Maybe life isn’t meant to be taken seriously?

              [thoughts from   ~burning woman~   by Sha’Tara]

I’ll start with a few chosen quotes…which I may use later to illustrate some points.

“Propagandists are experts at convincing clueless dolts it’s raining when their government is actually pissing down their backs.” (1EarthUnited-WordPress)

“It is not good for man to cherish a solitary ambition. Unless there be those around him, by whose example he may regulate himself, his thoughts, desires, and hopes will become extravagant, and he the semblance, perhaps the reality, of a madman.” ― Nathaniel Hawthorne

“Modern anxiety is expressed in the longing for what most people fear, even as modern grief is expressed in the unconsummated mourning for what they never really had.” ― Joseph Roach

There are connections between those quotes.  Who, for example, listens to propagandists?  Well, people who feel a terrible need to take everything seriously, like me, for example.  Only I go a step further: I go to all the trouble of rejecting their propaganda, which means that I had to first, listen to them, then make the effort to realize they are liars, then tell myself I was filling my mind with lies and I needed to exert extra energy to cleanse my mind of their lies.  Stupid.

Who but someone who takes things too seriously, particularly herself, would cherish a solitary ambition?  What’s the point of practicing the art of abnegation; of extreme unselfishness; of giving and giving until nothing remains but a husk when you know at the beginning of the exercise the more you give, the more you go along, the more you clean after, the more will be expected and demanded until a plantation field hand slave is richer and better cared for than you?

Let me paraphrase something I read in the Bible a long time ago.  In the King James version it said, “be anxious for nothing… your father in heaven knows your needs and as he takes care of the birds of the air, so he’ll take care of you when you serve him.”  I said, paraphrase, remember?  But that’s the gist of what I was taught.  I believed it too – I wanted to believe it, and as I was raised in relative poverty, often in a kind of hand-to-mouth existence, I needed to believe it because even as a child I saw many people much worse off than I, or my family, ever were.  Being raised very religious I thought I needed to understand God.  I never did – for the record. 

So I thought, well, maybe I’m supposed to be “god” – not in the fabulous (blasphemous) sense taught by all false religions, but in the giving, caring, understanding, helping and also the warning sense.  I should have written, to be “like” God – and that didn’t pan out either because the more serious I got, and the more ways I sought to maximize my personal efforts on behalf of the less fortunate, the less like God I became because the more I actually cared about justice and the less I cared about what people believed.

That brings me to writing about the greatest loss of my life: when I lost “God.”  As I quoted above, Joseph Roach said, “modern grief is expressed in the unconsummated mourning for what they never really had.”  That’s how it was: I grieved for the loss of something I never had, I just imagined (powerfully so) that I’d had it.  The mourning I experienced lasted years, and it returns time and again and I have to make a huge and deliberate effort to shake it off, send it away.  

You see, this loss I experienced was that of a comfort that gave no comfort, just the idea of it.  I had faith in an idea; my love was for an idea; an idea I idealized to the point where I expected “it” to empower me to live a good, righteous, selfless, basically “sinless” life and this ideal would make this life short enough that I could see it to the end without ever having time to doubt.  

That’s taking life seriously. 

In all likelihood I will continue to take life seriously… but not today.  Not right now.  I’ve been following the antics of “the world” as they spin off from Washington, the Pentagon, Wall Street and the very same “trinity of bull shit” in every other nation on the planet, trying desperately to make sense of something, and well, it would take even greater faith than I poured into “God” in the first half of my life to believe that in all this “information” pouring into my brain, any of it matters.

As of right now, until whenever, I’m saying yes, I’ve been taking life way too seriously.  Humanity is a joke.  A very bad joke, but a joke nevertheless.  It’s an orgy of dysfunction that is in love with itself and seeks to expand itself exponentially – and does. 

But listen, it isn’t just man that’s gone off the reservation.  All of life on earth is nuts – certifiable.  It’s not immediately obvious to most people because they don’t look at the tapestry from a certain distance, they look at it piecemeal.  They don’t see the dysfunction of a predatory system that rules everything here.  Were it not for the massive and on-going killing, everything would have been overrun long ago and earth would be massive dead swamps and deserts.  That’s the legacy of this world if its modus operandi doesn’t change.

Did it start as a massive joke from some long-gone “creators” for their entertainment, or did some programming go wrong?  Either way, it’s now laugh or cry, and today, I’m laughing!  A dysfunction of such massive proportions dwarfs the shenanigans of the Greek, Roman and Nordic gods.  Man doesn’t need gods, man is the gods.  Everyone is a participant in the final playoffs.  Whether it’s the Hunger Games or The Price is Right… enjoy the game.  Give yourself a great, loud belly laugh, today.  As Robert DeNiro so famously said, “Let’s worry about next time, next time.”

 A couple more quotes, to close.

“My experience of life is that it is not divided up into genres; it’s a horrifying, romantic, tragic, comical, science-fiction cowboy detective novel. You know, with a bit of pornography if you’re lucky.” ― Alan Moore

  “We are not idealized wild things.  We are imperfect mortal beings, aware of that mortality even as we push it away, failed by our very complication, so wired that when we mourn our losses we also mourn, for better or for worse, ourselves. As we were. As we are no longer. As we will one day not be at all.” ― Joan Didion

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11 thoughts on “Maybe life isn’t meant to be taken seriously?

  1. franklparker

    If only there was some middle way between taking life so seriously that you feel everyone’s pain, and just ignoring everything you see and hear and getting on with your own life. No, that’s wrong. There is (a middle way). The first, most important thing, is to do the best you can for those you love. If we all were to do that then everyone would be taken care of. The second thing is to use any surplus – of love/empathy/material resources – left over to help someone else to do the same.

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    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      Thanks for the comment, Frank, and that certainly makes total sense. Give me time to figure that one out in context.

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  2. cadxx

    I agree with the previous post and would add that it is impossible to take the whole world upon your shoulders. The middle way is my aim – not happy , not sad, not good not bad.

    When I turned-on my TV today it was plain that the propaganda had gone awry. It has occurred to some that if the Russians wanted to hack someone abroad they would not have done so with a Russian Cyrillic keyboard. And so the lying idiots had to start some damage limitation: “Russian propaganda is a virus and those infected need to be cured”. Translated:’if you don’t think like we do you are sick’.

    The only Russian propaganda I’ve ever heard named is RT News, but no specific example of propaganda is ever given. So I can only assume that if you watch RT you become infected with a deadly virus that causes disbelief in the lies and propaganda of UK and US establishment spokesmen! Actually, that sounds like a good idea, given to us by the very people who want to brainwash us all into believing them. They have finally lost the plot.

    Your escape from religion makes me happy as does my own. Don’t worry about Bible quotes in your head it’s normal for escapees. They sometimes knock on my door selling sin, guilt and unworthiness and I tell them to keep it for themselves. I shed mine long ago and I don’t want it back.
    cadxx

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    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      You make excellent points in your comment. I laughed at your example of how propaganda can become the revolving door that slams you in the ass!

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  3. cadxx

    “My experience of life is that it is not divided up into genres; it’s a horrifying, romantic, tragic, comical, science-fiction cowboy detective novel. You know, with a bit of pornography if you’re lucky.” ― Alan Moore
    Like that one
    cadxx

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  4. Lisa R. Palmer

    Boy, Sha’Tara, you hit it on the head with this one, at least for me! I’m sitting here in my powerless hovel, trying to figure out how to get clean, how to salvage the bit of food I bought before the storm hit, how to get and/or stay warm, how to best protect my animals… while I watch the battery on my only connection to the outside world drain. And it occurs to me I HAVE to go to work today, because there is heat and electricity there… lol!

    And I can’t understand why I’ve been feeling so irritated, as my routine is completely disrupted and everyone around me is either in meltdown or hyper help mode… (duh!) Yet, for some reason, the “show must go on…” Stores are open, selling overpriced survival items, people gather in overcrowded, still heated places to complain about everything, and stormclouds gather as the arctic cold front with its abundance of snow approaches…

    And somehow I’ve lost track of what’s happening in the broader world…

    Yesterday, I just wanted to snap at everyone. Today, I just want to laugh. I hear laughter bordering on hysteria in my mind, but I cannot help but wonder: hysteria or simply humanity? After all, this is absurd, all of it! Everything we do, everything we try, everything we work so hard to achieve is wasted by a hurricane force wind (of change perhaps?) blowing through?

    What, then, is the point, if not entertainment?

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    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      Imagining life as a multiple lane highway, it seems like you and I are spending some time driving more or less side by side in the commute… Here’s waving my hot cup of coffee at you on the left there…!

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