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1 | --- | ||
2 | title: Proverbs | ||
3 | genre: prose | ||
4 | |||
5 | project: | ||
6 | title: Book of Hezekiah | ||
7 | css: hezekiah | ||
8 | order: 4 | ||
9 | next: | ||
10 | title: Moving sideways | ||
11 | link: movingsideways | ||
12 | prev: | ||
13 | title: Philosophy | ||
14 | link: philosophy | ||
15 | ... | ||
16 | |||
17 | [Nothing matters; everything is sacred. Everything matters; nothing is | ||
18 | sacred][sacred].[^1] This is the only way we can move forward: by moving | ||
19 | sideways. Life is a great big rugby game, and the entire field has to be run | ||
20 | for a goal. The fact that the beginning two verses of this chapter have the | ||
21 | same number of characters proves that they are a tautological pair, that is, | ||
22 | they *complete each other*. Sometimes life seems like a dog wagging its tail, | ||
23 | smiling up at you and wanting you to love it, just wanting that, simple simple | ||
24 | love, oblivious to the fact that it just ran through your immaculately groomed | ||
25 | flower garden and tracked all the mud in onto your freshly steamed carpet. | ||
26 | Life is not life in a suburb. [There are no rosebushes, groomed never. There | ||
27 | is no carpet, steamed at any time.][rosebush] The dog looks at you wanting you | ||
28 | to love it. It wants to know that you know that it's there. *It wants to be | ||
29 | observed*.[\^2] | ||
30 | |||
31 | [sacred]: words-meaning.html | ||
32 | [rosebush]: lovesong.html | ||
33 | |||
34 | [^1]: Thank you Tom Stoppard. Ha ha ho ho and hee hee. | ||
35 | |||
36 | [^2]: Ah ha! I knew this was going to happen at some point. Now things | ||
37 | are going to get more interesting because the dog wants what we | ||
38 | thought was a bad thing, right? Right? Didn't we go through that | ||
39 | part about how observing made it impossible to really know anything, | ||
40 | and I had to start over because it's really hard to figure out what | ||
41 | you're talking about when reality slips out of your hands like a | ||
42 | fish, but you're not a cat with claws so it just flops right outta | ||
43 | your hand back into the lake. (By the way, Nirvana is thought to be | ||
44 | what a drop of water feels upon flopping into a lake---doesn't that | ||
45 | seem important? Doesn't it seem like a fish and a drop of water here | ||
46 | are connected? It helps, of course, that the fish represents Reality | ||
47 | here.) | ||