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There
was a man who woke from a dream,
…...to
find he was but dreaming while in another dream.
But
once he washed, he realised he was actually dreaming about another
dream, and that he was in a third dream in the first dream he thought
he'd woken out of.
So
he went back to sleep, and dreamed he was waking up from the second
dream, into the first dream, only to find he was in a fourth dream in
the third dream, inside the second dream of the first dream.
So
he started to scream.
Luckily,
vodka was on special.
Once
he sobered up, took a couple of pain killers, got out of his bunk,
and thought about this dream thing, he thought of his mum, then with
a shock, realised that he was actually dreaming all this, while
asleep in someone else's fuckin' dream!
So,
he fell over himself, woke up again, to find out he was in someone
else's dream inside yet someone else's head!
And
she didn't have a clue this was going on, 'cause she was in someone
else's dream, dreaming that she had lived some ninety-fuckin'-years,
had a family, and a bastard boy, who she didn't tell, all the while
the piece of shit who was dreaming her, and her dream about the kid,
was also dreaming all this, while inside someone else's dream.
So
the man who woke from a dream, hadn't woken from a dream at all.
He
was just a concept, a ball of thought, inside another ball of
thought, inside another ball of thought, inside another ball of
thought, inside another ball of thought, inside another ball of
thought, inside another ball of thought, inside another ball of
thought, inside another ball of thought, inside another ball of
thought, inside another ball of thought, inside another ball of
thought, inside another ball of thought, inside another ball of
thought, inside another ball of thought, inside another ball of
thought, inside another ball of thought, inside another ball of
thought, inside another ball of thought, and so it goes until we
reach the first bloke who was thinking he was thinking, but in fact
he wasn't thinking at all.
He
was just a ball of thought, inside some other concept's head, who,
or which, thought he/it was thinking all this, but it was just a
fuckin' DREAM!
But,
the bloke on the end of this train of dreams, at last came to see
that none of the dreamers were in fact even human beings!
They,
we, all of the apparent mentations and processes both claimed by each
of us as our own, and the whole world we label “the universe”,
are but totally alien manifestations of a completely different being,
creature, life-form, immensely more powerful and vast than even this
endless, infinite, eternal universe.
Some
call it “god”. Some, more circumspect, call it “the Absolute”,
and so-on.
Brahma.
Tao. Ahura Mazda. Et Al. Et Al.
This
last end-of-the-train of dreams fella, saw the being as not at all
manifest. A being so primal that it does not, in any tangible sense
or form, even exist.
Which
is perhaps why the Buddha says,
“There
is no god”?
But
try convincing a Christian that this is so?
This,
quite possibly, is why the Christian and Jewish worlds are so full of
insane people?
Mainly,
that they are not “people” at all!
Merely
“concepts”, things of no tangible form, yet which leave on the
cosmic, universal fabric, their stains, their traces, which linger in
the ether, and which these things, which again are but traces of past
dreamed ideas, our eyes and senses, remember, for any reason, and
thus are enticed to label, as people, as thoughts, as manifestations,
creations, things and gods, angels and demons, heaven and hell.
Shit,
Moses, or perhaps Eve, has a lot of explaining to do!
But,
as all psychological dysfunction is rooted in parenting and culture,
perhaps we best put on trial, Adam and Eve's parents?
Where
DID they go so wrong?
