Well, of course, it isn't defined at all. A lot, very much indeed, can be said regarding the lives we have led up until now.
Withdrawal from social media, might be an interesting comparison to post ideology.
To kill the buddha or to kill your own parents, this is the kind of severance to address here.
Do we get a taste of it in that existential angst that comes when life seems pointless?
In the not too distant past, there were witch burnings, inquisitions, being shunned, or being banished, but that was not of ones choice.
At least some saints were reported to have gained more than they had lost when they were transformed in the light of the spirit. Maybe there was a moment of having felt forsaken, but then the full rush of transcendental bliss supposedly accompanied their ascension, even the souls looking upward during Armageddon seemed to have no worries.
But the break with old purposes and ideologies is often of our own doing. And then what? Is it really all that satisfying to wash your bowl and get dressed, or will you become a bitter, smaller person, going thru the motions unless a film crew shows up and you have to temporarily put on an act.
Its almost as if social media can have that function, getting out there, assuaging the isolation, a reprieve from a perpetual isolation tank. It looked good at the time, but maybe we were sold a bill of goods?
Folks, there was a secret ideology implied in the mission we undertook.
Folks, take the ordinary being offered at hand. Can't you remember the joy of the sand box? Were we really forced to leave it, or did we buy a bill of goods somewhere along the way?
You don't have to hack your parents or buddha to death with a machete, you don't have to give up social media cold turkey and face the shakes. You don't have to carry a cross and hang yourself from it.
Special and unspecial are like the two ends of the Chinese finger puzzle. Ordinary is the way.
Submitted October 22, 2019 at 10:39PM by rockytimber https://ift.tt/35Xh6pu
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