What it all boils down to…

is the people you love.  And maybe the people who love you.

I have kind of a funny view of life.  I sort of subscribe to the “I am the dreamer dreaming the dream” or “I am the dream of the dreamer dreaming the dream” philosophy.

I believe in living life to its fullest, cherishing life and those people I love.  I believe in living life as though it is the ultimate reality even though I’m aware it’s not.

The thing is this – you make the journey to heaven, or enlightenment, if you prefer, and then you came back and live your life.  You raise your kids, you argue with your husband, you shop for groceries, you laugh at The Big Bang Theory, you shiver at The Terminator, you have a little sex, you walk your dog.

Enlightenment is not over there somewhere.  There is no use seeking Nirvana or heaven because in the seeking heaven (enlightenment) will elude you.  It is in us, it surrounds us every single moment of every single day.

I believe in God and I believe without question one should treat others as one wishes to be treated.  In other words, as Rabbi Hillel said several generations before Jesus – What is abhorrent to you do not do to others.

Here’s how I see it… God is immutable.  He can’t change and grow and learn except through us.  We are God experiencing Himself.  It’s pretty cool when you think about it.  Remember that old ad~ Let your fingers do the walking through the Yellow Pages?  That’s us.  We are God putting on a glove (skin) and walking through life.

Life is the good, the bad and the ugly.  It’s why I choose to be good.  I don’t demand perfection, but I don’t want to live with the ramifications of bad and ugly because I’ve seen them with my own eyes.  And yeah, hell is what you make of it.

I died at the age of sixteen in an accident.  Maybe tomorrow I’ll tell you about it.  And then I’ll get back to discussing inanities, because seriously you have to have a sense of humor about all this shit.

P.S.  God loves baseball.  I swear He does.

If I’m gonna quote him, I have to be accurate.

My husband says so.  Therefore, I find it necessary to elaborate upon my post of yesterday.  In the world according to him, we are, each and every one of us, a combination of male and female characteristics.  My husband has some personality traits that are traditionally considered feminine, i.e., nurturing, an ability to listen, sensitivity (but not like The Most Sensitive Man in the World as in the movie Bedazzled – when is that sun gonna set?).  This is why he’s reading The Female Brain, by Louann Brizendine, and then he’s going to read the book related to my previous previous post, The Male Brain, i.e., the penis, by the same author – so he can potentially develop some additional insights into his own behavior.  See…prime example – female brain…how many males seek insight?  I mean, other than mystics and saints and Herman Hesse’s Siddhartha, a book and an author who, along with Martin Buber, set me on the right path back in the days when I searched for enlightenment.

I have to admit there is one male-brain thing my husband does and it involves the TV remote -  it’s like this male obsessive compulsive disorder called:  Point Remote and Switch from One Game to Another for Hours On End.  Today the disease involves the NCAA Women’s Final Four – Stanford vs. Oklahoma, The Golden State Warriors, the Sharks (hockey), and a preseason Giants game.  The male brain at it’s finest…

But I digress.  I’m thinking of getting a Kindle.  I read Jayne’s review of the Ipad on Dear Author: http://dearauthor.com/wordpress/ – please somebody change the name from Ipad so I don’t flash on Kotex every time I hear it – and she mentioned that as far as uploading or downloading ebooks, it’s no competition for the Kindle or the Nook.  I love holding a book in my hand, but I’m not only starting to feel guilty about the waste of paper, I’m running out of storage space.  Every single chest, bookcase, coffee table, kitchen chair, is piled high with books.  And…I won’t feel as bad if I spend, say, $6 and hate a book than if I spend, say, $24 and hate a book.  Yeah…thinking about it.  Jayne’s post may have sealed the deal.