Sunday, November 2, 2008
Merrily I Hold My Breath, Waiting for Tuesday
I'm reading another great book about the brain, The Feeling of What Happens; Body and Emotion in the Making of Consciousness by Antonio Damasio. Neurologists see our humanity so very differently than, say, philosophers or poets, though in truth, there is poetry in their point of view. At least I see poetry.
The book is reminding me that the Buddhists who believe life is but a dream are, in fact, in perfect alignment with the neurology of consciousness. It's so interesting and a little unnerving, (pardon the unintentional pun.) I mean, I KNOW life is but a dream, but usually that truth comes across in subtle ways. This week, here in the U.S., the dream factor is turned up to eleven.
When I saw a TV ad by Hillary Clinton for Al Franken yesterday (on the non-stop election coverage on MSNBC) my eyes opened wide and I literally laughed out loud. Should say: I'm not against Al Franken. He's a smart guy and very funny, too, but the combination of Hillary speaking for Al was just ... bizarre. The fact that Saturday Night Live seems to have played such a huge role in this election is another blatant sign that life is but a dream. Might as well go row row row my boat, eh?
Thank God for cyber Prozac, beautiful autumn colors and other soothing remedies like the chicken noodle soup I made last night. I'm used to believing (in spite of all my mysticism) that "reality" can be in some way counted upon. But the truth is, anything can happen.
For instance, today the clocks say it's an hour earlier than yesterday, but has time really changed? Just because we say so, yes? Might as well get a grip on the oars, people, and head gently down the stream! Yes? Yes.