condone, and absolve a certain amount of impetuous recklessness. Or perhaps I need to first justify the extravagance and expense of the special effects which from where I sit appear way overdone but if I fly higher to gain a big picture worldview perhaps the distant fuzziness will aid in clarifying the necessity of such foolhardy, madcap luxury. Perhaps... Perhaps... Perhaps...

Blurred vision, lack of detail, and lack of definition, all to aid in clarity. This is where I shall begin. It sounds oxymoronic;---(is that a word?)---perhaps due to the high altitude and lack of oxygen necessary for one to convince oneself of their all-seeing, all-knowing powers of omniscience. (I know; redundant, but I must ensure I reach as many oxygen-starved brains as possible.) This omniscience---(the all-seeing, all-knowing part)---is an origin of some magic, and some of those who pull it off with consistency and aplomb are wizards. Some of the most powerful wizards can see into the future, (in our society) often in four-year increments. There are many wizards though who operate on cycles of varying times based on the ebb and flow of their powers. Some wizards are wizards-for-life thanks to the power being handed down from parents to children. And then there are those flash-in-the-pan wizards who create a bedazzling burst of loud, powerful, extravagant, expensive magic and then quickly disappear with their take, perhaps to reappear (or not) at a later time with more magic, for more profit. I believe all wizards to be of the "flash-in-the-pan" variety. Even a wizard-for-life is a flash-in-the-pan as seen by the eye-of-all-that-has-ever-existed. And as I explore, I recognize that perhaps this expanse of past-and-future forever-and-everness, that we fondly call time, is perhaps the greatest magic trick of... well... of all time. Yet, from where I sit, this most powerful of all magics is not wizard-work, but the simple day-to-day creations of hard-working, uncertain, skeptical individuals unable to see beyond the next question; (much less, four years into the future). Ain't that a kick in the head? Wizards are charlatans, and any individual who chooses to, can perform the greatest magic there is.

And where does all this magic go? I believe wizard-work magically disappears (often after a profit of some sort), and I believe (daily, sincere, productive) hard work magically travels to the future. Too succinct? Tough. It is how I see it.

So now I believe I will explore out of control. If you read the opening Pratchett quote carefully, you understand that fictional characters may escape the author's control, and as fictional characters they are essentially imaginative creations of the mind, or thoughts, thus doing minimal harm unless some crazy in the world translates these thoughts into actions, at which point I would argue that not only can you not censor thoughts, but also as a crazy the crazy was likely having their own thoughts that were possibly even more dangerous and out of control than the author's out of control thoughts, therefore the author's out of control thoughts may have served as a safer outlet for crazy than the original unfocused crazy thoughts of the actual crazy, leading me to also believe that I should allow my personal thoughts to rove randomly and rampantly in wild bands of hooligan thoughts through the dark midnights of my mind not only because this is more truthful and I believe otherwise would be delusional, but also because by doing so I may prevent (though I don't believe, for me, it is possible---but you never know) a DefCon 4 or 5 buildup of crazy; and besides I can no more control my thoughts than I can my dreams and nightmares, (though there are times when I can control my dreams, which is quite empowering), so why not let them ping crazily through my head to see which synapses light up and which go dark, and to help me make some sense of my search for whatever-it-is-I'm-searching-for. Out of control thoughts are great! Out of control actions and behaviors must be thought through carefully, which I guess actually makes them (at least somewhat) controlled. I believe potential for out of control actions and behaviors resides only in the moment, without thought, because it requires thought to define the last moment or to plan the next moment, so an event such as the sexual gymnastics previously described must consist of multiple thoughtless moments strung together, but since in this case these are merely thoughts posing as fictional characters, if I were to insert myself---(poor choice of words)---into such a circumstance, I will have done so thoughtfully, and having thought about it I believe I will not find myself in such a circumstance, but if I do, I believe I would prefer a vantage point on high as a lookout for the one-legged man and/or the one-legged woman who could skew the results. After all, we can't have skewed results.

And that, my Friends, is the point that ties it all together. We must somehow figure out how to take a worldview that excludes skewed results; which from where I sit means, when I consider my worldview, I must exclude wizard-thought and wizard-work, and I must encourage out of control thoughts because of their potential to connect with and expedite productive hard-work, and I must believe in the magic of time travel, and I must fly low enough so I am able to account for the one-legged peoples of this world.

It was a very springy board. Thank you Pratchett!

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Happiness in its Place

I have 3 topics heavily impacting my thought this week; each prompted by 3 completely unrelated sets of circumstance:

  1. Suffering;
  2. Disappointment; and
  3. Exploitation.

So far in this Life, I have often found the emotional suffering of seeing someone close to me suffer, to be far more intense than any physical suffering experienced myself. Many would agree that the feelings of helplessness associated with this secondary suffering are such that you would willingly trade places. But would this be a loving sacrifice? Or would it be a gesture of self-aggrandizing exaltation? To determine where, along this spectrum, one's intentions lie would require an objective determination of a) sincerity, b) individual perceived differences in the intensity of respective suffering as circumstance is reversed, and perhaps c) the magnitude of the sacrifice as compared to the magnitude of the resultant increase in power; (because with martyrdom does come a certain amount of power). Though this is a thought experiment, and I realize that one cannot, in most instances, actually, physically or emotionally, trade places, I do remember how a recent, personal hospital stay of my own upset my daughter, so perhaps I should give some thought to the possibility that my desire to trade places with her this week is selfish. Perhaps her feelings of helplessness were equally as (or more) intense three months ago than what I feel this week. Perhaps I need to be strong for her, from here.

Last week I was asked by a friend to read her recently-finished, first-draft novel she had written as part of her Master's Program. I was flattered to be asked. She made me promise truthfulness. And being truthful, it was an enjoyable read. And also being truthful, I foresee some disappointment. I have experienced emotional attachment with personal creative effort, and I have experienced disappointment when a valued opinion of another is at odds with my own opinion that has perhaps been made murky by cross-eyed infatuation. In this case, it truthfully was an enjoyable read, but there are some gaps and some distractions. I believe that to help, I should truthfully point out the gaps and distractions without filling or correction. I have some filler suggestions, but it is her story and must remain so. I must refrain from filling gaps. And as for corrections, some general housekeeping, (from a copyedit perspective), I believe would be appropriate, but the detail (in this context of a Master's Program) should probably be left to her. I cannot say with any degree of certainty what would be best for her story, but since asked, I can be, and I will be, truthful about the gaps and distractions.

There are many days I feel as if I am a mere conduit for others; a contrivance to assist another to move from point A to point B; a means to an end. Of late, in one particular setting/circumstance, it has become rare to feel as if I am respected; autonomous; an end unto itself. As I consider the flow reversed though, I also see that in many of my transactions with others, I too am often inclined to utilize another as a stepping stone. So if this is a common practice, at what point does one cross the line from a mutually agreed-upon transaction to exploitation. I have some thoughts. Nearly two years ago, (in the post "Devaluing Happiness"), I differentiated between market transactions and their related currencies, and human transactions and their related currencies. I believe any market transaction utilizing market currencies (including money, power, influence, and/or a claim for the greater good), but posing as a human transaction is an attempt at exploitation. I believe when the quantity or frequency or depth of market currencies noticeably outweigh the layers of human currencies (including trust, compassion, understanding, responsibility, respect, goodwill, emotional interaction, and productive two-way communication), yet an individual or organization claims a human transaction, the line has been crossed. Of late, in one particular setting/circumstance, this pretentious falsity of presenting a market transaction as a human transaction has crossed the line into exploitation.

It is an interesting convergence of thought. To share that one is in the midst of suffering, disappointment, and exploitation would very possibly elicit empathy and/or sympathy from some, yet to look closely it is likely that each one of us is experiencing some degree of each in some specific circumstance in any given week; perhaps not as sharply defined as this week, but nonetheless... And yes, at this point in my written thought, I could, (and I guess I will), repeat oft-stated beliefs that to examine and even embrace adversity will lead to learning and growth, whereas to ignore or deny the consistent existence of adversity will lead to a delusional, (though possibly comfortable), stagnation and ignorance.

So...

In addition to being a reminder, this week's convergence of thought has also led me to recognize, (or at least consider the possibility), that:

  1. I am more likely to aid another in the alleviation of their suffering by taking ownership of and remaining strong in my own suffering; and also by offering meaningful words of comfort, and (perhaps most importantly) thoughtful acts of service.
  2. Each lifetime, each week, each day, and each moment will contain gaps and distractions, and (when asked) I should truthfully assist another in identifying those gaps and distractions; but I should not become a co-author.
  3. When I am told that a human transaction minus human currencies plus market currencies remains equal to a human transaction, I should double check the math; and if I determine that the market currencies are greater than the human currencies, I should correct the math and share my equation. But if it is a circumstance not conducive to sharing or if I am unable to encourage subtraction of market currencies and/or addition of human currencies on the other side, I should recognize the exploitation and work toward a more equitable equation by adding market currencies and/or subtracting human currencies on my side. From experience, I have found that (unfortunately), as I add market currency and/or subtract human currency, eventually the equation will come to a sum of zero.

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I have come to the end of this week. My daughter is improving, I am delivering (and feeling some personal backlash of) disappointment on Tuesday, and I will do my damnedest to avoid a zero sum equation. Overall, it has been a productive week.

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