Jack sent me a picture of a fish. I had seen this picture before, it was making its rounds on the internet. Some sort of fish worthy of a zoo was being taken care of at a hospital. It looked funny, it was wedged in a little sponge to get an MRI, I think. It was a fish and could not understand what was happening. There were words around the specific version of this image sent to me by Jack, this is what they said. 

“One day, while doing nothing particularly out of the ordinary, because of the love of beings and the majesty of natural laws he was completely powerless to understand or intuit, he was gently cared for by forces vastly in excess of anything he was ever designed to experience, for reasons both silly and profound, to the joy and amusement of millions.
In this we are more like him than different.”

This sentiment cuts very near to the heart of my understanding of spiritual faith in this universe, the one we live in. We are not equipped to understand the love or the majesty of the universe, the best we can do is to be good fish, or good dogs. A good fish and a good dog are not animals that resent their station and aspire far beyond it, to hop out of the tank or to eat chocolate. Their best, truest joys can be most fully experienced through listening to their loving masters. 

Many folks seem to believe we have no masters, and if we do, they’re not very nice because my knee hurts, et cetera. 

I personally believe, more and more, that our masters are loving, and honestly, not that difficult to understand. Their commands are difficult for us, because chocolate is delicious and cars are fascinating and I don’t think the road is all that dangerous anyways.

Perhaps that is the most disasterous “wisdom” of our culture as it stands today. Anybody who tells you that leashes are there to keep you safe, and that chocolate will do anything to you other than taste delicious, is a buzz-kill. Who’s master anyways? Some asshole who knows better than you? Fuck you, I know just as good as I ought to thank you very much.

I made an account on a new text based role playing game, my account name is Bozo. We’re all bozos, and the more we accept and like that about ourselves the happier we’ll be. That doesn’t meant we should quit reading, but it does mean we should quit begging for boiling water and chasing cars.