The world is not here for me; I am alone.
No one came to my bedside to bring tea, nor did I go to anyone else's, when dusk came upon the damned cold that is circulating in this city and that everyone has caught.
Saturday morning at 7 I have no one with whom to discuss the worry that wakes me up.
After a day of rambling by the library or the movies I find I have not exchanged a word with anyone.
Most people bore me, and I bore them. Increasingly, what interests them most are unappetizing details of their medical conditions. To be fair, what interests me most is my economic future.
Toting up my donations and volunteer work, it becomes crystal clear to me that the real motivation is to feel noble and good about myself.
We are alone. No one will look after us. Conversely, let's be frank, unless we are paid, in psychic or somatic currency, we will not look after anyone else.
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Logically, no comment expected here, I suppose.
A world of silentful anonymous.
Thanks for this reply to a question I posed on your previous "log".
G.
I just don't believe this, C. I really don't. Yes, you are very bright and that will alienate you from many who are average, concerned with the small things. It will make it more difficult for you to exist in the world than it is for others.
I am not as bright as you ~ but I have a reasonable IQ and know how it goes.
Just the same, even with that "limitation", there are plenty of people who find community in unusual places.
I'm one of them. Had to go all the way to freaking Thailand to find it... but I did find it. As one who lived in the desert for many, many years, community is better.
And.. if I was your neighbor, I would have checked in on you when you were sick, gotten you some take-out food or done other small things to make your life easier ~ not for any form of currency. I'd have done it because I believe that is how we should live in the world.
Don't make the mistake of believing the whole world is the way it is here.
Peace,
~Chani
Isn't it interesting that in the land where you once were the disciples of the Teacher were partnered in twos?
I think the importance of that has been lost forever to us all.
Or isn't it important...and is this another flight of fancy on my part?
(I was thinking of this even before I read your blog.)
A
Cecilio,
A thousand miles is a long way to go to bring a sick man a cup of tea.... it gets mighty cold during the long walk.... but had I known that you weren't feeling well, I would have tried to reach out. No "currency" - just friendship.
If you are feeling alone, you need to ask yourself why. How many branches have you broken off and thrown away?
If companions irritate you, is it truly because they can't measure up with your titanic brain, or is it because you find them continually failing to measure up, in whatever your unreachable criteria happens to be?
In any event... Those of us who care, freely and without recompense, are not psychic - if you need anything, anything at all, you need to tell those of us on this side of the Looking Glass, and we are generally only a phone call away.
Peace be unto you
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