This is the story of an ageless bundle of joy.
“The creative adult is the child who has survived.” –Ursula K. Le Guin
Mad love is tweeting outside the cage of public opinion.
“I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.” –Rumi Read more
A philosopher, a saint and a sex therapist walk into a…
“A serious and good philosophical work could be written consisting entirely of jokes.” –Ludwig Wittgenstein Read more
Unfolding a beach chair releases the tension of school bells announcing summer vacation.
“When we give ourselves the chance to let go of all our tension, the body’s natural capacity to heal itself can begin to work.” –Nhat Hanh
The entrance examiner for Songwriters Heaven asks the candidate: “WHO WRITES THE SONGS THAT MAKE THE WHOLE WORLD SING?” The candidate sings out, “Bruce Johnston, of the Beach Boys, wrote ‘I Write the Songs (That Make the Whole World Sing)’ and said he wrote it about where music comes from, God.” The examiner asks, “Is that a fact?” The candidate replies, “I read it at SongFacts.com.” The examiner thinks, “Thank God! I thought it was Barry Manilow.”
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.