Wednesday, August 6, 2014
Our lives consist of returning serves and mindless self gratification, sometimes spliced with simple blatant mindlessness: sitting in front of a TV or computer. We spend very little time in reflection; perhaps we unconsciously avoid it.
With me, introspection – reflection - (Is the hokey pokey really what it’s all about?) automatically occurs at the beginning of the third drink – when I am by myself.
For someone prone to depression introspection probably isn't a healthy pursuit, in that depression in itself is an unhealthy state…the sound of one hand clapping.
However, for me it brings on the realization that I am a self proclaimed intelligent creature accidentally inhabiting a meaningless world. It is not a bad thing to realize that you – yourself – are not the center of the universe. That actually you are little more than brief electric pulse existing in a momentary flash in one of a million bubble parallel universes… or simply an evolutionary accident.
I must say that occasionally I enjoy sinking into this alcohol induced funk. The only down side is I always have the urge to break out my old pipe and tobacco – I gave up smoking years ago. How nice it would be to sit in the dark on my front porch, surrounded by the
and drink whiskey and smoke my pipe. Maine
But you see, even though there is no meaning to this world (wars, genocides, governments…a struggle to get by) there are personal pleasures (as brief and passing as they may be) that make me want to stay around as long as possible; so therefore I avoid the pipe and usually content myself with the third drink.