Sometimes, when I find the world closing in to tightly I revisit the only religion that has made any sense to me, Bokononism. For the details read "Cat's Cradle" by Kurt Vonnegut JR. they are all there.
It gets hard sometimes to keep up the cheerful attitude about things when I feel this way. So, I think about the nature of life and how it came to be, or, as it says in the Bokononistic faith, lucky mud.
I am sure that I am not much more than that you know. Just some lucky mud given life by a means I cannot comprehend. Lucky me, to be busy living life. Busy, busy, busy, is what we Bokonists say. Busy seeing, busy doing, busy learning, busy living. To be mud that can do this is indeed lucky mud.
Someday I will become mud again, but, I will be mud that has known life and that is why alive or dead I am still lucky mud.
I've posted this clip before and it is a Calypso of Bokonon's that was made in to a song by a fine progressive/art rock band in the seventies known as Ambrosia.
TIP:
Enter the amount, and click "Tip" to submit!
daisyjane
toritto
Dr. Ziggy Mütter-Job
bluestocking babe
Jonathan Wolfman
skypixie0
Salon.com
Comments
w all my down moments, yeah, i do feel lucky not to be mud quite yet :) rated.
HUGGGGGGGGGGGGG
As to the lucky mud, well when you put it that way. I guess the alternative to where we are can always can be worse.
I rejoice that I have known Life;
That I am clay, made self-aware.
Yet every journey runs its course
And clay returns to clay.
.
Lezlie