"Now knowing the reason for my overall demise
Not learning from life, I was simply unwise
Selfish and greedy I pumped up my ego
To crash was inevitable, a new start up from zero
Oh thank God for the suffering, the grief and the pain
To be blessed with the hardship from which I might gain
Searching for reason beyond self, I will listen and learn
Each tear drop of self pity into the ocean of wisdom will turn
Without experience and knowledge there can be no growth
But to learn from the pain enlightened wisdom your oath
And once attained that wisdom must be shared
With those most in need to show how you cared"
aka Brendan Lauritz
Bit sad really. Anyway to get us all in a more cheerful, jovial kinda mood I thought for the first time ever-erer I would begin with a joke. Ready? OhK
Q. Why do deep sea divers always fall backwards into the water?
A. Because if they fell forward they'd still be in the boat!
Well, I thought it was funny. Hmmm, end of my days as a Comedian, huh? OhK back to the good stuff. Death, Miser-ee, Depression ...... All the stuff you seem to like....... Oh, by the way, keep tuning in! I expect to drastically pervert the course of my Destin-ee in the not too distant future. Oh Oh........
My dear sister gave me a wonderful pressie for Chrissie ('present for Christmas' for normal people!). A short course in Philosophy. And for the man about town who has everything ... N-N-N-Not ... I am pleased to report that I went to my first class a couple of nights ago. I went with an open mind with few expectations other than worrying a little that I may come across as a somewhat loose canon. So I wore my best (and only) pair of jeans, a pair of religious socks (holy) with shoes (as opposed to usual thongs or 'Hippie' bare feet) and a T shirt without holes. I let my rather long locks (of hair) hang naturally just like the rest of me. Getting there early I couldn't find the premises so I sat in the car and waited for the Dalai Lama and Maharishi Yogi lookalikes to guide me in. Hmmmm...... Weeell, that didn't work. So I asked a Street Cleaner for directions, and, being an expert in all thingies rubbish he guided me in like an usher. The building had a sign out the front "Philosophy" but my redefined mind quickly translated that into "Land Of The Lost Souls". I was HOME !!!!!!!
Anyway "Squeak" the teacher called us to attention. No Socrates lookalike at all. Hmmm ...., maybe a decoy. Instead an elderly stateswoman that supposedly ooooooozed wisdom. Or so one would expect from a learned "Little Grasshooper'. I saw her lips moving and assumed she was talking. My hearing aid was already on max but nothing as I stretched my neck a few metres forward without the body following. Not a decibel. And yet the others seemed to be comfortably transcending. I was frustrated. This was such an important time in my life. The attainment of wisdom. "Squeak" was seemingly enjoying what she was saying. Now I don't want to appear the successor to Norman Bates but I was feeling cheated. The wisdom was not shared wisdom. I felt like grabbing Squeak's jaw and looking down into her Adam's Apple to see if there were any vibrations. But I stayed calm. I raised a finger (not THE finger!). She politely asked if I had a question. I politely asked if she could whisper a little louder. Squeak apologised and promised to squeak louder.... (I think philosophers squeak because they are all about peace, and calm, and meditation, and quiet .....silent quiet ..... 'zip' quiet!)
And with that I became 'shared'. I was one with everybody else. I even began to feel 'normal', like everybody else. I heard a lot more from Squeak although old habits die hard and I did have to rely on the handouts to 'tweek' the Squeak. And of course I didn't let myself down. I had to ask over a thousand philosophical questions to re-enforce my reputation as the fruitiest loop of the Lost Souls. As expected it was indeed me, and only me, who deserved the title of Lost Soul.......
All of the other Lost Souls, including Squeak, were 'normal'!
Can't wait to share some more wisdom next week in the Land Of The Lost Souls. Hmmm.... I wonder if this Philosophy makes weee Lost Souls intelligent as well as wise.
May the dust of many feathers guide you through the light of euphoric existence and into the eternal fields of Little Grasshopper's memory. Amen.