simplicity and complexity. there’s nothing more alluring and altogether difficult than attempting to hold these two in contrast. somehow, experiences drive us through the interesting game of see-saw, and often the fat kid’s name is complexity. hell, it’s even seven more scrabble points to play the word.
what do i do when i’m told to be a fool, even to think like a child, and that this is somehow a strategy? maybe strategy is an inappropriate use, but when attempting to be this simplistic fool, it somehow feels like a plan of attack to figure out this life. i may actually lose my intelligence though if i hear one more talk about how we must be educated fools, or something ridiculous like that, but if i go crazy, then i can truly call my self a fool. simplicity… front porch, home-grown garden, no kids, no tv, and a market where they know me by name. yes, that’s the ticket… so, what station can i buy that ticket at? all that Marta ever brought me to was more complexity. that’s the only word to use for the underground. we still got the fat kid sitting on my end of the see-saw.
i’ve got the bamboo mat down, my new age music on, and my breathing technique down, but yet this humming and methodized practices have left me with only a sore lower back, just one more thing to think about. oh wait, there’s this thing that i like to call the f- word. sticking with that has always tended to work. letting go, detachment as some religions might call it, appears to actually fight this constant bombardament of complexity that i am spoon fed by the arms that pop out of my tv. now that i think about it, i hope that those belonged to the tv. those same arms pop out of my computer and my boss and my church and my family and this city. its funny that this detachment is pretty equivalent to something you may teach in church, but as soon as you replace the f- word with a euphemism, you start walking on ice. but, oh yeah, that f- word… all i know is, all those things are not up to me… now that’s simple.
“poets do not go mad; but chess-players do.” - orthodoxy by gk chesterton
