Saturday, September 23, 2006

Death Defying Laughter and a Touch of Infanity

A world is a perceived world. There are many worlds, and if you do not have the upperatus to pursuve it, it will not exist for you and come out to play.

A scientific world is a quantitative world, whereas religion (not the scary kind) addresses itself to qualitative aspects of the cosmos. Science, restricting itself to the horizontal aspects of reality, necessarily regards the human being as essentially superfluous, no different than any other scientific fact of matter, matter of fact.

However, on the traditional view, human beings are regarded as a microcosmos, a “universe in miniature,” sharing the same plan and clueprince as the whole existentialada. Holy guacamole! This is what the dry desert father Origen meant when he said, “Understand that you have within yourself, upon a small scale, a second universe: within you there is a sun, there is a moon, and there are also stars.”

As Meister Eckhart yelled out while running away from the religious authorities, “The world is created anew for each newborn person.” Or, you might say that when you were bearthed and begaialed, a mirrorcle of the abbasolute was born, and infanity put in a finny phase.

Existence, if you are sonsitive to these these maters (the voidgin kind), is a nonstop guffah-ha! experience. I know it is for my 17 month old gagboy, anyway. It’s all a big joke to him--discovery, surprise, convulsive laughter, rinse and repeat. How does one lose that essential attitude of existence as play, and is it possible to ungrow it again? For as I have munchkinned many times, every lila one of us is an inrisible pax of the puzzall, speaking in apunnishontical way.

One is struck (ouch!) at how absent this gladitude is in the two grim angriologies of our day, Islamism and leftism. Strangely, Ahmadinejad is always smiling, and yet his only humor is quite tensional and headache inducing. And the Tourette’s left of dailykuss and huffingandpissed is an unrelieved stream of anger and unfactive.

Here again, this is another reason why gliberal talk radio will always suckceedngly, because the left can never make fun of so much that is eminently jokeworthy--for excremplement, Ahamdinejad and Chavez, Howard Dean and Jesse Jackson, the hordes of feminist shemales and their feminized femaniacal consorts such as Johns Kerry and Edwards. The left’s laughty loondry list of sacred cowpies is so long and malodorous, that any humor that doesn’t involve hating President Bush is bound to offend one of their conflatulencies, so in a mallard of time it gets terdious very quackily, not to mention blasfumy.

Many people will have to await the occasion of death to hear the final punch line and to get the Joke Beyond Which There is No Funnier. But to live nobly is to live in the company of death, and death is a dark cosmedian, no doubt. For example, my wife and I decided somewhat late in life to have a child to always be heir for us (although our fairytality doctor reassured us on our first shakedown that we weren’t even close to the oldest fossils he had exhumined that day). As it so hap unhappyns, my son was conserved in the very same month (but in a different dish) that I was diagnosed with type I diabetes. Ha ha ha! Life and death juxtaposed. Sugar & sweet. Very funny!

This humorous yuckstaposition of various pilarities such as life and death is pregnant on nearly every page of Finnegans Wake. Sure, we’re all going to die. You anyway. But “Hohoho, Mister Finn, you’re going to be Mister Finnegan! Comeday morm and O, you’re vine! Sendday’s eve and, ah, your vinegar! Hahahaha, Mister Funn, you’re going to be fined again!” In fact, we die a thousand deaths in this liffey life, but “even if Humpty shell fall frumpty times as awkward..., there’ll be iggs for the brekkers come to mournhim, sunny side up with care.”

What will you remurmur when you died? What will you tagalog in your philopaean? I was thinking around this the other day, as I was shooting hoops, mostly oops, by my lonesome at the nearby park. Thinking about my fimfim. You know, my funferal. You’d think it would be slightly mausolating, but it was sort of... I don’t know... wet’s the world... oceanic I suppose.

And then a little byrd spoke his dylan' words to me: “The river flows, it flows to the sea, wherever that river goes, that’s where I want to be, flow river flow, let your waters wash down, take me from this road, to some other town.” That's a way a lone a last a loved a long the riverrun, the same bloomin' yes that worships in oneder in a weecosmic womb with a pew and is finally nothing after all (before it, two). Or so we have heard from the whys.

It reminds me of a poem Elvis used to recite to his friends and other peerasites, he really did:

As I awoke this morning
When all sweet things are born
A robin perched on my windowsill
To greet the coming dawn
He sang his song so sweetly
And paused for a moment’s lull
I gently raised the window
And crushed his fucking skull

But not a king crosses the phoenix line in this life lest he be repossessed and amortized. I guess that’s my pointer. Somehow gravity must be exchanged for levity and lovity if you want a mahahasamadhi from this womentary maninfestation, while you wait. We all go back to the mamamatrix anyway once we’re cured of plurality. Why not staret now, I for One, One for all?

Now that I have an itty bitty, I remama with him sometimes. What it was like! Face to face in a sacred space, into the blisstic mystic, no you or I, nor reason wise, count the stars up in your eyes. That's how you seeternity. It's there in a wee be tweenus. You know, the nature of reality, the rapture of nihility, a peace magnificent, silent-still, crystal clear, outshining mystery, Truth of truth, syrup hovering over the waffles, Divine spark, breath of life! And you shall never grow so old again, amen for a child's job.

A touch of infanity. Couldn’t we all use it?

*****

(Note to commenters--I had to enable comment moderation because HWSNBN keeps trying to hijack the thread with his inane and inapproprate comments, so there may be a short delay between posting your comment and seeing it. His assholiness has done this several times before, where he will spend hours posting the same thing no matter how many times I delete it...)

32 Comments:

Blogger Joseph said...

Thanks - laughter is a great blessing. Certainly, fundamentalist and far-left people usually lack the ability to laugh at themselves. But this applies to right wing Christian fundamentalists just as much as to Islamists. The left, and Islamists, don't have a monopoly on milking victimhood, anger, and over-seriousness!

9/23/2006 10:38:00 AM  
Blogger Big Possum said...

Serious questions. If 'ridicule' was suddenly vanquished from your humor repertoire, where would that leave you? Do you experience pleasure in the process of writing the ridicule that you direct at "liberals"? If so, are you in some level addicted to this pleasure, and to your own brand of humor, in a way that results in attachments to certain aspects of your conservative mindset? If so, do such attachments interfere with the pace/path by which you evolve to express greater and greater truth? One reason I ask is this. Good senses of humor, ones that actually attract others, are not so easy to develop. In looking at my own sense of humor, and understanding my ego's pride in various expressions of my schtick, I'm wondering to what extent attachments to my own brand of humor may hinder my effectiveness at making the world a better place. I'd be interested in your thoughts on the subject.

9/23/2006 10:42:00 AM  
Blogger Lisa said...

I love it when you write in your Bobbistic way! Comments are funny, too! Thanks...

9/23/2006 10:47:00 AM  
Blogger Big Possum said...

Actually, your need to react to my real questions with a funny, one that attempts to put me down, illustrates my point. But thanks for playin. Ooops, there I go....fallin' into the same trap. Life is but a gig.

9/23/2006 11:02:00 AM  
Anonymous Petey said...

Frogigir

Seriously, we have no earthly or celestial idea what the hell you're talking about, unless you're trying to satirize nags. In that case, very funny!

And nags--will you please get lost so I don't have to put on comment moderation yet again? You have you own blog. Stop acting like an obsessive loon.

9/23/2006 11:03:00 AM  
Anonymous joseph said...

just in case no one knows, the joseph that posted on fundamentalism and humor was not the Schuonian joseph.

9/23/2006 11:19:00 AM  
Blogger Gagdad Bob said...

Thank you, Joseph. I might have known! Everyone knows that Islamists and leftists do indeed have a monopoly on victimhood! We need antitrust legislation so that someone else can get a piece of the action.

9/23/2006 11:23:00 AM  
Anonymous Alear said...

Bravo, Maestro. The man himself would have bowed at your essay. I especially liked "begaialed" and "death is a dark cosmedian".

Another reason to enjoy a weekend: Bob brings out his whacky stick, and I savor such.

Shooting hoops, you ever play Pig solo? Some call it Horse. I recall disputes playing Pig, where it was important to call "you gotta dot the i". Me, I always thought dotting the i was important.

-- Alear

9/23/2006 11:25:00 AM  
Blogger Big Possum said...

Petey,

I'll try to clarify. When we experiences ourselves making a funny, and the sensation of "tickling ourselves" with our whit/humor, we experience pleasure. The pleasure is magnified by others' positive feeback (laughing, compliments, etc.). Much of your schtick is in your ridicule of liberals. Your enjoyment of your ability to tickle yourself and get positive feedback for this creates a bias that closes your mind to the reception of truths that might be found in the perspectives of some liberals. Bob the comedian, without ridicule of liberals, would be like Eddie Murphy and Diceman without profanity. If this amounts to a nag for which I deserve to be vanquished from your forum then I'll have to live with that. By the way, how's your man K-Dubs do'in.

9/23/2006 11:33:00 AM  
Blogger Gagdad Bob said...

Frogigir--

Easy for you to say--you make everything sound so funny! I apologize for being such a bleeding mind satiricon.

9/23/2006 11:39:00 AM  
Anonymous Joseph said...

I mentioned yesterday my fun with the Amish. I cannot imagine a more fundamentalist type and thoroughly Christian. I have never met a more quick witted people and people who took themselves less seriously. When I teased them about whether my using a power tool was fine, but if they used one it was wicked, they would get such an incredible kick. We could carry on these conversations all day and they did not try and blow me up once. The problem with Islamists and liberals, and why it is so easy to ridicule them, is that they cannot laugh at themselves--at all. Bob has mentioned this before, but it seemed worth bringing up again.

9/23/2006 11:42:00 AM  
Anonymous Will said...

I'm getting really high on Frogigr! More Frogigr!

9/23/2006 12:30:00 PM  
Blogger Nagarjuna said...

"Petey," no one is forcing you to enable comment moderation. Certainly I have posted nothing today or in days past that requires you to do this. My comments have been substantive in content, respectful in tone, and free of profanity, threats, or any other abusive elements. I enjoy reading your blog and posting comments to it when I have something to say that satisfies the aformentioned criteria.

All the best to you and Bob.

9/23/2006 12:53:00 PM  
Blogger Big Possum said...

Will,

Appreciating your feedback I have only talked a big game about writing a book whereas Bob here has actually written one, so if it it is highs you are after, it is his pipe that is being passed around in this circle. I AM but a stink bud and shall not be lulled into comparisons with peyote. Having said this, I will bid you adieu with three of the most meaningful words in the history of American cinema. "It's all ballbearings". No bullchit.

Bob, thanks for your sportsmanship. Though received as satire, I assure you that my original questions were rendered in the most sincere of spirits. Warm place you got here. Eye'll be back.

9/23/2006 02:40:00 PM  
Anonymous will said...

Don't misunderestimate yourself, Frogigr. Your non-linearity is wonderfully unique!

We'll sea ya.

9/23/2006 03:38:00 PM  
Anonymous Joan of Argghh! said...

Any group of folks who can't laugh at their feet of clay deserve to be ridiculed, and that would include the right and the left. However, that there are sooo many fish in that liberal barrel doesn't make it any less fun with the ridicule gun, mr. frogiggles.

9/23/2006 03:52:00 PM  
Anonymous Joan of Argghh! said...

Which makes me think...whatever happened to the public disgrace of being put in the stocks? Seems ridicule was deemed instructional to the lazy mind.

In fact, if the Left and the Liberal media were to take ridicule out of their arsena...uh.. repertoire, the silence would be golden.

9/23/2006 04:02:00 PM  
Anonymous Joseph said...

Will,
A fellow Fletch fan!

9/23/2006 05:09:00 PM  
Anonymous Joan of Argghh said...

Is this thing on?? Hello?

I know I'm not significant enough to be banned. Wassup?

9/23/2006 06:21:00 PM  
Blogger Big Possum said...

"Peace to my peoples in Philly"

9/24/2006 06:23:00 AM  
Blogger Van said...

I'm confused by Froggir-turned-Big Possum(channeling HWSNBN) desire to give humor a ridiculectomy and see what humor would be left. Like trying to remove hardness from ice & see what would be left - it's part of it. If you're hit in the head with an ice cube, you notice its hardness, if it is sitting on your hand for a minute, you notice its coldness, if you're standing on it you notice its solidity - different properties claim your focus in different situations.

Ridicule is a part of humor - tell me, what part of humor would be more appropriate for dealing with ignorance and stupidity? Sarcasm? Small doses, but that's best in small hits, ridicule is much more bearable in a sustained setting. One liners (Take my leftists... Please!)? Setup jokes with a punch line? Gentle rolling & warming story humor? No humor? There're plenty of dry analysis venue's out there, go find them. We find Gagdad's humor enjoyable and appropriate, if your funny bone is too flimsy for it, put another layer on your denial cast and limp off to find a site more your speed.

By Order of Minister in Charge of Troll Abatement
(I was scrolling down the One Cosmos page last night and what to my wondering eye did I see, "Minister in Charge of Troll Abatement, Van"! My name in Lights! Better than Broadway! Be still my blogging Heart!)

9/24/2006 08:34:00 AM  
Blogger Van said...

Uh-oh, looks like we're in the midst of another Troll & Orc attack... I've got Glamdring & Orcrist ready - bring 'em on!

9/24/2006 08:39:00 AM  
Blogger Van said...

(On the off chance that this didn't make it because I didn't type the picture letters correctly - I usually have to submit 2 or three times before I get it right, I'm resubmitting this comment - if on the other hand it didn't make it because the One Cosmos moves in mysterious ways, I can live with that)

I'm confused by Froggir-turned-Big Possum(channeling HWSNBN) desire to give humor a ridiculectomy and see what humor would be left. Like trying to remove hardness from ice & see what would be left - it's part of it. If you're hit in the head with an ice cube, you notice its hardness, if it is sitting on your hand for a minute, you notice its coldness, if you're standing on it you notice its solidity - different properties claim your focus in different situations.

Ridicule is a part of humor - tell me, what part of humor would be more appropriate for dealing with ignorance and stupidity? Sarcasm? Small doses, but that's best in small hits, ridicule is much more bearable in a sustained setting. One liners (Take my leftists... Please!)? Setup jokes with a punch line? Gentle rolling & warming story humor? No humor? There're plenty of dry analysis venue's out there, go find them. We find Gagdad's humor enjoyable and appropriate, if your funny bone is too flimsy for it, put another layer on your denial cast and limp off to find a site more your speed.

By Order of Minister in Charge of Troll Abatement
(I was scrolling down the One Cosmos page last night and what to my wondering eye did I see, "Minister in Charge of Troll Abatement, Van"! My name in Lights! Better than Broadway! Be still my blogging Heart!)

9/24/2006 10:14:00 AM  
Blogger Big Possum said...

Van,

A frog hops trots into a bar and encounters a fella, 'Moonbat', with a fun buzz. As their talkin, a 'possum trots and joins the conversation. The frog and the 'possum, sharing many laughs with said moonbat, leave together. As they do, frog looks over his shoulder and says, "Yo moonbat, careful you don't get to attached to that buzz. Rumor on the street is that there is a new girl in town who thinks you're cute, but she won't dive in the hay wity any crittahs that have been drinking."

Where in this story do you interpret either frog or 'possum condemning either chilly pops or a fun buzz?

Also, fwiw, I do not know this HWSNBN crittah of whom you speak.

Carry on Montesquieu.

9/24/2006 10:46:00 AM  
Blogger Van said...

One yearns to hear the strains of Grannie Clampet hollerin "Jed, Jethro, Ellie May! Come get your vittles! Possum stew!"

(BTW, Montaigne, I think, would be better suited to name calling in a blog.)

9/24/2006 01:46:00 PM  
Anonymous Petey said...

I prefer a muskrat pie with boiled owl. Washed down with Pabst Blue Ribbon. And a fried scooter pie for dessert.

9/24/2006 02:25:00 PM  
Blogger Nagarjuna said...

Two points.

(1) Some, like Ken Wilber, suggest that it's time for us to broaden our definition of "science" to include the investigation of ALL phenomena--including physical, biological, psychological, and spiritual--amenable to injunction (a sound methodology), apprehension(generation of data), and confirmation (evaluation by a community of the qualified), and to integrate the knowledge obtained as fully as possible.

(2) It seems to me that it isn't only that many on the left are very angry and hateful toward president Bush now, but also that many on the right were equally angry and hateful toward president Clinton, and not just at the end of his presidency.

9/24/2006 06:16:00 PM  
Anonymous Petey said...

There is a French aphorism that translates as "dogs don't get jokes." Or so we have heard from the wise, from der pajama clad leuny toon.

9/24/2006 06:37:00 PM  
Blogger Big Possum said...

Van,

AS long as this is a day for quick movie quotes, I'll leave you with one more.

"Say hahllo tu my 'lill friend"

http://www.technochitlins.com/mt-archives/moonbat.jpg

I'll forgive the 'possum soup comment if you'll forgive my frivolity. Just trying to ease into this forum on a light vibe. Keep up your good work on the troll patrol. There's one hidin' under every bridge.

BP

9/24/2006 06:42:00 PM  
Blogger Nagarjuna said...

"There is a French aphorism that translates as "dogs don't get jokes." Or so we have heard from the wise, from der pajama clad leuny toon."

Thank you, "Petey," for clarifying that Bob was only joking about liberals hating a sitting president on the other side of the political spectrum more than conservatives do. I agree that both sides show an equal propensity to "hate" their political "enemies."

9/24/2006 06:51:00 PM  
Anonymous cousin dupree said...

Remarkable! You understand Bob's idea so well, soon you'll graduate to the mystery of how that big pillow fits into a little pillowcase.

9/24/2006 07:45:00 PM  
Blogger boinky said...

your cheerful poem reminded me of this commerical
link

9/24/2006 10:27:00 PM  

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