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The Law of the Path of Least Resistance
What is easier? I have an old habit of placing a large Lama wool
sweater, much cheaper and bulkier than the Irish, back on top of
another. Just as lumpy. It never fails, the first one always
brings the resting one down on my heels. I have been doing this
for twenty years now, but it has become a ritual of much comfort
and satisfaction. In homage to Loki, the Norse Scandinavian
trickster God. Even though it pushes me far past the reaches of
the most cunning aquatic Chinese expert in the act of pain can
ever devise. So what keeps me from taking the extra time to
clean the shelf off and try something new by placing them
alongside each other on the bottom or the top of the other heavy
New England gear?
What would be harder to do? Plan and act consciously. Engage the
time needy by choice to arrange a new way of doing things. Or
keep wearing the worn out loafers that became my trusted friend.
Even at the increase of my bunions and woes?
To borrow from Kurt Vonnegut, but sort of different? I will use
his terms of Karrass and Granfalloons, loosely though to tell
only a small white foma. For arguments sake, lets assume that a
Karrass is when nature finds its natural path through its
journey of motion to rest and back again. Granfalloons are what
seems to be easy in the moment to facilitate the journey. For
even though you are traveling even faster, it does not
necessarily mean you are on the right road?
Before I go into the next part of this unstructured essay; I
have a small story;
A small bird once fell out of its nest into a pile of fox poo.
Even though he fell from a great distance, the poo cushioned his
fall. Kept him warm. Gave him comfort. The small bird spied the
fox returning and chirped for his kind assistance. The Fox bent
down and pulled the small bird out by the scruff. Jerked his
head and swallowed him down.So what is the moral of this tale:
If you find yourself fallen from a great height. Be appreciative
if you are warm and safe. For those who are willing to bring you
back up to the same bough that snapped, might not be doing you
any favors.
Granfalloons. Some fomas act as a band aid. They keep your mind
clean and unasssailed for a period. But without the access of
the spirit of the air, it never closes or heals. It just is
soggy. Sometimes the foma is the prodigal son. Who says being
late for work is a bad thing, it could of made you check your
watch in a hurry as the pick pocket passed unnoticed. But any
foma kept too long is like two day old skin on the eczema scalp.
But the Granfalloons sell you the same leaky pot they steal back
from you in the night. They carry it back to the well empty.
Because it was empty by the time you entered the house. For the
waters of life still run deep within you. For the even the good
pot is a foma. The best and final water carrier is through the
mouth. Just be lucky. If some one was watching out for you,
there might be flowers from the path of your leaky cauldron.
That is if the Granfalloon did not step on them in the dark.
Once at Docspond, a whirlpool formed from a crack in the side of
the tunnel. I watched twigs twirl about. Then sucked down in a
furry. Why? Because it was the least path of resistance. The
molecules before it gave up their seat in a hurry. Only natural
thing was to fill it quick and shoot past the singularity out
the other side. At which point it follows the most desired path
of water, up! For when water is in streams it desires to rise.
When in clouds, to fall. In this process it will move balloons
and mountains. For what is a black hole anyway.
When friction is removed, it is not always the best proponent of
motion. For when you are sailing down the ski slope at maddening
speeds, has your risk of injury
increased. So is the snow and
slope only enabling at best? Is it displacement only? Friction
of the wind increases.
Is the way of your life like the space ship. As it approaches
the speed of light, created an increasing proportion of
friction. Now how do you remove the space in front of. To open
the draw bridge? Quantum Physics is the science based on
quantitative study of parts and motions of something no one has
ever touched, seen,heard, or smelled, But the atom does exist
and has done dreadful things in the name of peace. The power
within. Is that the new science? If new, has it been here since
the beginning? Like the line in a whore house, it moves quickly.
Chain reactions are the emptying of a space that quantum parts
sense as a relief from the pressure that assails it in all other
direction. Even if the rest is infinitesimal Like air feeling
the pressure of elastic, upon it, flies out with the smallest of
pin holes.
So how do you remove the friction from your life? It starts
within. The belief you want it and deserve it. In knowing it
already happened. Which at that point it is for you to only sit
in the back of the bus. Granted you still had to work a forty
hour week to earn wages to pay for the Greyhound. It might not
be comfortable, but as long as you stay aboard, it gets you to
the place you had paid for in advance.
If you get off, it is a long walk back to the place you hang
your hat. And it might not be home. But you can always work
another week to take the journey again. This time finish it for
their is allot of Granfalloons who would like to see you stop
midway to pay them again.
Now animals are smarter. Stick a set of reindeer horns on a dog.
It will try to take them off as fast as it can. What keeps yours
on. Lust? Is five years of loneliness alone less than fifty
years of a cold bed and heart? Where lies the foma? Six month of
unemployment or forty years of an unanswered life of why you get
out of bed at all? Only thing quicker than a line in a whore
house is the speed of the pink slip after Christmas. So why do
you wear those silly things?
Is the quick cut of the knife worse than the three years of
death that follow the untreated cancer?
So I find myself going to the shelf to prepare a place for the
sweaters when I return them from the dry cleaners. My first new
pair of Reeboks in two years arrived today. Mrs. Fox next door
is doing better with her Cancer. They say she can get of the
Chemo and she got to see the Florida Keys and found time outside
work. She was pulled through the ringer to that singularity and
spit back out. But she was spit back out into the waters of
life. Even though she could not stay away from the work that was
killing her, bag at her side and all. She still felt she had to
be at work to be anyone. Small things she never seen or knew
existed within her was killing her until they were examined. Can
she get those things from within to shine on the x-ray? For what
is within you can kill you or save you. Now if you choose not to
let something beyond yourself to carry you through, do you just
jump the bus. The road back to this point in the next life is a
long one. But many die of thirst as the palms of the oasis is
just on the horizon. Can she find a reason to drink the waters
of life, or does she find a thief in the night scampering away
with her pot.
I am just glad I had to deal with two shaved Lamas...
About the author:
Christopher jon Luke Dowgin is the owner of Norgeforge Studios
and a counselor at Docspond Life Coach Services of the past
twenty years. www.docspond.org
www.norgeforge.org
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