Sanity only means “healthy mind”. Many are more than willing to define what that means, and almost all of them have something they are trying to sell. Can you be sane and not fit in a world that you see as insane? Can you honestly call yourself sane if you are so well adjusted that you never experience any anxiety at all? Hmm, what would that be like? The question is what is the health of your habits. Does your routine satisfy the health needs of your mind? Are 9900 posts the right path to winning friends and influencing people? Do you feel good around people, or do you feel better after they leave? Most people are relieved. Shit, I thought they’d never leave. I rarely feel inspired by human contact. Occasionaly someone gives me a buzz, but never in ways I could anticipate. The only interesting people on sight are children under 12. They are free. Though there are exceptions. Like the other day at the store, I was looking at fruit and this old lady (older than me, at least) held up this beauty in front of my face and said “now that’s a fucking grape fruit.”
As soon as someone calls I start writhing for ways to get off the phone, except for two people who I can talk to for hours. We crack each other up, we find out who is sick and whatever happened to so and so and the red head is in ballet and remember that fucking time when….yeah, I know, pathetic. And an ongoing joke about “if the pope played baseball then…” that has lasted more than 20 years and it’s still not funny, godamnit.
But the National Security State – doesn’t it drive you nuts? Yeah, but I have come to see these things as normal. That is not to say right. I grew up thinking that the odds were high I would be incinerated in either a mushroom cloud or some other form of ordinance. But the twenty car crashes I’ve been in, the windshields I’ve gone through, the doors I’ve flown out of, the tractor I rolled on my head – the mentally imbalanced woman I married, the smokes, the whiskey, the nose dives into the wild side – they came a lot closer to killing me. I’ve mentioned it a few times, how I saw Willian O. Douglass years ago and he warned everyone at the auditorium at the time that those who stayed would be on record that could possibly inhibit their career in government or politics. And that was from a guy who just retired from SCOTUS. Thirty some years ago, brother.
So what the fuck. Sometimes you have a healthy mind, sometimes you have a cheeseburger consciousness. The asteroids are going to come back one day, so what does it matter? Speaking of matter, we are lucky if we can actually see 5% of it, let alone understand any of it and we’re all going to fucking die and political subterfuge more than likely won’t have that much to do with it.
The most important thing, as the Polish poet said, is to never give in, not even to yourself. After that it’s never standing in the way of the beauty that is waiting to light up your soul. It’s everywhere, even in the scariest of shite. It is a matter of keeping your glass as spotless as you can.
But you are alive brother and so too, I think, am I and I and all the oder natty boop a doop boops on this hyar boardy. If you let them get on top your head then you are handing them your sanities. De total destruction is de only solution, brother – whether it be by our own hand or nature’s.
So dig that reggae Afred Newman philosphy and git into yar beats, mon.
Time is a waistin, fahr shuyar, waistin’ it all.
So, ahem, based on the above, the short answer is.
obviously I don’t.
" Morals is the butter for those who have no bread."
— B. Traven