Treats for the eats and the Intellectual Autobahn of the Dirty South: what we earn and what we get.

*You might say, "one handful of dirt from a naysayer is nothing; let them do it, and see if I care or bother over it."  But what if all the naysayers lined-up together, each to throw his or her own handful of dirt on you?  You would realize the power of a little negativity here and there, and the idle words of a careless person become a shovelful of earth on a grave.  And such is part of what we call the daily frisson of an "indifferent universe".

*We suffer so much more inside our own thoughts than in reality(Lucius Seneca); the sling and arrows of such imaginary rabble that cause us to fiddle-faddle and fail to take advantage of the present hour.  Why--its as if we work with so much of our energy to dig our own life-grave in the familiar soils, and eternity be   damned, we work so earnestly and diligently that the onlooker might think we actually enjoy that dissipation.

We have enough to worry about; we dissipate daily: "why constipate yourself?"(Sadhguru)

*Its not about getting what we deserve, but instead thriving with what we get......

...why, do they not grab at pieces of others, dangling body parts and such, to the point of enriching themselves at the knell of that most precious coin of all--life, not for life, but life for enjoyment.  To masticate out of demented impulse, rather than an otherwise obvious impetus towards survival; to that extent, instinct is a dried root appearing like a bleached leather thong or a snakeskin?

We have to embrace some form of capacity, something elapses with nature, and not against, something that does not strive against itself--as of the warrior that uses the least resource to nudge his opponent just at the right time, causing a fall: smarter, not harder, or better still, smarter and harder--

--capacity.

How many of my snowcones have I seen in the sand on the beach?  My 75 cents plunked, and a good word for the vendor, from the vendor--then a kerplunk, a flangdamble.

Why--life and life more abundantly--is not the goal in dissipation?  Is it not the goal to lead the flows of life overtake one?  Why, the Aurelius reader knows to let himself be carried along willingly, almost limply, like an Oak leaf in the crick, neither striving in vain nor in particular perturbation.  Why--does the true sage break himself striving against the world?

Blackberry snowcone.

Indeed, thriving on what you get--thriving on what you already have--that is a true intelligence, then the capacity for the intake of life and not the bitter trudge of acquiring tools and skill--making do with what one already has and sparing our constipation for our social cobungaphelp.

Is it ever about what we deserve?  I had this conversation once--that few people really know that he himself is bad--and the other end disagreed("they know they bad!"), and I was astonished at the lack of perspective, a person being a gaping crater, not a void that takes material unto it, but just an emptiness--and I thought then, that was a person maximized on what was closest to them, and discounting entirely what was farthest.  Therefore from the ignorant, we can glean a lesson, too.

What do we deserve?

There are moments of consternation--seeing my snowcone in the beachsand--but then not, then quite the opposite--I remember my donuts, that muffled sound of the box landing in the trashcan, and all that, people tossing, hourly management, and my own consternation rising to overtake me--myself lost in my own perception--why, what we deserves?!?--we could not ever truly answer for the past, I wot and only hope the future becomes a kind of response to the things, that I have something else cold in my hand in days coming, and I don't become depressed or overly wrought over the memories of so many snow cones seen in the beach sand.