Friday, December 23, 2011

A Cup Of Everything, And Toffable Tutter On The Side, Please.

"I mean, at the end of the day, we're all just floating in a whole bunch of Everything on a moderately sized spinning rock."

Floating in a whole bunch of everything. Of Every Thing.

Our eyes are untrained, to the Every Thing of the universe. They do not see most of the Every Thing. They see what is confirmed by our Senses, confirmed as what we've labeled a Reality.

Labels, labels, labels, and definitions. Labels and definitions are good. So crisp and tidy. Like envelopes. So sortable, easily compartmentalized. So handy as a fundamental thinking tool for a human's intellect. Take, for example, setting up a kitchen. We're unpacking a box labeled "cups". We pull out a small, purple, plastic cup. We place it on the bottom shelf--this is a juice cup, we may think. We pull out another cup, same in size and shape, but it's glass. We place it on the shelf above--this is for guests. We pull out a several more--a wine glass, a coffee mug, a souvenir mug--all cups but look how we define and label and categorize and compartmentalize! A place for each cup, a use, a purpose, a definition, a label. I have a point, but first: A cup, fine, that was perhaps a boring example....really, I just enjoy the sound of the word.


cup. cup. cup.

Makes. me. happy.

But, what a catastrophe! Imagine, though it's somewhat impossible, if all of a sudden--"cup" was erased from out labeling system--erased from recognition. Erased from being definable. The world is all of a sudden in Cup Chaos! What the hell are all these...these....aah! Maybe? Or....would...stay with me here, would they disappear? Fade, into the unseen oceans of the Ever Thing. Why not? Because we can touch them, right, is that what you're thinking? Something we can touch surely cannot disappear? But not so fast, every definable characteristic of Cup--is gone, which includes the understanding of shape, or texture, or size--because those are characteristics that apply to an object, which we would normally call Cup, but Cup is gone! They are floating characteristics, label "contributors" with nothing to stick to! I know, okay, it's a really bizarre Analeigh head game game. Ahah, we could go a step further and inspect words themselves--the labels, like "bizarre", technically one of those floating label contributors. To exist it must have a Thing to stick to! "Bizarre" alone, can only be itself defined by giving a Sense-confirmable example, slapping it on to a perceivable Every Thing, or by pushing it around against other similar words--like a pinball machine: Weird (clink) strange (clink) unique (clink, clink) unordinary ([what does that even mean!?] clink). But then, that kind of fails because our understanding of THOSE words are still tethered to things that we can sense.

So. Back to the beginning. What about the Every Thing we cannot sense? The place that Things like labels and definitions and words and thoughts and feelings and Hoofa Grumps and Bolixtrees and Mana Choos exist. The beautiful or horrible or wonderful or treacherous Chaos that swims happily, playfully skipping in its' own wake of undefinable existence that only IT itself can define. The Chaos, that allows a human to think of things we think we cannot think or briefly, in a state of what we may label "insanity", see a Some Thing that is part of the hidden Every Thing. And it is the brave one, who takes from those moments, a sliver of trust--of insight, or enlightenment--take a sliver of the invisible Every Thing, and, by refraining a jealous and destructive Doubt, filters and hammers and tailors, cinches, cuts, pulls, and shapes, the fragile sliver through the incredible factory of a Mind. A mind! Now, setting the body as a builder--the Mind CREATES! A part of the EveryThing, unveiled. Oh, you clever Chaos, you.

Those wisps of undefinable light, shapes, ideas--those fleeting moments of bliss, a label-free, undefinable experience--pure possibility! The most, most precious form of living. Free of doubt, of judgement, of limited understanding. Free to, as Chaos, skip in the waves of Miranans and Killabins. Dive into an ocean filled with Jupa and Smints and feel Alaganta, experience the Impossible. Such adventure, such pleasure.

If we might be able to apply such an experience to the meeting of ever new Thing we meet. Like...I don't know, a person. The possibilities of a person without definition...without label.

A Cup of Every Thing.

...Perhaps it would taste like a cup of breamant crimt with a inp of toffable tutter.