Chapter one
A Diamond In the Rough.
There was a young man, and he was good—even “blessed” in a sense.
But every feat, no matter how magnificent it may have been, was birthed from his own self-interest.
But what is the self?
Now, that’s a road to confusion if there ever was one—an invisible path swerving off into the lost woods. Once the driver drops down his guard, giving up a false security that has become too hurtful to maintain, he realizes that his true location is nowhere near where he had thought himself to be.
In fact, he exists in a completely different world altogether.
We may pity the driver, or we may claim that it was his own fault, his own lack of ambition, his own laziness or stupidity
(As if limited intelligence referred to one’s use of an objective common-sense knowledge-base of reality
—as if life comes with an abridged study guide sent directly from God, or even “Parents,
As being forced to take this role leads many individuals into the delusion that they are valid interpreters of the workings of the world outside their own minds—
rather than one’s interpretation (which depends on one’s knowledge base, one’s amount of files), the way they arrange the files (the file categories) with the Mind’s eyes and hands, using sensory data in one’s hand along with all the file in one’s file cabinet (brain).
Interestingly, one’s memory hand cannot touch the deeper files inside the file cabinet when the sense hand is grasping at objects so far in the distance; one’s particle body demands practical interpretations, if one feels anxious it is because he is stretching his body so far that neither his interpretation of the outside world, or beliefs about reality in general, are comfortable.
This boy stretched so far out that he lived completed ignorant from the understanding that all the things he did for others were done in order to please a pleasing interpretation of his self to others, and himself.
Behind every heroic feat, came the adrenaline of knowing that you somehow represent that ideal person. That your social interactions perform without fault, without confliction to other’s motives.
To understand that you have, indeed, attained—and in your own way, surpassed —the ideals of your time.
An evolutionarily flawless Robotic Ape, a righteous recovering fallen angel, modeled and worshipped, Idolized and strived towards: “Children, believe what ‘they’ think!”
Your mind must KNOW—with a Herculean grasp—that your beliefs are God’s beliefs.
This boy thought “God” was pretty funny, too ridiculous to really take seriously. Kind of like a man well into his 30’s excitably baking cookies for Saint Nicholas (and, depending on the breadth of one’s comical thought, perhaps skipping into bed with Mommy and Daddy in your leg-about-to-burst-through-the-cotton one-piece-PJs complete with the now extra small feet (toes-pulled-back-to-a-numbed-pain), and hopefully having remembered to close and button the pouch over his behind). The mother is surprisingly delighted: “See Honey, He’s learning!”