Sunday Stream (40) ~ Passing Thoughts Like Farts

[mtmynd]

[Note: The following two-person dialogue was a purely an imaginary one and never occurred outside the mind of Cecil with anyone other than me and my-not-quite-empty mynd. Any resemblances to this conversation and one that you may have experienced are strictly coincidental and in no way should reflect upon the reader. Thank you.]


Passing Thoughts Like Farts


Where are you from?

You mean, 'Where was I last?'

No... where are you FROM... like you're here now but where were you before you came here?

I try to be here now all the time.

Look... I just want to know where you're from. That's all.

Hmmm... where are you coming from with that question?

What do you mean..?

Will knowing where I'm from make it easier to know me?

No, not really.

Will knowing where I'm from make your life easier?

Wise ass! I'm from Atlanta, Georgia. Where are you from?

That's it?

Yeah... that's it.

I'm from.... ummm... Phar Lepht, initially, anyway.

Phar Lepht. Where is Phar Lepht?

It's a location within a state.

What state?

A state of mynd.

A state of mind?

Yeah... not really geographical.

But that doesn't answer my question.

What question?

Where are you from?

From Phar Lepht.

But that isn't geographical... right?

No, Lepht... Phar Lepht.

Why did I ask this question...

I haven't any idea.

I just wanted to strike up a conversation... you know, get to know you...

Why don't you just ask?

Ask what?

Ask what or ask me?

Ask you what?

Who I am...

Who are you?

When?

Now.

Right now?

Yeah, who are you right now?

I wish you wouldn't ask that...

Why? You asked me to ask you...

No. You misunderstood.

What do you mean?

You asked me who I am right now...

Yeah...

But now is no longer in the sense that the now when your question was asked has passed...

You're evasive.

Yeah... sometimes I am.

You're full of shit.

Well, relatively.. I had a shit this morning, so I couldn't say that I'm full of shit... there's some waste products still remaining...

Chrissakes! Who are you?

Who are you... who, who! Who are you.. who, who!

The Who.

Roger Daltry.

You're Roger Daltry..?

Do I look like Roger Daltry?

No. No you don't look like Roger Daltry.

Why did you ask?

Because of the Who.

The what?

The Who... the Who song...

The who song...?

Yeah, the Who song you mentioned.

Who are you... who, who..?

Yeah... Who are you... who, who.

You remember that song?

Yeah, of course.

I do too.

Yeah, I figured that ...

But did you figure on me saying that?

No.... no way did I ever figure that.

I didn't either.

You didn't figure I'd figure that or you didn't figure you'd Who Who?

Both.

Hmmm...

It's funny how things develop...

What do you mean?

Oh... not much... except things just happen.

Shit happens.

Yeah, shit happens...

I've been talking to you now for several minutes and I don't know anything about you.

Nothing?

Well... you're evasive... difficult to pin down....

Like a grasshopper?

A grasshopper?

Yeah... ever try to pin a grasshopper down?

You have?

No way! Not while it was alive...

Of course not.

Coarse knot?

'Of' course not...

From coarse knot...

Not from... 'of'... of course not.

You talk in circles.

Me?!?! I talk in circles..?

Nothing wrong with that, is there?

You talk in circles...

In my circle or in your circle?

Ahhh jeezus...

Bethlehem.

Bethlehem...?

Yeah.. he was from Bethlehem.

Who was from Bethlehem?

No, Who was from England.

Who was from Behtlehem?

No... Who was from England.

Where are you from?

Isn't that what started all this?

I can tell I've wasted my time...

What else could you have done with that time?

I could have built a bridge...

A bridge..?

Yeah... a bridge to understanding.

There really is nothing to understand here.

Matter of opinion...

I don't know you either...

What would you like to know?

This is enough.



Cecil
24 July 2005

Sunflower under flash


{the irony of seeing a sunflower not with the sun but a camera's flash}

[Artguy]

Cecil I'm right here ...really right exactly on this spot...no not over there right here.....and while I'm here who's on first???

[mtmynd]

Still...??? Where are you from... first?

[Arcadia]

nice beckettian-koan-metálogo!
language is a weird thing and I like the sunflower photo and Roger Daltrey´s curls and smile in Tommy!!
saludos,

Arcadia

[mtmynd]

Gracias, mi amiga! Do we see the flower or do we see the plant? What about the darkness that surrounds the flower..? Quien sabe..? Sin lengua nosotros tenemos nada, pero con lengua tenemos confusion... sometimes..

[stilltrucking]

some of me of my father some of my mother, two microscopic dots came tegether to form another microscopic dot. Before that big bang I was potential energy. That all happened in this best of all possible universes, before that is a mystery to me. I wouldn't know a cocanut from a koan, not to late to learn I hope. Yes I was just a fart in the wind before the beginning of the begin.

nothing to do with nothing, this is all in my head. Like watching the clouds roll bye, like watching my words scroll bye, and I like to think about thinking too.

I can hardly follow your thoughts compadre, sometimes it takes years for them to sink in. So I keep on keeping on with your streams because it is about as close as I can get to a Sunday Meeting these days

gracias

[mtmynd]

truck - sometimes i have a hard time following my own thoughts. probably because i try to make logic out of them, you know, put them in some context of 'making sense'. which just reminded me of an old song (well, maybe not real old... it's all relative to our age), or maybe it was an album title, but "Stop Making Sense" by David Byrne.

I questioned whether i should post this Stream or not after i had finished it. I decided to, obviously. My way of thinking is a stream is a stream unless its a rivulet or a roaring river, of which this was more of a trickle...

[stilltrucking]

i got the potential engery wrong, got to muse on it some more not what I was trying to say, to have potential energy potential energy I would have to have mass. what was I before I had mass? sorry about that.
PE = mgh
Yes yes stop making sense, yes I

no

whatcha mean. I miss the hell out of billectric, he was a like a life guard to me when I was drowning in meanings. Another one I miss is wireman, he used to say something like just click that submit button, >>>>..zzzzzzzzzzzap.

going to print this one out. and get back with a better reply

inFriendship
j

[tinkerjack]

I speak to hundreds maybe a thousand people every week, I read the same scripts over and over, sometimes in the middle of reading my consciousness splits, I can hear my voice droning in the back ground, while a still small voice speaks, Where am I from? You have no idea. Where am I going? You have no idea. Then like Nietzsche’s thinker who is divinely distracted and miscounts the number of times the bell has tolled I am a knower who is forever a stranger to himself. then I return and merge with the voice that is reading the scripts and wonder what have I just read, did I read the whole script, did I make any sense? Like reading in my sleep. But there is a caller on the line who has heard everything I read and seemed to understand what I was reading. An epiphany of sorts, any thing can be a mantra?
a short answer.

Rather, as one divinely preoccupied and immersed in himself into whose ear the bell has just boomed with all its strength the twelve beats of noon suddenly starts up and asks himself: "what really was that which just struck?" so we sometimes rub our ears afterward and ask, utterly surprised and disconcerted, "what really was that which we have just experienced?" and moreover: "who are we really?" and, afterward as aforesaid, count the twelve trembling bell-strokes of our experience, our life, our being—and alas! miscount them.—So we are necessarily strangers to ourselves, we do not comprehend ourselves, we have to misunderstand ourselves, for us the law "Each is furthest from himself" applies to all eternity—we are not "men of knowledge" with respect to ourselves.

I can hardly wait to read this weeks stream, seems like I am always one step in back of you.