[Oh brother. What a post.] jp ~ hi! ~ <<<Round goes the brain, looking for insight, connections, then thinking to itself, "yeah, and then what? Is the insighted mind a happier one? More useful one? Will you care what late-night-illusional-answer you've found when you're falling asleep at work tomorrow because you just had to think awhile longer?">>>
Oh boy.
Been there. I think there's a name for that.
Still, we keep at it. Like Dumb Addictions.
Stupid pet tricks.
I even have some funny theories I've heard about some of the questions. (Above.) Funny "funny", not funny peculiar.
Well, they're peculiar too, but mostly funny.
You know, something neat, is that a bunch of The Wildest and maybe most advanced? Or esoteric? Or unpublished? (Not that if they are I would have read them.) A bunch of the most clever and simple theories about us and existence I have had the pleasure to have explained, have been "that" ~ a pleasure. To be explained to me.
I mean that they were thought or created or postulated or experienced, and then explained to me, by people who were funny. Funny people.
Funny people, with funny theories. Explanations. Operating systems.
"Funny people with Funny and Peculiar Theories."
I know we all wonder about The Universe, the big picture, life, Life, yadda yadda.
And I think everyone gets equal credit. One reason for that is ~ I make this estimate kind of seriously, guess wise ~ I think maybe there is about a 99% chance, or maybe even 100 per cent, that what we think, or think we know, or know, doesn't make any difference anywhere to anything.
You think we'd figure that out and weight it properly, before we even started.
But, we're novices, and not really very good at this.
I think that, too, is funny.
See?
Still we gnaw away on these things, like doggies with a chew toy.
Hamsters.
It's okay. I like, or don't mind, being a hamster. A hamster will tell you the same thing. "Something to do." You know, the older I get, the truer-er that sounds.
There are still Fall leaves out my windows, and it is beautiful. It makes me think of you, I think because the other place I saw leaves like this was near where you are.
Well, I was talking about that we all are pondering the ponderous? And some are obsessed or compelled by the need for Life pondering. I used to be, that way. I don't know where, on the "relatively obsessed" scale, but I spent some time on it. I think close to obsessed, for me, for a couple of decades.
And what I remember now, was the people and experiences with a sense of humor in them. I don't know why.
Could be, that there is something completely laughable, giggle-able, with trying to figure these things out. It could be that. Off hand, I would say that people who think humans are capable of serious thought need punched in the stomach a few times. ("Hey! They handed the Answer to that guy!") Yet I also don't think that; and appreciate it as a very, very, serious subject. Morbidly serious. A-curse. More than a Quest, a perturbation. A motivation by anger, in some refined or basic form. An unfortunate Charter.
The other thing I wanted to say, was still about that funny there. But a different kind: That the profound is funny. Sometimes. It's funny to hear; to see fit in the whole, or be the whole; it's funny as a release. Kind of joy, depressurization, revelation, satisfaction. It fills you up. Fills up the heart, to the fingertips.
You feel like a clever Michelin Man.
(Pffffft!) :o)
And still one more part. Something that I have noticed, for me, is deep, emotionally. I don't mean deep as in complex. I mean deep as that it has been several times seen.
It seems in the state of humor ~ when we are talking with someone we care about, are comfortable with, and we feel good? When we feel that way, and are explained something novel or enlightening or meaningful, ~ it is like the state of humor provides the space to make the understanding widen into fruition. Fully. Water for flowers. Like bliss is an enlightenment uhm.....helper. Stage. Gas tank. Canvas.
Our full awareness. Focused expansion. Inflation.
This is obviously simple, and I'm embarrassed for bringing it up, but I never know where I'm going. What can I say. (Obviously, whatever takes 900 words.)
I was talking to my beloved cousin buddy Dash last night, and at least once in a conversation, the two of us will be laughing hard and talking way too loud and peeling off character voices and one-liners, like Revelation.
Revel, in it.
We laugh very hard.
I don't know if it's the humor, or "truth", or perspective, or simply the joy brought by "the state" itself. Maybe an insight creates humor, or humor creates the insight.
It's that chicken and egg thing. Sides of the coin. The rooster came first. And laughed.
I guess what got me started on this, was the best thing about running around life and the world trying to figure out what's going on, has been the people of humor I have bumped into. There's a lot of joy there; and the truth, should there be one, or any, is irrelevant to it.
Which is handy.
Your note, many notes on S.I., remind me of that.
They make me laugh.
[Oh dear. 967 words.]
Time for a nap.
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