Happiness: Not Very Nice

The fact that you did not see the pedestrian in the crosswalk, will not bring him back to life. And your refusal to acknowledge that winter is coming, will not keep you warm. And your disdain for those who disagree with you, does not make you right. And your apathy or hatred for those who are different from you, does not make them wrong. And your domineering certainty, will not garner legitimate or long-lasting respect. And your privilege, does not make you smarter. And your perceived entitlement, does not make you capable. And your efforts to do good for people, does not mean you are doing right by them. And your belief that you know what people want, does not translate to helping them with what they need.

As the pedestrian, it is not very gratifying to say, “I told you so.”

One day, you will become the pedestrian and you will understand. But depending upon your vision, your anticipation, your disdain, your apathy, your hatred, your need for control, your certainty, your privilege, your perceived entitlement, your definition of good and your psychic abilities, that day and that understanding may come too late.

I am talking to myself as much as (and more than) I am talking to you. Many of those who have a greater need for this talking-to, are not listening.

How do I convince those in need to listen; not to listen to me, but to listen to their own inner workings. To see their self from outside of their self. To recognize willful ignorance as the circular reasoning that it is. (I do not agree with you because you are untrustworthy. You are untrustworthy because you disagree with me.) Circular reasoning.

If it is not an observable fact with tangible evidence and a consensus that crosses many divides, I have no choice but to say, “I don’t know with certainty.” Instead, if I am inclined to argue, I must say, “I believe.” And I must concede, “you may be right.” I cannot force those who know with certainty to sincerely apply this test and this process to all those things they know with certainty. This process is not difficult to understand, but for many it is difficult to implement because they perceive it as a threat to their essence and their way of life, and that scares the oblivion out of them. This intense and painful fear moves one to practice willful ignorance.

Willful ignorance perpetuates and compounds willful ignorance. And as we surpass a certain critical mass of willful ignorance, it becomes dangerous and destructive. I believe we have surpassed that point. To believe that my worldview—my ego—my willful ignorance should precede reality, is simply not very nice. Those who practice willful ignorance are not very nice people. Perhaps by appealing to one’s sense of decency we will have some greater success in helping people inclined to argue to more frequently say:
“I believe…”
“I don’t know with certainty.”
“You may be right.”

Those who abide by this process are Believers. Believers are nice. Knowers are not very nice. And large groups of Knowers or Knowers with excessive influence are dangerous; especially those Knowers who are also Doers. On the other hand, Believers who are Thinkers and Doers, are much more likely to understand reality and to contribute to the productive advancement of all of Humanity.

I cannot force a Knower to become a Believer. And though many Knowers see themselves as Believers, one cannot be a Believer who Knows.

The fact that you did not see the pedestrian in the crosswalk, will not bring him back to Life.

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Recipes for Happiness

This week I am floundering. I believe we are making progress and I am actively hopeful, yet I remain frustrated and I am feeling more disheartened in this moment, (Wednesday), than I did one week ago. Because I am divided, and in an effort to regain my focus, I believe that this week I will simply share some recipes.

SHRIMP BURGERS

2 lbs. Shrimp, in food processor pulsed to coarse ground
1/8 cup each Holy Trinity (onion, celery, green pepper); minced
1/3 cup bread crumbs
2 tsp brown sugar
1 1/2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp Cajun/Creole Seasoning

Form in patties. Grill over indirect heat w/smoke for 10 to 20 minutes; allow patty to turn from gray to pinkish before flipping to ensure cohesion.

Suggested: top w/ Creole Mustard, Cheese, and Tomato Slice, on choice of bun.

TRIFLOAFLE COAST ROAST

1.5 lbs. shrimp + 1/2 lb. scallops, in food processor pulsed to coarse ground
1/8 to 1/4 cup each Holy Trinity; minced
1/2 cup bread crumbs
2 tsp brown sugar
1 1/2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp Creole/Cajun seasoning
FOR THE TOP:
Combine
Approx 5 tbsp bbq sauce
Approx 1 1/2 tbsp worcestershire sauce

Form in loaf pan or casserole dish and bake covered until done.

Salmon or crab could also be incorporated into the Coast Roast for different flavor profiles, but so roast will hold together flaky fishes or additional dry ingredients should be avoided. Shrimp works best as the anchor ingredient.

Perhaps I have chosen these two recipes to share because (as a pescatarian) for me they represent my personal effort to join new thought and non traditional ingredients with established / conventional mainstays. The shrimp burgers and Trifloafle Coast Roast are not just alternatives but also very nice complements to the traditional hamburger and meatloaf. I have also found that the Coast Roast goes nicely with any larger cut of roasted meat. There is such a diversity in tastes today, with so many options, that I believe it has become necessary to go beyond simple tolerance, (which will always be the first step), and seek compatibility leading to synergy on a common ground.

That sounds like a lot of interpretation for an unadorned reworking of readily available ingredients; but this week I need to be reminded that, with some effort, new thought and old thought can come together to create a greater whole.

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Default Mode Happiness

I write regularly. I write to inspire one person to think at a deeper level in order to act more thoughtfully. Today that person is me. One day I will no longer be inspired; or even inspirable. When that day comes, I hope that my written thought will allow me to live on in spirit by inspiring another to think at a deeper level in order to act more thoughtfully. I will not be so bold as to presume I will influence more than one, (and one is merely the most viable goal I can reach for), but I will be so bold as to believe that for the sake of Humanity, we must find inspiration to think at a deeper level in order to act more thoughtfully.

Today it is necessary for me to write for me. Seven weeks ago I submitted written thought espousing “A freedom to define myself, without apologizing.” To test this possibility, recently I have shared some written thought with a select few and reactions have reminded me that as a person each of us is sluggish and slow because each of us is overloaded with empirical baggage; baggage that limits freedom. Some are so overloaded that they can no longer reach for their intangible, ineffable, ethereal spirit. Others choose to cease communications with this furtive, incomprehensible self. Still others make some effort to communicate but do so on a schedule and/or according to convention. And I have found that after I work to communicate spiritually with another, I have picked up additional baggage dropped off by the recipient of my effort. Often, this additional baggage is not left intentionally but because this sudden drive-by attempted spiritual connection takes them by surprise. I believe though that perhaps an initial one-way spiritual reach will ultimately/eventually touch another in some way. It may feel clumsy and I may be uncomfortable with the result, but perhaps I can learn to immediately offload the additional baggage that has come in the form of this worrisome fumbled exchange, knowing that the potential would not otherwise be.

This encumbrance, this physical self that I am forced to drag with me most everywhere I go, is an excuse that I use to forgive myself for losing sight of, ignoring and/or compartmentalizing my spiritual self. “I don’t feel good.” “I need to rest.” “I just want to watch my (mindless, inane) TV show and go to bed.” “I really need that last piece of coconut cream pie.” “I overslept.” “I just don’t have time.” “She wouldn’t understand.”I don’t want to overstep my bounds.” “I don’t want to make him mad.” “They would make fun of me.”

Yes, there are times when my body truly slows me down, but I believe this is an exception because I believe that as long as one retains mental acuity one can always find a workaround; one can always make a better choice; one can always think deeper thoughts. Some of the excuses above, (look at the last four), illustrate one’s aversion to mental baggage that may result from spiritual (or at least truthful and sincere) effort. Regardless of their explicability, because these feelings include physical reaction, they are excuses. Think about it; anxiety is fear and fear elicits a physical reaction. It is difficult-to-nearly-impossible to completely escape the bounds of one’s empirical baggage.

But I come closer to that freedom with written thought. And when I work to share that spiritual sense of my self, no matter the baggage dropped by others at my feet, and no matter how much of that baggage I feel compelled to pick up, I owe no apology. To some, if I am disagreeing with an entrenched personal belief, it may feel like a physical attack. It is not. I am simply encouraging them to think at a deeper level in order to act more thoughtfully. Any physical reaction is a result of personal fears and anxieties, and for that I will not apologize.

When one works to express the ineffability of spirituality it often comes across as weak and disjointed platitudes. As I said, I come closer to escaping the bounds of my empirical self in the solitudinous depths of my written thought; and this in turn can be translated into more thoughtful action. But, though actions really do speak (to others) louder than words, I must first have the words thought and felt at a deeper level of my self in order to act more and more thoughtfully. So perhaps the takeaway, the reminder, is that spirituality is an individual endeavor that must constantly evolve. And perhaps this is why I instinctively stated that I must focus my efforts on only one individual. Today that individual is me.

But if my efforts to share personal spirituality have the potential to touch another in such a way that this other individual is encouraged to actively pursue their own spiritual growth, (and I am recognizing that there is that potential), then I also feel compelled to share. I am at a crossroads. For more than seven years I have kept my written thought to myself. Today I see additional potential; one individual at a time. And though I am somewhat anxious about the possibility of additional baggage that may result from sharing, I should not apologize for sharing this truer version of me.

Forgive the repetition.

Forgive the repetition. Two or three themes stand out:
1. Individually, we need to think at a deeper level in order to act more thoughtfully;
2. There is little to no potential for inspiration if I am unwilling to share my essence; and
–2a. I should not have to apologize.

Those who define any aspect of their world as “us and them” in that regard are unable to reach toward their essence. There are many individuals who align their empirical identity with an “us” and cringe at the concept of global or universal oneness. What I believe many people have some difficulty grasping is that this unity, this wholeness, is not a result of me magnanimously immersing myself in a global identity; this harmonious accord comes about as a result of me stripping away my ego, offloading my empirical baggage, and having no choice but to a) recognize the relative inconsequentiality of my empirical impact, b) see the wonder and import of ALL (past, present and future) Humanity, and c) let go.

It is interesting that for one to find their personal essence, one must lose their personal essence.

The good news, (or bad news), is that the world will invade my peace, reinstate my ego and remind me again of my empirical baggage. But perhaps by thinking, and writing, alone, and then working to thoughtfully share my essence, I will on occasion return to my essence. And perhaps each time I journey back and forth, I can offload a little more baggage and pick up a little less. And perhaps this will bring me incrementally greater peace within this physical self and within this physical world. And when I come close to the point in which I am no longer inspired or inspirable, perhaps I will have found the peace to carry me through.

Recent studies have hinted that uncertainty that comes about from lowering one’s defenses actually enhances neuroplasticity enabling one to make more connections and think at deeper levels in order to act more thoughtfully / spiritually / essentially. Yes, more repetition; but I believe that is another major theme coming from this week’s written thought. In my case it is restless repetition. Repeated journeys, in and out, back and forth, over and over, here and there, questioning conventional wisdom, searching for a different angle from which to approach my essence. Skeptical spirituality. Shared; one person at a time.

Perhaps my restlessness as demonstrated merely reflects the pervasive restlessness apparent in a majority of individuals in recent years. Leading up to 2016 and continuing through today, it appears that we feel change is necessary. And to our credit, we are sharing truthful and sincere effort but I believe it is misguided. I believe this blanket restlessness is motivated by a desire for predictable comfort and security which appears to be a reasonable inclination, but is misguided because the underlying desire is actually for mindlessly pleasant repetition. I believe we should seek security through the adversity of repeated journeys seeking personal spirituality, while acknowledging the necessity of uncertainty.

Looking more closely at these elements:

  • I must recognize the value of, and I must consistently choose, adversity over comfort.
  • I should focus on how I can contribute to the security of future generations and not on the warm-fuzzy security of my favorite TV show and a big slice of coconut cream pie.
  • I must seek uncertainty, I must value uncertainty, and I must acknowledge that predictability is a delusional myth.
  • I must reject mindlessness and consistently choose to think at a deeper level in order to act more thoughtfully.
  • And I must seek spirituality and offload empirical baggage.

This week I am reading Michael Pollan’s newest book “How to Change Your Mind”. It is an examination of how psychedelics, (such as psilocybin and LSD), aid in expanding one’s consciousness by stripping away the ego, and from there how this process can help with addiction, depression, and fear of death; mental illness and anxieties that may result from rigid or confined thinking. Psychedelics temporarily create thousands of new connections in the human brain and leave a lasting impression of that potential. This is where I am working to be when I write alone.

Nearing the end of the book, a correlation is made between the openness, creativity, and diversity of thought in an adult human brain influenced by psychedelics and those same characteristics in a newborn baby brain influenced by Life. As the years progress the “Default Mode Network” takes over and we lose the ability to consistently think at a deeper level. Last week I was able to watch my 6 month old granddaughter living the wonder of her new Life. It is pretty cool to think that babies are tripping all of the time. But as adults, the default mode network is more than okay; it is necessary for us to be able to translate the potential of thousands of new connections into more thoughtful action.

Repeated journeys.
In and out.
Back and forth.
Over and over.
Here and there.
Questioning conventional wisdom.
Different angles.
Approach my essence.
Skeptical spirituality.
Shared.
One person at a time.
Restless repetition.

Restless repetition.

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Happiness rebuffed

THE DRAGON

Huff the tragic dragon lies but cannot see
Diabolic twists and verbal mists are still dishonesty
His friend fox reads news papers that love that rascal Huff
They hide his flings his stealing tax and other chancy stuff, oh

Huff the tragic dragon lives so speciously
And frolics in unchanging myths most injudiciously
Huff the tragic dragon lives hyperbole
Such bollocks with the facts dismissed in a land of fantasy

Together they would travel on a boast with billowed sail
His friend fox kept a lookout perched on Huff's gigantic tale
Noble kings and princes would bow whene'er he came
They found it advantageous to cater to his fame

Oh, Huff the tragic dragon lives absurdity
Vitriolic we won't coexist with love and empathy
Huff the tragic dragon ungives reality
Bucolic in his lovers tryst with unjust enmity

Now braggin' lives forever but not so flimsy poise
Those tainted kings and circus rings become just background noise
One night soon the cameras and crowds will come no more
And from Huff that swollen dragon we'll not hear his bloated roar

His head will hang in sorrow and he will still complain
But with no more tomorrow he'll bring us no more pain
So Huff that puffy dragon still will misbehave
But without his friend the fox then Huff will do it from his cave

Oh Huff the tragic dragon lives now friendlessly
Symbolic of how he insists man dwell divisively
So Huff the tragic dragon outlives his infamy
And rollicks in his family's midst with Eric on his knee

THE MERMAID

Re-Buff the magic mermaid, no party loyalty
She frolics in the Zeitgeist grist, unpolitically
Because she lets truth shape her, she knows she's had enough
Of apron strings, concealing facts and other stupid stuff, oh

Re-Buff the magic mermaid, convex concavity
She frolics in-out/side of myths to be and not to be
Re-Buff the magic mermaid lives adversity
Catabolic shifts that will insist that I am you are me

Together we can travel on a boat with common sail
Together we will look out for a nor'sou'easter gale
Ignoble politicians, one side, one brain, one game
Bureaucracy and piracy, the other side's to blame

Re-Buff the magic mermaid forgives animosity
Vitriolic fits will but insist on immaturity
Re-Buff the magic mermaid lives inside of me
Melancholic mix of twists expressed as sadness hopefully

Bandwagons will endeavor to make a lot of noise
Acquainted kings and flashy bling, inflates, divides, destroys
The wealth gap will continue, til devotees come no more
Then perhaps one day pretentious kings will cease their fearless roar

Her head is bent in sorrow, today Re-Buff's in pain
She's worried for tomorrow and if we'll be humane
Without more widespread friendships to help us to behave
We may feel filled with power but we'll take that to our grave

Re-Buff the magic mermaid, lives this thoughtful parody
Bucolic wish to coexist, a dream of unity
Re-Buff the magic mermaid lives for you and me
Symbolic of no politics, no Trump or Hillary

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Happiness, lost at sea

"'Saudade': an inexplicable longing, an unnamed and enigmatic yearning of the soul; ...the desire to be transported from darkness into light, to be touched by the hand of that which is not of this world."
--Nick Cave, 1999.

And so we move from duende to saudade; from spasmodic waves to desperate whispers; from freakish grace to obtuse buoyancy; from strident urgency to pensive hunger.

It is a circular progression.

"Duende is ardent and frenzied and fervent, yet it will not consume. Duende is creation and death. Duende is intimate and ferocious. Duende is paradoxical; filled with the joy of Light and suffused with the pain and fear of Living. Duende is necessary."
November, 2014.

Saudade is quiet and fretful and desperate, and it threatens to consume. Saudade is a search for answers and a desire for enlightenment. Saudade is distant and aloof. Saudade torments, with no malice; filled with a haunting promise that cannot be revealed, and suffused with the pain of Living and the fear of Death. Saudade is unavoidable.

Duende encourages Living.

Saudade drives purpose.

A focus on saudade without duende leaves one grasping; lost at sea; recklessly and dramatically holding up this and that superficiality as an Answer. Then tossing these overboard to embrace a new Answer. And on occasion, creating a larger-than-life framework to support a favored myth.

A Life Purpose should be important. A Life Purpose should be beyond meaningful. A Life Purpose should be Grand. A Life Purpose should be filled with the Happiness of Truth and Wisdom. Yet duende asks us to live the mundane; and the inane; and the profane; and the dark sounds. How can I build the splendor I desire, the glory I require, by merely living my life? For me, the answer lies in the dark sounds; in their cracks and crevices, in the surrounding space of their gravitational pull, and in the outer reaches of their searching tendrils. For me, these dark sounds constantly exchange influence with Light. I can choose to avoid the dark sounds, but on occasion I will be caught on a periphery; or briefly snatched and held by a reaching tendril. I believe this is as it should be. And I believe that on occasion I should choose to immerse myself within the dark sound. I believe it is within this intermingling ebb and flow and especially within the pulsating influence of the dark sounds where I will connect with greater meaning. For me to experience saudade, I must begin in duende; and here, on the cusp, I must choose. Do I wallow in the quagmires of saudade, reaching and yearning for Light, and pretending some distant light is the Answer? Or do I acknowledge the alluring artifice, and traverse the tricky entanglements to find my own way? I believe by listening with empathy, the dark sounds will provide a momentum enabling me to better work my way through the seductions of saudade. Living is duende. Living is work.

"Each Word has as many interpretations as reflections in crystal"
--from The Clockwork Dynasty, a Novel by Daniel H. Wilson.

It is important to understand differing interpretations. For some I may have added unnecessary complexity, ineffability and/or ambiguity. For some saudade is a defined or a definable longing. (Other definitions will fall between these obscure-to-tangible extremes.) For those who need to feign control but still recognize and manage dark sound - okay; I understand a need for security. But for those who consistently claim an unwavering certainty of direction and purpose, duende becomes expendable; deaf to dark sound, I believe these individuals wallow.

For me, duende must be work. It is messy. It is difficult. It is complex. But I believe that any answer that is not work is not an answer. Saudade without duende misinforms and leads one astray. In today's culture of egocentric consumerism, an impulse buy is saudade - a trip to the grocery store is duende; a glass of wine is saudade - a glass of tap water is duende; plastic surgery is saudade - a triple bypass is duende; easy, feel-good answers represent saudade - work represents duende. This perspective is skewed. Saudade has become something it was never meant to be because Life Purpose has become egocentric consumerism.

Look at the examples above. Living Life is work. Saudade and duende are meant to be together; duende to ignite saudade to differentiate dark sounds from Light to search for meaning and purpose to work toward meaning and purpose to recognize pre-packaged purpose to skeptically question everything to see saudade as a springboard to duende, dark sounds and work.

When I am hungry, I must eat; knowing I will be hungry again. Yet within my yearning for Happiness, I often expect immediate and long-lasting satisfaction in my next meal. It is the same. I will only be quenched from within the dark sound; the mundane; the inane; the profane. I will only be quenched by Living each moment of Life thoughtfully. I will only be quenched by working within duende and through saudade; over and over and over and over, again and again and again and again...

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