1 Thing We Need to Stop Saying if We Want Things to Get Better

“There is no one quite like me.”

Yes, there is.

And yes, there are.

Millions and billions of human cousins inhabit a small sphere floating in an enormous cosmos, with the heavens declaring, “Be fruitful and multiply,” not “Be fruitful and specify.”

We have so much in common that we fight.

We are a multiplication desperately attempting to avoid division.

If our beauty is skin deep and our color barely covers a first coat, then what lies inside us is equally internal and eternal.

Beware those who desire to gain by stealing the precious identity and purpose of others.

There is someone like you.

There are many like you.

You are set aside from the animal kingdom to be a part of the human race.

You are worth many sparrows.

But you are not sharing a different neighborhood.

It is contingent on those who understand that there is no temptation that is not common to us all—nor any blessing that should be withheld—to step forward and silence the money-grubbing, selfish sons-of-a-bitches who want to turn us against one another just so for a moment, they can look on their offspring as superior.

This is the one thing we must stop saying. “There is no one quite like me.”

If you are not happy being part of an eight-billion-person party, then please quietly go off by yourself with your own bag of chips to the nearest cave—and feel special.

 

G-Poppers … February 3rd, 2017

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G-Pop loves math.

He hates mathematics.

When he discovered that things could be added together, arriving at a sum, he found the experience to be practical.

Even subtraction had its appeal because after all, things come and things go.

Multiplication opened the door to expansion–blessing.

But then, division. Even as a young boy, G-Pop wondered what the power was of being divisive.

Thus began the journey, or dare we say head trip–into mathematics.

After division came algebra, where letters were substituted for numbers. Go figure.

Then geometry–everything analyzed from the position of points. Unfortunately, it seemed rather pointless to G-Pop.

Trigonometry was an angle on triangles, and calculus–well, G-Pop couldn’t even understand the definition.

Somewhere along the line, the educational system went from providing useful tidbits to compiling data, only applicable if you happened to be building your own rocket to the moon.

It is an obsession in our country–a religion, if you will–to worship knowledge.

Deep in our souls we understand that the purpose of knowing is to do and not just posture. But we still insist on touting egregious amounts of theorems and addendums to convince those around us that we have reached a higher level of comprehension.

I feel we do the same thing in the entertainment field. Rather than telling a story to enlighten, inspire or even mystify, we choose to pull out some extraordinary circumstance and present it, through theater, as if it’s the pending doom threatening the planet.

How about politics? We decide we want to build a bridge so we put together a 2,000-word report, which becomes a 4,000-word bill with amendments.

Sometimes it just seems we’re trying to justify the purpose for college degrees and give printers a way to pay their mortgage.

Certainly in religion, we’ve completely lost sight of what adds to us, what subtracts from us, and how we multiply. So the end result is, we’re completely divided.

We’ve lost the ability to understand that once you depart from the Golden Rule, “Love your neighbor as yourself,” you’re basically interpreting dreams. For the Golden Rule is the total union of love of God, love of self, and love of other humans.

Instead, we want to talk about the Trinity, the seed of David, the order of angels, the make-up of heaven, the interpretation of the Book of Revelation, the Tabernacle of David, and exactly which sins are unacceptable, forbidding someone from entering the Kingdom, and which ones get a wink.

G-Pop is not against knowledge, but just as you have to get a degree to prove you have education, knowledge must prove that it has a degree of value to the human cause to continue to be revered.

If your belief in God goes any further than “love your neighbor as yourself,” you’ve crawled down the rabbit hole with Alice–to Wonderland.

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