Friday, June 22, 2012

It's a Puzzle

I’m not sure when it happened but at some time I must have been transported to another planet.  (Then again - it may just be flashbacks.)  In this new world everything is all whacked out.  I haven’t seen the Mad Hatter yet but I did see Pippy Longstockings the other day.  At least I thought I did.  It turned out to be some guy of about 18 wearing a skirt – well, maybe - it may have been culottes or just really baggy shorts.  But what really arrested my attention were his socks.  Socks or leotard I can’t be sure which but they were very colorful.  Horizontal stripes – all the way up his legs.  I mean - these are what my daughters would have worn when they were six!

When I was a kid, they would have put you in an institution for dressing like that; your parents could have visited on the first and third Thursday of the month.  But these days you can wear your hair any color, dress in anything, decorate your whole body with tattoos, pierce and attach hardware.  When I was in grade school one of the highlights of a trip to the library was to look through National Geographic Magazine to see aboriginal Africans with their tattooed bodies and bones and stuff sticking out of unlikely places.  These were not things we did in our country.  It was only done in far away, strange places by superstitious and ignorant people.   Remember the Ubangi’s?   I saw one the other day.  Only he was white and living in Cleveland.

Another thing I never saw as a kid was a mosque.  Muslims were in Byzantium or somewhere - and Hindus were in India, Buddhist in Asia and everywhere else was Christian.  How quaint.  And Mexicans were either in Mexico or in a field picking tomatoes.  Everything was so well ordered; like produce at the grocery store - everything in its own place.  Ho hum.

So I rather like this new world.  I enjoy the entertainment people provide.  My grandkids can learn Spanish in school.  Not from a text book but from their friends.  How cool is that?  (Did you know they don’t put all the words in a Spanish textbook?) 

If I hadn’t seen Pippy Longstockings at the store, I wouldn’t know how well adjusted I am - or just how narrow minded.  If we consider the limits of the human mind, to think yourself well-ordered means you are ignoring a great deal of the world around you.  If this world could make sense, it would indeed be a small and boring place.  As I work out the puzzle of life, it’s the misplaced piece that spoils the picture.  Pippy somehow belongs there and if he/she doesn’t quite fit there’s something messed up.  I’ve grown tired of trying to make the puzzle look the way I want it to.  It’s my superstitions and ignorance that lead me to dark, confined places.  If every snowflake is different, it shouldn’t be hard to imagine every human being different - right back to the beginning of time.  How awesome is that?  As long as there is the possibility of one more never-before-seen combination of matter - how pitiful to deny its existence.  Every next manifestation of being holds the key to what follows.  No exceptions.  The only thing getting crowded is the mausoleum we call our head, where there is no room for new possibilities.  The open and free mind expands to deeper, truer understandings.  The universe itself is expanding.  Continually becoming more “roomy”!  It’s the very nature of living things to grow, to propagate, to ever expand beyond current boundaries.  And contradicting nature is never a good idea.

Whoa!  Hang on there bubalou!  What the heck!  Sorry if I got a little preachy there.  Pippy really got me thinking and I guess a little carried away.  It’s just the nature of the stockings I wear.


Josef said...

Well isn't Indiana a great place to sit, drink some wine and reflect?

I mean what else is there for a middle-aged male to do for entertainment?

Wait! Check my pulse Heets, I'm not sure I'm really alive here!

Actually I fear I'm just a projection from a distant star (like a movie from a drive-in theater) only trying to convince myself I'm really one among the "living" in the dusty gravel parking lot.

Hey, I think my speaker's cutting out, where's that old guy with the flashlight?!

From what I can see from my lofty position on this tattered screen, it seems it takes more to make a social statement than it used to.

In a recent special feature, my elderly neighbor walks her little dog nightly down our dead-end 1-1/2 lane country road and this summer another young neighbor rides his 250cc off road cycle past her approx 55 MPH, face brazen just having fun, without a thought to her safety, her husband's need for his mate in his sunset years, her sweet little dog or even the worth of a young single mother's toddlers across the road who often venture out toward the mailbox with no concern for mortal danger.

Why call the cops? Why try to intervene and make one's self and family a target for the inconvenience of hate crime?

People and dogs must die and men on porches have little else to concern themselves with, right?

If a mere projection can still make a difference to one of these little ones and maybe even keep them alive for one more day, then shouldn't it shine on this tattered old screen to tell the story of belief in one's own ability to make a difference in the lives of one or two others, which sometimes come at a great personal cost?

Btw - I like the story about Pippy and his long stockings!


greg heeter said...

It's not harder to make a social statement - there's just fewer people listening.