Re-Inventing the harpsichord

I hope all my Tender Lumplings had a wonderful Halloween. I love that holiday. And I'm not talking about the costumes and candy and trick or treating. That is all silly stuff created for kids and I can frankly do with out kids. I like to think of Halloween in more or a sophisticated way. I like the Latino "Day of the Dead" ideas. Not evil, but a time for people to look at the darker side of themselves. It is a very complex time.

I didn't do much this Halloween. It was a quiet holiday and I kind of liked it that way. Seems to be a lot of stuff going on right now and I really just want a break. I won't bore you with the details but things are quite crazy right now. I don't know what to focus on and what to put on hold. I can't even decide what this entry of the blog is going to be about.

I recently heard the story of a man who's house was left untouched after a tornado passed through his town. His entire neighborhood was gone but his house stood, pristine, among the rubble. No doubt he celebrated this. He laughed and shouted and thanked God for sparing his home. A week later another storm comes and his house is struck by lightening twice. Between the fire and the water the house is destroyed.

Now, what are we to take from this? It seems almost too strange to be true. Could it be nature correcting an earlier mistake? Perhaps his house was supposed to have fallen to the tornado and was now being taken by another means to restore balance. Or was it Karma? He celebrated his good fortune in the face of his neighbor's loss. Was this new tragedy payback? He thanked God for saving his home from the tornado, so was he now blaming Satan for sending the lightening?

I do not believe in fate or destiny. I could never agree when my Mother would say that something would happen if "it was meant to be". But I don't think anyone can deny that we, as humans, just animals on this rock, are basically helpless to the overwhelming power of nature. And God, if he truly pays any attention to what happens here, having control over nature, is obviously of such magnificent power, cannot be understood. How can we even fathom with our puny minds something so vast and awesome as God. It would be like trying to explain the idea of the universe, or multiple universes, to and ant. We are so ignorant and insignificant that we can never expect to know the truth of what is really going on. Or what is reality. We cannot experience anything outside of our own minds and thus cannot know what exist outside our minds.

Philip K. Dick was not insane. His reality was as valid as any one's. Just because he was the only one to see or hear something doesn't mean it was any less real. The monsters may, according to others, only exist in your head but that makes then just as real as anything else you experience. And they can do just as much damage.

Well, my Tender Lumplings, I'm not sure how I got off on that subject but there you go. Sleep well, if you can, and I'll see you soon.