Musings
From The Heart
An
Essay A Day For A Year
By
Roe
Day
3 January 3, 2012
I’m
A Borgward, What Are You?
Greetings
fellow autos! I was thinking (or was I
dreaming) last night that the spirits of people are like automobiles. Every
year the factories turn out new models, and I am always fascinated to behold
for the first time the latest, greatest model that Mommy and Daddy turn out. “Look!” I say to my wife, “that little girl
is a ‘gazer’, but I’ve never seen one quite so adept before, she can move
people just by looking at them!” Or,
“look at that little boy, he is a ‘hugger’, and the huggiest one I’ve ever seen,
that one could fix a broken pipe by just hugging it! And just like the automobile factories, every
year Mommy and Daddy manage to attract spirits to our lovely Earth that are
more than they were the year before.
Wow.
Let me jump
ahead of myself and remind everyone that all is well. We humans here spinning around here on our
Earth home are doing very, very well. I
just want to say thank you to everyone (yes, and that means everyone without exception),
for all your efforts good and bad. Wow!
Now back to
cars. I like cars, especially the newest
or raciest or most comfy, or coolest, or…
I just like cars. And I like the
spirits of people, and I mean all people, even you reading this, and especially
you reading this. Do you have any idea
how unique you are? You definitely are
of a type, like a Jaguar or Beetle or Rolls, but you are a very special
advancement of your type, besides being a 1963 like me, or 1951, or 1990, as
you’ve aged, you’ve been honed from the one and only YOU, into the one and only
YOU with 1,000 or 100,000 miles on you.
It fascinates me to behold you, and the unique and specific quality and
technology that you have, and it amazes me how you can do things that are impossible
for me, and you do it as easy as taking a breath. I can’t do that exact
thing. Wow. But I can do things too that
are special too, that’s why I’m me!
When you were in
your mommy’s factory, going down the line where a million angels (and some
funny little devils) assembled you, you knew exactly who you were, and you knew
exactly what you wanted. All your YOU is encoded in your heart, and you are
here as the most exquisite version of your particular model that the universe
has yet to build, and you are here on Earth on a mission to apply your
miraculous YOU-ness to our world. I have
never beheld with my heart a spirit that was not POWERFUL! and PERFECT!, and I have never been less than
amazed. “Hey!” I say all the time to a strange someone, “I
haven’t seen or heard from a spirit like you in a zillion years (which in Earth
time could be 5 minutes), boy have you grown bright and visible!” And of course the person just looks at me
like I’m a nut. O.K, I’m a powerful and
perfect nut!
So at least as a
nut you won’t take me seriously when I tell you that your children are the
latest Ferrari and Tesla electric and 1000cc grand prix motorcycle that the
universe has yet to build. They are
bigger, sleeker, and faster spirits, and handle better and have better sound
then you or I ever dreamed of having or being.
I’m a 1963 nut, and my 4 babies are 1986, 1992, 1994, and 2001 models. Can you imagine how all the good angels and
funny little devils and the factories have gotten in the 23-38 years since I
was built! I’m envious!
Luckily, I
remember that in the advancement of spirit hood, no matter how Ferrari the
Ferrari, you can’t diminish my equality with all life forms. I am.
And my 4 babies are. And if they
are bigger, sleeker, and faster spirits, I am more enduring, more visionary,
and of course infinitely nuttier. My
point, fellow autos, is that spirit hood is not hierarchical, but
universal. No fully abled person could
touch the love inherent in a mentally disabled person. No head of state could touch the simple power
of a lone vagabond. Six of one, half
dozen of another, yet all with the same parts.
So
congratulations fellow autos, fellow GREAT mental-ably-dis-vaga-head-of-bond-states
(or whatever your beautiful combination is). Here is a list: 1) in case you
have forgotten, you are powerful and perfect. 2) Congratulations, because you
have made it to the here and now with me (and I made it and I’m a nut), and it
has been a very, very long road for me. 3) To move forward go back to number 1.
Now, what are
we going to do about getting off this ferris wheel? I know, let’s have a human spirit party! Let’s
manifest ourselves out of sheer Love on some lonely blue planet in the middle
of nowhere, not to hot and not to cold, and choose the best Mommy and Daddy in
the universe, pass through the assembly line of angels and funny little devils,
and then hit the road and travel many, many wonderful and sad and sweet and
terrifying miles. And keep on trucking. Because we want to. Because we choose
to.
You may not
remember your choice to be perfect and powerful Mr Edsel and Ms. Bugatti, but I
do. This home of ours is called Earth.
We are here together as ideally adapted, perfect manifestations of Love,
and no two of us are alike, and there is no vertical scale. You sir, and you madam, are on my right and
left, because your scale of spirit hood and mine, and our life here, is equally
the same, and uniquely different. You may not be living the life you hoped for
or dreamed of, and I most certainly am not, but you are in fact doing very, very
well, and so am I. This is not the 1
hour of Le Mans, or the 100 foot drag race, or the Indianapolis sit-in-the-pits
for the 500th time, this is 1
day to 100 years of bitter sweet Earth, and the most prestigious spirit event
in this whole galaxy. It is a pleasure
to be here with you.
And did I
mention that every year the new models are even more WOW!, then we ever thought
we could be, and that they can do things that we never dreamed of doing? Our children can and will unite us to care
for each other and our planet to insure another million years of assembly lines
of angels and funny little devils. They are POWERFUL and PERFECT, just like you and me, only faster and sleeker
and more comfy, and with better sound.
And…. drum roll!........ They
have us to love them and guide them, and we are faster and sleeker and comfier
and have better sound than our parents!
YEAH! With us at their side how can
any of us fail? Which is the most
beautiful part: In our divine comedy
called Life, you can’t fail. Here on
Earth, when you bungle it up, the signs says:
You did great Auto, now go back home to universal bliss until you want
to give it another go!
Did I mention
that all is well? That we humans
spinning around here on our Earth home are doing very, very well? Thank you for
all your efforts good and bad! Wow! Now,
let’s all go and spend some real quality time at the races with our little
Ferraris Beattles and Rollses, because they have a lot of racing ahead of them
and they need our own version of powerful perfection to put in their gas tanks.
See you tomorrow.
yourpersonalmuse@gmx.com
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