Please say a prayer for me. I may not have any money in life (or care) – but I have so much going on in so many areas right now, I sense the ugly scepter known as Mainstream Stress beginning to rear its head. This is the form of stress known to give people heart disease, various cancers, and all the other ailments that I effectively avoided by dropping out of the so-called Mainstream in 2004.
The world, the schedules, the agendas, the being-in-a-specific-place-at-specific-time — these are all the things that I swore I would never buy into again. But today they leap out at me — yea, they lunge. Even in this small idyllic town that seemed the answer to all my prayers, there is no escape from the Mainstream.
But all of its arbitrary hierarchical structures have nothing whatever to with the Natural Hierarchy of Nature. And yet, it is that Natural Hierarchy that everybody seems to be desecrating. Look at our mad rush, replete with road rage, as we become desperate to get to all these specific places right down to the very nanosecond. What society would create an absurdity so monstrous as a Casio runner’s watch? Why do we need to place pressure on the natural pace of our genetic dispositions that was naturally put in place by the Maker in the first place? Genetically? Naturally?
Why on earth should any of us ever have to present our physical bodies, especially in this Internet age, at a specific place in geographical Earth-related space-time, when all of that hurrying is only destroying us all? It robs us of our love for others. It robs us of our love for life.
Arbitrary scheduling inflicted upon the human spirit by pseudo-authorities representing a random hierarchical structure runs in direct opposition to the Natural Order of Nature. This cannot possibly be good for the Human Race or anybody in it. It has created gridlock. It has created road rage. Is it really so important for me to get there at exactly 9:01.01.003 in the morning? What about the other guy who needs to get there by 9:01.01.002 in the morning? Am I any more important than he is just because he will get chewed out by his boss a thousandth of a second sooner than I will by mine?
Does the fact that his boss is a thousandths of single second more of a hard-ass than my boss make him my inferior?
Ever since I’ve had to “rush” again, I’ve become more absent-minded. The greater the hurry, the greater the absent-mindedness, and the less likely it is that I show up on time. I lose my keys, my wallet, my phone – I lose everything.
There was a blissful long past day when I didn’t have any of those things to lose. Am I losing something more critical to my humanity than my keys, my wallet, and my cell phone?
I really hope that the Day will come when none of us, for any reason, will ever have to show up at a specific place at a specific time again. When we finally have enough faith, when we finally have enough love, we will finally trust that if the person is a few minutes late, then there was probably a good reason for it — and the rest of us will just have to learn to be patient. But this rat race, even creeping in to the most distant, far-removed country college town I could find – is not for the Human Race. It’s not even for rats – but that’s what we make of ourselves when we run around like we’re doing.
Now granted I may have a wee bit of a chip on my aging shoulder, do ya think? A certain member of my extended family doesn’t seem to have any trouble doing three things at once and racing around the Big City in her fancy car and doing all the things I used to do before my breakdown in 2004. So some people are obviously more in tune with this level of mass demoralization than others. But that extended family member makes all her decisions based on fear — not on love, or faith, or God — and these are the sorts of people who “succeed” in this world.
Me – I was never quite able to manage large super-schedules including five towns on Tuesdays even before I decided to convert all my personal shortcomings into a world vision for humanity.
So it’s not as though don’t have a subjective ax to grind, but I’m telling you — all this scheduling that we inflict upon each other’s bodies has nothing to do with the schedule of the One who scheduled the whole show before time began. So I shall divert the course of my will in deference to the One to Whom it is wise my will must yield.
In other words, in conclusion:
I’m too old for this shit.
Where’s my quiet life? It sure isn’t in my head. My head moves me so fast from one thought to another anyway, without the entire culture giving me the message I’m supposed to be moving even faster.
I suppose this is a disease of some sort and there’s some pill I’m supposed to take for it. But we can discuss that at some further future time, when none of us is in a hurry. In the meantime, you all have a good day, and a good week ahead. And please — don’t move too fast on my account. Peace be to all, and Amen.