Monday February 4th 2013
I know it's Monday, the first of three Saturdays for
me, but I believe I'd be more interesting to both myself and to
others if I didn't obsess on what could be called causality, which in my
world is reduced to "The Question Why?" Usually somewhere around
Thursday. Not that bleak stare into the firmament, accompanied by wonder
and awe. Or the pomp and ceremony, and 'Oh look there's a meteor.'
My question why? rests proudly within the context of pointlessness,
because pointlessness makes more sense to me. And here, the
'Because' in 'Causality' I will insist, is an entirely chemical
reaction, which occurs in various parts of mind that elevates 'thinking'
to preposterous, not to say spurious levels in my species.
Listening to others, which I do far too much, I am convinced plants
'think' and I can sometimes persuade myself that rocks and the universe
itself 'think.' But between the rock and us there is a
distance. We are, if you like, speeded up and, therefore I think I
am, only sometimes.
Pretty much true that such an analysis will fall foul
of each and every particle that cruises the Milky Way. Each about its
business, moved by solace and sometimes by anger, anxious for harmony and
occasionally, for the hell of it, it'll throw itself at the grenade so that
others might continue to suffer delusional impulse produced by I am.
Then if I was to say that pointlessness is beautiful, there would be a
rampage of words in opposition, and I could list these words by shuffling
through the histories of people, or open a newspaper. And anyway, how
dare I stare into the abyss and come away happy! The answer I guess is
pure, unadulterated arrogance, which might also be that same chemical that
can produce an imbecile. As well, it's an anniversary today.
John Speed of Durham was executed on February 4th 1594, for rejecting
inducements to bring him to conformity with the Church of England.
Pope Pius the Eleventh beatified him in 1929. The distinction between
beatification and canonization, or Blessed and Saint, is something I'll
worry about tomorrow and it might even be more interesting to both of us.