Who knows the unconscious? Isn't self-talk really a conversation with that 'entity' your spirit, your spirit? A spirit dweller who has lived longer than you? At the start of class we watched a brief video on today's lunar eclipse. I returned to my office two hours later and without thinking googled Van Morrison and listened to Moondance. Ah ha, funny coincidence, well not really if I believe my thoughts were already on the big red moon. But my thoughts weren't on the moon at that moment, I was tired, the mind was far from everything, checking email, reviewing speaking tips with a student. I think it was nothing more than a neurological hand warming. You had been thinking moon, full moon, red blooded moon, for the past three days, you shared it with the students who by the way were somewhat enraptured listening to a lecture with images that would help them understand better. But there was no secret external source, no flighty soul who at one time took all the credit for dodging cops and crazy drivers, for taking me to Sanilurfa and Salalah where a dude named Job suffered and died, for bringing thunder and lightening together with a rock and roll band who thought time was short for sure.
So? And your point is? When science wasn't around to explain red moons we came up with a wild cocktail of interpretations, omens of the end of time, still believed can you believe it by snake charming fundy preachers. We know why the moon turns red now, dude. Science has ended the mythology and that ought to be a good thing, right?
Tomorrow students do their speaking assessment and then it's Thursday, where I'll go to Wadi Jizi by taxi, 45 minutes 26+ bucks, get my passport stamped with an exit, go to the university, shuffle some papers, get ready for next week, eat lunch, listen to teachers give presentations on a variety of subjects not applicable, then it'll be home and then a 15 minute walk in the 110 degree heat for the border, where I'll catch another taxi that'll take me to the hotel, have a swim, go to the mall, eat a hamburger, drink a coffee, buy a newspaper, maybe a book, buy some camels, and then return to the hotel, relax, go to Trader Vics, eat, drink, smoke and collapse in bed by ten. Yawn, a rational life it is, I think I would believe in God more if there was some mythology to the way things operate around here, ya know? Wind up the clock you say, and let life go on its way. Praise be to all, say the French, drink the wine and let the world be the world.
Coincidences like the crazy spirit pulled off, well those don't come around with much noise anymore, unless I made the effort to meet him halfway. And I can't do that here, for now, maybe never again.
So? And your point is? When science wasn't around to explain red moons we came up with a wild cocktail of interpretations, omens of the end of time, still believed can you believe it by snake charming fundy preachers. We know why the moon turns red now, dude. Science has ended the mythology and that ought to be a good thing, right?
Tomorrow students do their speaking assessment and then it's Thursday, where I'll go to Wadi Jizi by taxi, 45 minutes 26+ bucks, get my passport stamped with an exit, go to the university, shuffle some papers, get ready for next week, eat lunch, listen to teachers give presentations on a variety of subjects not applicable, then it'll be home and then a 15 minute walk in the 110 degree heat for the border, where I'll catch another taxi that'll take me to the hotel, have a swim, go to the mall, eat a hamburger, drink a coffee, buy a newspaper, maybe a book, buy some camels, and then return to the hotel, relax, go to Trader Vics, eat, drink, smoke and collapse in bed by ten. Yawn, a rational life it is, I think I would believe in God more if there was some mythology to the way things operate around here, ya know? Wind up the clock you say, and let life go on its way. Praise be to all, say the French, drink the wine and let the world be the world.
Coincidences like the crazy spirit pulled off, well those don't come around with much noise anymore, unless I made the effort to meet him halfway. And I can't do that here, for now, maybe never again.
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