response to tomorrow's thoughts

brief analysis of the moment then,
is good and may even be zen
but in depth analysis of time and space
means the zen didn't work in the first place

unless, of course, we are seeking the zen (re: understanding of, ) of in-depth analysis, which is mostly an avoidance of the being by getting lost in the [thought] process...

and if you understand, you find it genius... and if you do not, you find it boolsh, or BS... but then, many spend four years taking extra classes just to earn BS, so there may be a little worth to it after all... not that spending four year doing anything guarantees worth... so it is relative… like algebra, who knew i'd be using it daily decades after acing it and wondering why, but that's besides the point (except to touch on RealTime™ for a moment, if only to connect with the original purpose of this blog and therein satisfy the purists we can be, speaking for myselves, at least…

i love it when we can have these convulsations...

too many words, not enough cuddling, therein is the genius exposed...

i think (speaking of going against the grain and contradicting wisdom, or self, for that matter), that we humans (now that i feel like i can speak as one) spend way too much time thinking about what we've lost and not nearly enough time thinking about what we have, no less enjoying either... enjoy the memories in the moment, but focus on enjoying the moment and all that is in it (for there is not enough time to do more, only less, and doing less diminishes the moments and therein, dilutes the memories as well)...

but losing everything,
that's like the sun going down on me...

and the sun has actually gone down on me several times, in spite of my earnestly singing that song to the universe and anyone who might have cared at the time... but when losing everything, left with nothing, it's nothing, or like the song, or prayer, for that matter (what matter?), mostly a distraction from doing [something]...

kind of like the song you mention, thanks to Tim Rice and the boys from ABBA, though you might mean the Frankie goes to Hollywood version, as opposed to the Murray Head original, everything (especially entries like this, no less convulsations), is kind of like a game of Chess (or at least a play on words… or more accurately, words being names, after all, a play upon names which has been shortened, in modern language, to pun... as once again we wonder if digression is the better part of valor or squalor)….

anyway, the doctor orders state:

repeat that not seeing the forest for the trees metaphor (or analogy, which is kind of like what z might be suggesting about zen, or i could be stretching my understanding well beyond conception outside of my mind as complexity leaves out some connections that i assume there because they are there for me... genius is internal and mostly viewed as delusional until it is understood, but that's another back story) until the association is made, or until sleep overtakes the meditation, whichever comes first...

It's a drag, it's a bore, it's really such a pity
To be looking at the board, not looking at the city


Murray Head Lyrics
One Night In Bangkok Lyrics

or maybe you just feel the devil walking next to you... or maybe even more, it's the irony of the last song on that particular soundtrack that calls out checkmate in the deepest corners (or windmills, which may or may not be a reference to a few other songs, depending on perspective and flexibility) of your mind...

Nothing is so good it lasts eternally
Perfect situations must go wrong
But this has never yet prevented me
Wanting far too much for far too long.

Looking back I could have played it differently
Won a few more moments who can tell
But it took time to understand the man
Now at least I know I know him well

No one in your life is with you constantly
No one is completely on your side
And though I move my world to be with him
Still the gap between us is too wide.

and for background spice we add simple facts like in Australian, the song pushed I Want to Know What love is by Foreigner out of the #1 spot and most everywhere else (outside the US and UK), it was Shout by Tears for Fears that usurped it on the charts... so yes, if you want to know what love is, then let it all out, but then, move on..

game, set, match, love.

note the period...

everything can be broken down to simple mathematics for those who have any understanding or aptitude for simple mathematics, else, it can be words trying to express more than words, which almost always leads to failure and the bible, or some other book or rules… no offense to any book of rules, or revelations, for that matter, but if it doesn't happen in your head, it didn't really happen for you… perspective is all we can find sometimes, but now and then, if we leave behind all we've been told, we might find clarity...

ah…

and to bring it full circle as this exercise in mental yoga comes to a climax, or rest point, (for this entry, at least, or then again, i mean for tomorrow's entry), when i wish a moment of zen, i must do more than wish... never mind the babbling, the analysis, the conditions, the rules, the revelations, the thinking, (or even the songs, for that matter), just do it...