It is an interesting phenomenon to observe the genesis of a new species of words. That’s right, words; words that singularly capture an idea or construct that would otherwise be a phrase or murky “feeling.” As if crawling out of the intellectual primordial ooze, a whole phylum of novel and derived utterances emerged into the discourse of language during my generation.
Here is the World Clock. Numbers are ideas that we hold in reverence. They imply tangible assessment and reveal our accountability.
We will die; individually, at the end of our life span; as a species, at the intersection of whatever set of circumstances befall us, whether they be long term decline or short term cataclysm. For me, the fact that all things expire is the single indisputable truth of all existence – a statistic, that to the best of historic and scientific knowledge, and religious article of faith, registers a full 100% compliance to the reality of this statement. In light of this inevitable truth comes the less certain question: When will our demise occur?
After years of living and seeing what people do in the name of God or the Spiritual Life, I’ve come to a simple conclusion: We are already Spirit! Whether that is defined merely as the atoms that comprise our bodies, or a more metaphysical belief that we are “children of God.” Our journey here on Earth as living beings is the only certainty that we can know. The why of existence, whether projected from religious doctrine or scientific speculation, is still no more than glorified or generalized opinion.
by Stephen J Cocconi 2009©
To my Men friends and clients:
I have been one of those men who you could say: walked the “road less traveled.” It has seldom been glamorous, yet often perilous both socially and financially. While it has been a most rewarding journey, it has sometimes been lonely and often frightening.
I AM my only ME. By Stephen Cocconi © 2007
I am the only me I have.
My life is the only one that God granted me.
Within myself is the only place that I have ever verified truth or falsehood.
My body is the only one that I shall ever get, and I know I abuse it sometimes.
As to animals. A couple of items tickled me to comment, since I love pets and feel so connected to animals. (If I were to have continued down one life path, I would have been a biologist or zoologist…love that stuff!) In regards to relationships with animals, pets particularly, this is how I’ve come to understand it.
My determination and use of any or all belief system(s) is best expressed by author Joan Didion: “we tell ourselves stories so that we can live.” My own conclusion about the human mind is that in absence of other stories or narratives: archetypes, myths, histories, belief systems, or theories; our minds would otherwise take whatever available material and manufacture one for itself. If for no other reason, to give the Intellectual Center something to do. The mind has a rapacious hunger for input. I suspect, we would be driven mad without stories and beliefs.
Ah, the wonderful sense of reverie that accompanies the rapture of self righteousness. This is the interior milieu of the fanatic. In America, the primary brand is the Fundamentalist Christian.