“The creative adult is the child who has survived.” –Ursula K. Le Guin
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“Of the delights of this world man cares most for sexual intercourse, yet he has left it out of his heaven.” –Mark Twain
Approaching the great spiral stairway at the end of the road, a shapely figure in a red micro-mini and feathered boa, says to a frumpy figure in a black habit and wimple, “I must be going down, for sex was my way of life, while you must be going up.” Holding its wimple, the frumpy figure hops on the banister and shouts, “…Been there, done that.”
Any adult who seriously thinks that sex is an antonym for heaven, and chastity a synonym, needs to get laughed.
“Any real ecstasy is a sign you are moving in the right direction, don’t let any prude tell you otherwise.” –Saint Teresa Of Avila
Money is a seriously funny joke. People don’t just beg, borrow and steal it, you know. They train for it, bust their humps for it, wed for it. Many live for it. Some die for it. But why?
“God gave me my money.” –John D. Rockefeller
The audience is booing the 100-year-old comic for boring them with the same old joke. Under his breath, the comic mutters, “God, don’t let me die up here on the stage, let me kill the audience.” Everybody in the audience keels over like reaped wheat. The comic cries,“God,I was speaking metaphorically!” A voice replies, “In that case, either write a new joke before you step off the stage, or be taken literally.”
The subject of today’s seriously funny philosophical post: The finite and infinite benefits of writing a new joke, where fatal metaphors, namely Father Time, a.k.a. the Grim Reaper, do not get the last laugh. The finite benefit: Writing such a joke focuses our imagination on a timeless state of consciousness where there is nothing to do but be happy, and all of time to do it now.
The infinite benefit: We realize our greatest desire now.
Today, we are laughing with the gods at a finite metaphor’s cuckoo relationship to wealth, to love, and to life (not to say money, sex, and death). The finite metaphor is an invention of the human imagination: a metering device known as the clock.
“They took away time, and they gave us the clock.” –Abdullah Ibrahim
Once you get an inkling of what time itself is made of, its finite metaphors become seriously funny.
“Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.” –Douglas Adams
Time…as meted out by clocks, calendars, birthday cards, sympathy cards…is a seriously limited metaphor of life, the universe, et al. Did you know you have the power to trade it in for an infinite one?