^Well good luck with that sir, and the life in general. I don't know, people moving on always seems more than sweet, maybe just because I'm not usually the one doing it. Just jumping down a different rabbit hole, but maybe it's the same for everyone...
As I take a couple days off, and maybe visit a doctor about my back, there are some serious thoughts I'd like to leave as well. Was in a very good/spiritual mood this last week (vague ++++ ish feelings sober I was able to get going and keep going), I Ching said illumination became inbalanced and injured itself, and my progress is in danger. Not for vague reasons am I now so bothered but the concerns of Real Life inserting themselves quite forcefully, can one follow the tao/attain the kingdom of heaven/whatever you call it while being forced to exist in this society? I just read Kesey's
Demon Box this week, and that was dealing with the same shit in parts. I ended up coming back to this, yeah I've quoted it before, but it pierced deep into me ever since the first time I heard it:
Hunter S. Thompson said:
“We are all wired into a survival trip now. No more of the speed that fueled that 60's. That was the fatal flaw in Tim Leary's trip. He crashed around America selling "consciousness expansion" without ever giving a thought to the grim meat-hook realities that were lying in wait for all the people who took him seriously... All those pathetically eager acid freaks who thought they could buy Peace and Understanding for three bucks a hit. But their loss and failure is ours too. What Leary took down with him was the central illusion of a whole life-style that he helped create... a generation of permanent cripples, failed seekers, who never understood the essential old-mystic fallacy of the Acid Culture: the desperate assumption that somebody... or at least some force - is tending the light at the end of the tunnel.”
What do we do then, fall into cynicism and suicide? Dispel our doubts and sorrows to go deeper into the pudding, that is, try to be carried only on Faith? Because that serenity, that living on emotional power within you and appreciating life as you have it, the closer we get the more we realize just how far off in the distance it truly is. I guess the question is, is it something we can earn, not as destination I know, but as perhaps the metaphorical lifestyle of rugged mountaineer of the days of yore, who knows HOW to make the most of his never ending journey through life's peaks and valleys, to carry on amidst bees in sunny meadows and grizzly bears in the rocky crags of the High Sierras. Or we just chasing after a mirage, getting stranded deeper and deeper into the desert, Death Valley, the chances of ever getting out growing ever slimmer as we persist in this delirious dream-quest?