Jonathots Daily Blog
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As we depart this year
Let us leave behind some fear
2019 certainly weathered us with its conditions.
For we begin to believe that we are so susceptible to the climate of our times that it is beyond our control.
BAD
Too dry.
Yes, that was the problem this year.
In the pursuit of goals, or maybe even high ideals, we lost our humanity and became schoolmasters, instructing one another, incapable of maintaining a sense of humor about our own frailty.
Everything got really serious.
Even interactions we once took for granted—such as the give and take that happens between men and women in the attempt to discover romance and propagate our species—was isolated into tiny danger zones, so that eventually it just became safer not to talk to one another.
Our politicians are as dry as dust. One group hates poor people and the other despises the rich. Unfortunately, both parties believe themselves to be the messengers of truth.
We need to listen to the Earth.
We need to understand our place.
And once we find our place, rather than falling into a sand dune and suffocating, we need to uncover good cheer.
Good cheer is the by-product of a simple principle:
Since I am not the first person this has ever happened to, there apparently is a solution, or at least a reprieve, so while pursuing this, I will keep myself free from all despair.
We are presently too dry. It’s a bad thing.
SAD
Then again, there are times when we seem too wet.
Soppy, sappy and silly.
We’ve begun to believe that things that don’t matter at all have great significance and consecration. And of course, we continue to contend that human sexuality is tied into the divine workings of angels instead of the pleasurable grunting and groaning of humans who are doing their best impersonations of Brother Gorilla and Sister Chimpanzee.
We listen to elaborate stories that people share to draw tears to our eyes, so that we will favor them in a singing contest.
The liberals are worried about the children and poverty and the mistreatment of the persecuted masses while the conservatives shed many tears over the loss of values, family and morality.
I find myself constantly soaked with the false emotion of those who are either bitching their way through life or have fallen apart and don’t seem to be able to be put back together again.
MAD
A case can be made that our whole society has become too hot. With the ability to go from zero to sixty degrees of viral intensity over the smallest matters, it now seems that our worst enemy is our own tongue, which lashes out without ever considering that those we attack might just pull out an automatic weapon and blow our heads off.
I find that temper is fed by two evils:
1. Pride in oneself
2. Pride in one’s God.
When these two are put together, intolerance is the result, which can easily lead to terrorism.
We need to turn down the heat.
Neither you nor I are as good as we think we are, and neither you nor I can guarantee God’s will.
So relax.
Sometimes things need to play out—and when they do, if you have kept your mind from flaming, you might be glad you when you don’t burn up.
GLAD
I guess the old-time phrase was “chill out.” Is it still around?
The reason church people are able to tolerate Christianity is that it’s been a long time since they’ve read the Gospels.
Merely standing in front of a congregation of believers, reading the Sermon on the Mount and offering a cursory explanation would empty the sanctuary within a month.
We are way too concerned about having our opinions taken into consideration. The idea that our conjectures don’t matter would tear at the fabric of an egomaniacal need to be valuable.
So we should chill out—if we can remember what that means.
It was best stated by an itinerant preacher thousands of years ago, who gave a three-word philosophical insight for life on Earth:
Take no thought.
He then produced a list of things we don’t need to think about, which included most of our ego-driven demands.
He closed it out by saying, “Take no thought for tomorrow, for today has enough.”
The greatest thing that you and I can do to make 2020 a perfect vision is to stop thinking about so much.
The really important shit lights up, letting you know when it needs consideration.
Everything else is dim, dull and has been around since Methuselah—whoever in the hell he is.
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