the game of life

I’m imagining I’m in my crib slobbering and goo-gooing and in comes the one I love to see, and my mouth opens wide squealing and my legs kicking and hearing sounds and seeing lips moving and smiling, and I’m picked up and the lips kiss my forehead and cheeks and the one I love puts me back down into the crib. I feel so very good as I pull myself up bobbing and weaving to stand in my crib unaided for the first time.

Down the road I came to recognize a sound and decided the sound was referring to me. I became me, the name, the ID: the one who will eventually choose and figure. My body is the one seeing, feeling, smelling, etc. Today I’m guessing I’m an arrangement in a powerful brain inside of a body which has mobility, language, and will. The last one is critical and is my specialty, it’s my duty to choose. And starting out it was easy.

I didn’t know where I came from until I was told by a girl in my Sunday-school class that I came out of my mother’s stomach. And I asked my mother and she said so too.

I went to church three times a week with my mother for years and they taught that I had an eternal soul inside of me, and to be safe for all eternity, I had to believe and trust in Jesus to be saved from terrible punishments that would never stop.

So, I believed and trusted. Yet I still wasn’t totally honest all the time, and I treated others as I would like to be treated but not all of the time. I was caught shoplifting a pocketknife when I was twelve. Knives weren’t kept under glass when I was a kid. This episode in my life turned out to be a good thing.

The important thing is I was and am a normal human being. I, like everyone else, have either a constant flow of language going on inside of me, or I have language coming out of me, or I’m paying attention to language sounds coming from my surroundings.

Our desire to continue this constant gathering in and reeling out of language must be the reason why there’s a hugh market for entertainment. It’s a wonderful thing to have the opportunity to relax and hear and see the best ideas and things going and to read what others are recommending. What a relief it is to be entertained. 

As one matures, one eventually and naturally wonders about the answers to questions like Does my life have a purpose? and Why am I here? Unless your mind has been made up for you. Which is usually the case until one starts to think for one’s self.

However, it’s not likely we carry around from birth a purpose to complete, and it’s more likely a purpose can find us by appealing to us and then convinces us. How so? Purpose can’t talk but situations can pull thoughts out of us. For a long time I’ve thought there’s no special purpose for anyone, and circumstances help to make it so. 

Beyond giving our gifts to the world, what is there? Can we give something to ourselves? Can one explore without becoming religious? The spiritual philosophies of the East appear to be the oldest and best. Excluding Hinduism’s many gods, is there anything else besides Buddhism and Zen Buddhism which comes close to the depth of their spiritual insights?

Are Buddhism’s ideas about personal fulfillment or enlightenment valid? Does communing with one’s being plug one into the universe? Can existing without language   for a while each day eventually bring a realization which completes a human being?

Countless sages in the past agree there’s more to life than a life where one’s identity dominates all of the time. This is because of its ancient position of decider and planner. 

A normal type of life is all we can expect when normality is all we want. The search-for-enlightenment meme is one of the oldest memes existing. 

No search is necessary because the sages agree our wonderful and powerful carriage is the key. Commune with it silently and it will take you home.

Desire will prompt an adventurous baby to climb out of its crib to explore. Does language represent a special crib which naturally, without malice corrals the normal life?

We don’t notice the corral because being occupied with language has always been the case. There’s no expectation of anything more after death except an afterlife. Is the belief in a never ending joyous or torturous afterlife the ring in the nose of the followers of most organized religions?

Are we all dreaming and snoring, and this rumble is the breath of identity: the wonderful and powerful tool of language? 

working it out

Is the
key to life
working it out
so when one wakes after sleep, one
usually has something
to do?

Can one miss the chance of that
by chasing after riches?
But what about
if one
is good at
reeling in the riches?

Does every day broadcast a
day-of-all-days feeling
and our receivers
are usually


time (by an amateur)

Does the moment include everything because everything can’t be anywhere else. Both past and future are ideas held in the moment’s grip for there is nowhere else to be.

Does the nowness allow things to exist? Is time the head of the heap? Is it the same time throughout the universe? If matter did not exist, would time exist?

What is it like to slip from one moment to the next? Is time a moving target, and if anything, instead of jumping from one second to another as some timepieces do. Is it like the electric wall-clock’s second hand which moves what seems to be continuously? Maybe not?

Could time be smooth with no wrinkles anywhere to measure? Is time actually ageless and stationary and everywhere and matter moves through this universal size matrix of time and the movement causes normal things to change and age? Do universes get sucked into being by time?

Science says the faster one travels the slower one ages.

Since the earth and its life is traveling very fast through space, does this mean that a person who is 50 years old here on earth would be ,say, 50.0001 of our years old if he or she had lived on a slower moving planet?

Is there anything stationary in the universe? Does the statement “Everything is relative.” mean everything is in motion?

I’m not a regular scientist, but I do love it. I believe science is the best hope for saving all life on earth from us. I’m talking about the essence of science, the sincere search for truth and what it means.

here & now

Is it
that I can’t
escape the present?

Am I stuck without hope
in the here
& now?

have I
experienced all

of what the here &
now has to

more to discover?

What about the affect silence
leaves on the

the present
always engulf the
thoughts of the future as
well as leave a trail of the past?
Do I not move through time and
time moves through me,
aging me as it

the froth of gravity

If you have become uncomfortable believing in magical stories and have started to trust in science and its evidence for what is the case, does this mean you cannot become truly spiritual? No?

This shift is an opportunity to recognize your being, your body, and connect with it. This new type of connection is not a religious belief but the recognition and experience of the greatest and the original: nature, The Universe, which is the source of everything, even all magical stories and the characters in them.

It’s obvious the human body is nature through and through, and are we, the deciders, useful software created by nature? Am I one of the mystery’s dreams, an ID, the creation of a creation? Was I a product of neural networks in my young baby-brain? Am I a utility?

Is all life the froth of gravity?

why on earth

Life is well lived by using sportsmanship because we loose a lot of battles in a normal life. A true sports person is fair and generous when dealing with others on and off of the field, court, or table. This happens by learning how to play, win, and loose graciously.

One improves by playing, when possible, with those who have the same amount of skill or more skill and by continuous learning (practice). And one plays with lesser players when invited which is playing it forward for when he or she was assisted by better players.

Applying what one learns from sportsmanship to life makes one fair and generous as mentioned above which allows one to be relaxed in mind and body. Of course knowing about sportsmanship and practicing it so that it becomes a normal part of one’s life are in different worlds.

Should I be only a traveler between the worlds of knowing and doing? It’s so comfy here between worlds. I don’t have to be consistent here. Why on earth would I switch?

For those who enjoy solving puzzles my answer to the last question is hidden below. Each letter stands for another letter in the alphabet, and each grouping stands for an English word.


LQ   LR   ZPPFJQ  FDK   RF   AK