Showing posts with label Facebook status. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Facebook status. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 19, 2018

Freedom and status

Those who feel fatalistic in their bondage do often develop a misconception, that those who live to be free, wish to feel superior (to them). We do not think money makes us free: it serves (or does not serve) us as part of a way of life that frees us. Some people covet a way to freedom without recognizing the attitudes and ideas that make it freedom. If we did these things for status, we would still be in bondage- to living our way, relative to the slavery and sadness of others.

A friend was posting about his choice of career as a librarian. He chose this to make his own life bearable. That is the life we should choose: what would make it most seem worth living?

He gave an example of how unnecessary status is. He is glad if people who, for example, serve food, are happy in their work. I know there was a time I certainly was, but mostly when I could count on my kitchen to make the right things, in a timely fashion, and especially if I could make a connection with my guests.

I replied:
Why do we fail to appreciate people in any honest and actual labor, right? Yes, particularly those who are providing us with sustenance. What we eat should be an experience, not an after thought. We profit from seeing one another with purpose and clarity- even if those qualities are lost on the person who thinks they labor only for money.

We aspire to achieve, and to fashion labors that suit our unique temperment, as you say, not merely to acquire status relative to others.

Monday, February 28, 2011

If I lied and said I'd ever met you any other way...

Well, now it can be revealed:
Your brain had been surgically removed when I found it aboard the Lubderdite craft. I'd been deposited with other "specimens" including an evil deer and a confused little old lady with a hump back who told me she detested my immoral interaction with "nude naked brains, without even the decency to wear a body! You know whose kidneys you can't have?!? Oh, yes, I know about your kind and their plans for my kidneys!"

As I wondered what, if any responsibility I should take for the brain, found in a bowl, awash in replenishing fluids but even Saran Wrapped for protection, a talking duck started a conversation with me. "Well, good luck moralizing cuttin' the brain loose on its own," he told me candidly. He wore no pants, but neither was he dressed as a sailor.

I decided I'd see the brain to safety, were that possible, and soon afterwards we were returned to Earth, where a self-help seminar entilted "The Harmonic Inner Light" informed us, via clown-faced cheerleaders, that WE were all Bozos.

Deciding to forego the cult offered afterwards, we embraced our inner Bozos. Lovingly, I bestowed you to a doctor, who knew of a wonderful couple that could give it a body and a stable home full of nurture. At this point, the brain stopped hurting and simply became You again.