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Slip Sliding Around
Life is like sliding down a steep and slippery roof, the edge of which is the apparent DEATH of the known and the knower. No one knows how close to the edge they really are. We may think we are a long way from the edge and as we are thinking this thought, BOOM! We get hit by a bus. Over the edge we go! No one (except me!) really knows what is over the edge, so we are terrified by this UNKNOWN and UNKNOWABLE little detail of life. We resist going over the edge at all cost, no matter how miserable and insane this makes our lives. Yet, no matter what we do, we are always sliding towards the edge. This creates what is commonly known as free-floating anxiety. We end up resisting life, no matter how long or short it may turn out to be. The multi-billion-dollar business of medical terrorism is founded on this overwhelming fear most people have of going over the edge. (Have you had your prostate test yet? Or Pap smear? How about colonoscopy? You could die if you don’t, you know.) People will and do pay any price to avoid the void. Nonetheless, over the edge they go. Oftentimes the very treatment they are receiving to prevent the inevitable just speeds up the process. What to do? Nothing. Relax. Enjoy the ride. Stop avoiding the void. A big surprise is waiting for you and part of the fun is that you never know when you’ll get it. From the moment you were conceived, you started the downward slide towards the edge. The edge of what? I like playing the edge. It is much less expensive than the distractions of the cancer of consumerism, religion, and medical terrorism, just to name a few. And much more fun. Slip sliding around. See you at the edge! Where we always already are. © Tom Thompson 2/27/05 |
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