10,709. RUDIMENTS, pt. 279

RUDIMENTS, pt. 279

Making Cars

I'm not sure how well I got 

that across. But. I'm still

working here on developing 

the context : The main fault

is in the assumption that there

are only the two binaries of

A and B to choose from, with

nothing in-between. In each

second that passes us by, there

are variations on everything.

It's impossible to cinch at just

the either/or facet of it, and

I'm still not yet sure why these

supposedly 'enlightened' people

would have traffic within that

format. Nonetheless, I work

with Chinatown for my next

example. 

-

Using Chinatown as that example  - 

let's say it's envisioned as a flow.

Into that great flow of noise, 

information, squabbling, transactions,

happiness, and grief, to name but

a few, there develops one grand,

background hum of constant turmoil 

and change. Using those three words 

again, there is NOT, for sure, any

'Completion' ever. The energy is

steady, and flowing; with a dynamism

always underway  -  flipping and

tossing everything. 'Satisfaction,' I
don't know about; but there was always
'Continuation,' ongoing. Back then, 

Mao Tse-Tung was still around 

and his 'thought' leadership was 

considered a big thing among 

Chinese people. I don't know if 

anyone here knows 'Chinatown'

as it was from the mid-70's, and

still is mostly now too, but it was

one, huge, reeking, strange, sloppy

environment  -  probably one that

the average Joe or Jane American

would not put up with. The Idaho

touristy types, they always were 

present,  but mostly just gawking 

and gagging while they bought 

a quaint 'Chinatown' bamboo 

sun umbrella to take back home

and prove they were somewhere.

The rest of the place was a

reeking, running toilet of strange

excitement and commerce. There

were small pharmacy-front places

selling all sorts of roots, pills and

concoctions: potency pills, sex and

strength, muscle-power, vitamins,

duration, etc. Now you can buy

these same things, merchandised

as Viagra and Red Bull, say, behind

every neighborhood comic book 

counter, legally or not. Stuff we'd 

never heard of. Behind the counters,

drawers of blended and chopped 

grasses and things : Teas, pills 

and injections too. A real primitive

but vital medicine of applications

and ingestions  -  strange things -

bird beaks, powdered hooves, etc.

There appeared to be a vast, ancient

flow to everything running yet

right into this 'modern' era of

old believers and customs. For

'America' it was strange. This was

all such a running, constant, mix

that it only proved the point of 

there most certainly NOT being

any limit of this or that. There

was an entire array of choices 

and things, and to be restrictive 

about it, to go 'Binary-Tutelage'

over it was downright stupid.

-

The 'flow' of things has taken 

everything over and washed it 

all clean. Mao Tse-Tung now 

comes off as a bad joke, a myopic

nut-case, plus a killer and a 

murderer too. Why revere that? 

The same with everything

from back then  -  Castro, Cuba, 

Katanga Province, Rhodesia, 

and the rest. Forcing the taking 

of a stance on any of that 

ephemeral and passing nonsense 

was just very stupid. But, the

point is made  -  of the Chinatown

flow. To begin with, amidst all

that, it's important to remember

we were raised on depending upon

5 senses, because 'that's all there

is.' Sight, Sound, Hearing. Taste.

Touch. Through those senses we

get what's called 'Logic.' Everything

that comes to us  -  we are told  -  

comes through one of those senses. 

Only. We then 'decide' whether or

not it's true.  And of course, that's 

all of what our ridiculous schooling 

programs are all about, and in 

addition, we are pressed then 

to EXCEL only at that! Carried to 

its logical conclusion, that is how 

we get our 'scientifically determined' 

reality. It's a scandal, and I'll bet in

100 years people looking back

will not believe the programs and

manners by which we once abused

the minds and emotions of kids.

Whoa! Hold on there, Wo Fat!

What if those senses, important 

as they may be, only read the 

stream, only float like a pond 

bubble atop and along a pond

filled with the 'water' of what 

we never even see. A water of

Time and Being and Death?

Like a judge who tells a jury, 

'No matter what else you hear 

here, you are to ignore it. No

other 'side' issues will be 

allowed during this trial. 

The issue has been defined, 

and you can only make up 

your mind based upon what 

you hear, and what you are told, 

germane to this, in the courtroom,
and germane to the making of 
this case.'  Of course, by that, the 

verdictis then guaranteed already 

to only fit certain criteria. Yes,
it's a limited, closed and boxed 

(binary-tutelage) decision-process. 

By limiting ourselves thusly, we 

have predetermined the outcome 

of the debate. Other ways of 

perceiving the universe? We'll 

never know. Not from the 

encapsulation of that Binary 

Tutelage again. I wanted to 

say, to Mary Tse :  'Jesus, Mary 

(and Joseph?), get out of that 

binary box and start thinking.
-
One thing I noticed, that sort of
clicked for me, was how the country
(this now is non-New York City stuff, 
where this isn't that apparent) was
covered with towers, probably from
the 1920's and '30s, of all those very
high-voltage electric lines that are cut
through and over and along all sorts
of landscape features so as to make 
the power-grid that powers our nation.
I wasn't around, of course, but I 
suppose back in the early days the
decision was made, and whoever had 
to make it did so, to electrify the nation.
I remember as a stamp-collecting kid,
 I had numerous stamps of the 'REP,' 
which meant 'rural electrification 
program,' which had brought 
light and power to the farther-flung 
farmlands and rural areas through 
the 1930's and '40's It seemed like 
no big deal to us now, but it was. 
Even today, all along my own portions 
of NJ, Rt's 1 and 9 and Turnpike 
and the inland counties, over and 
through farmland and all else, the
roadside towers snake; you see
them everywhere, swaths cut. You 
know how it all goes, and how it
grew  -  hair dryers, toasters, 
televisions  and all the rest. I 
remember, back in Pennsylvania 
in 1971, there were still some old 
guys around who remembered all 
those things  -  the WPA coming 
in with make-work; the dirt roads 
getting paved to finally solve the 
mud problem, and the new-fangled 
arrival of electric lights! A big 
change in their life had been 
underway, just on both sides 
of the WWII years. In any case, 
all those lines carry a very 
high-powered current, everywhere. 
I mean super high, so high that it
would blow things to smithereens 
if it over-taxed the connections 
for towns and villages; SO, those 
stations that you see all along the 
line, are called 'Step-Down' stations. 
They take all this constant and 
running high power electrity and 
step it town to lower-usage 
volumes, kilowatts and all that 
junk, so that the streets and 
telephone poles and wires and 
lights can all be managed and 
current for home use safely brought 
in. Yes. Just think about that for a 
moment. And then put it together 
like this : that's exactly what I 
believe the brain is. That's exactly 
my connection here for this 
Binary-Tutelage stuff I've been 
going on about; exactly what I 
meant by all the flow of consciousness, 
through Chinatown or wherever. 
It's all there, always flowing, 
millions and billions of changing 
moments, alterations, events, 
connections, concepts, etc. 
Obviously we miss 99% of it all. 
We call the missed stuff 'Mysteries' - 
 mystic, other-worldly, strange, weird, 
etc. But there are people that can 
tap into that. A few, or some. And
 of the rest, amidst all this power 
flow, most people remain comfortable 
with their brain acting as the 
step-down station, filtering 
just a few (those five) awareness and 
senses level, so to live what they
 then perceive as a normal life. 
And are happy with it. And are 
binary,  and get by, and 
finish up, and die. While that 
massive, cosmic flow just 
keeps on a'running.