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Monday 23 January 2012

Slightly drunken ramblings!

Monday 23rd Jan., 2012. 9:56 p.m.
                                                       Rosemount Reserve. Expertly selected. Semillon Verdelho. 2010. Plonko collapso. Half a bottle gone already.
                                                        Of course, the best thing is to be a fortunate creature. To be a fortunate creature you have to look passed the vicissitudes and get into seriously counting your blessings. Well, I don't see how else you can count yourself fortunate if you are a flatheid and also self-flagellating, and full of negativities, such as the awesome negative self talking. Oh, no! If you are not feeling so fortunate, you could start counting your blessings by realising that you are not on fire. Somewhere, at this very moment, someone is on fire, and so thank fung it's not you.
                                                         Of course, the best thing is to be cheerful! Some folk just seem to be cheerful. There's no stopping them. They are just very well brought up, go out there and give of yourself with a big smile, totally fortunate, cheerful basturns, so they are. I don't see what they've got to be cheerful about, but they just are.
                                                         You have to remember that almost nobody starves to death in this country. If you're a homeless person, your life expectancy in this country is about forty three, I think. That's totally fabulous. If you were a caveman, you're life expectancy would be about twelve, tops. But, in this country, you can shuffle about the alleyways until you are forty three. You could be cheerful throughout, and a happy joe or josephine. So who is the happier?
                                                          I think the happier person is the happier, Hotboy. You might be right about that, Jack. But how do you get to be the happier person? Well, Hotboy, you get to be the happier person by thinking the happier thoughts.
                   We may pause now to consider the mental formations. So it's really just a lot of photons, and stuff you can bump into, but is it mostly mental formations, or not? This is why you have to take drugs. Nobody I know takes drugs anymore because they are too old. But when they were young enough to take drugs, you might be able to engage them in this mental formations stuff.
                    Myself, well, I have to say right now that all I can believe in is lots of little boxes, like you open one box, and there's another box inside. Lots of little mental formations inside lots of little mental formations.
                    Whether or not, it is arising in mind ... well, where else is it arising? I think you have to look out at the world and see that as your mind. Like this typey, typey thing, and computery thing, and the room stuff, and the history of the world that I think I know about ... well, it's all in MY mind, and what I've got to do is somehow look out at it and think that it is mind. Like, there's an underlying mind. And the computery thing and I arise simultaneously in MIND, so it's out there and bigger, and not my mind. That's got to be the start of losing your anxiety.
                    That'll be ten percent off the top, please.

3 comments:

rob said...

Albert uses the Rosemount Riesling. Ten years in the cellar can turn it into gold or bath cleaner.

I plan to catch up on the drugs when I'm an OAP. Can you recommend any modern hallucinogens?

Hotboy said...

Albert? The last hallucinogens I had were a mega dose of magic mushrooms. I would not recommend this to you, or any hallucinogens. You could always stick your bum in the bushes and get bitten by any one of hundreds of poisonous critters in yon desert where you live and see how that works out! Hotboy

rob said...

In Australia, I believe some young folk lick the back of cane toads for the hallucinogenic poison. They sometimes die of course.