On Gluttony and Compunction; and former days of cleanings.

 

(photo from NASA's Astronomy Picture of the Day archive)

I was thinking, twere it a cause of nature to slip between the cracks, to go with the flow?  

Perhaps conditionally so.  Consider that if one tied himself into a knot mentally, he cannot perhaps fit so easily into a crack or fissure in the frisson galactic, and thusly, not be swept away.

How easily it is that we put ourselves to worry and toil, and mostly without cause.  It was Solomon who said that a man should eat and drink and enjoy the fruits of his labor, and this, after he had purchased vineyards and palaces, only then did he understand that to the sedentary ruler, these things lose charm, but to the attendants who gave loving care to the facilities, the place was precious.

I say this having been a facilities technician in the past, cleaning and cleaning, mopping floor, disinfecting, polishing table tops and even freshening up the seats; there was a kind of satisfaction that ran deep when the job was done, making the effort well worth the results.

I was in Aristotle's book about gluttony and compunction, this after talking about here, nothing that was not "uncommon to man", and in the offing, Aristotle quested for a mean, in the sense of an ordinary state, and not a dead neutral; he tried to find it within reason, that the complete absence of oyster and snails an ascetic makes, and is not the mean, risking deficiency, but the glutton on the other hand is prone to the ill effects, like the rats that they feed various puddings and products to, gelatins and laboratory breads, Pepsi Colas in great abundance.  They stuff those rats and see if they catch the cancer, and if no cancer after being stuffed, the stuff is safe, and posterity is preserved, commerce then continues.

If I had to tie me into a knot for something, my work perhaps, or my family, something dear to me, and then like the Gordian, nothing but the edge could pull your MKL apart, nothing but the violence of the blade could find purchase, otherwise a compacted bundle of live nerves.

But if one must tie himself in knots, let it be for someone's good, himself or someone else, that is, and not something peculiar and silly.

Also, if one went with the flow, then surely he winds-up in the same place as everything else, hastened to seemingly a predetermined outcome: I've had these moments in life, in a hospital stay, in my high school graduation, seeming at the mercy of other hands.

Then, or should say, Elseways, if one fought the current, the pressures might build and build to push him or her on along until he or she might be destroyed or broken if not pushed on.

Of compunction and gluttony, or gluttony and compunction, think of what we today put ourselves through for a later enjoyment, days weeks and months wasted in the name of some other, and thousands of dollars wasted in the offing as well, putting off our butter cake today for something more droll, when a desert of butter cake after work tends to pick up one's countenance, the mean and not some ascetic self-destructive ritual of trading goods and services, perhaps, not eating ditchweed today in hopes of oysters and snails next season.

A reward for a day.

Another separate award for a week.

Maybe even a monthly award, just like those people bill things by the month, we can too compound a system of award by those same terms.