Willpower is useless, if you are insane.

I have an iron will. If I point it in a certain direction it continues in that direction. It ploughs on through easy times and hard times. Relentlessly it pursues an aim that at some time in the distant past I thought was so important that I would chain my life to it.

Going to the gym, walking each day, not eating carbs. Whatever this thing is that i have decided is really important, I keep on doing until the world ends.

Or I change my mind.

Because I am insane, an idea that 5 minutes ago seemed impeccably right, now seems totally wrong. It is not my will that falters, my will demands that I continue on regardless of how ridiculous the idea is.

Eventually my will commences in-fighting. My will to be sane contends with my will to be consistent.

My noble aim of 5 minutes ago is a collateral casualty.

Will power is useless if you are in insane.

Animal Magnetism.

I got no problem with science and scientists in general. In fact I am in favour of it (and them). At its best science quietly goes around disproving theories and adding to our knowledge of what is in fact not the case. Simultaneously it goes around observing things and proposing theories that in turn are tested by cardigan wearing, Toyota Corolla driving nerds,  and disproven. Only if they are not disproven are they allowed to remain as theories.In science nothing ever becomes a fact.

It is a hard misty, stony world these brave souls inhabit. They fumble around in the fog, blindfolded, and only know they are going in the wrong direction when they tread on something sharp. Contrary to what the gross materialists would have us believe, science is a wistful, lonely uncertain business, more like a mystical experience than a journey of discovery.

"Science tells us that everything is made up of atoms!" the materialists emphatically shout. But when asked the scientists concede "Atoms are largely empty space".

I suppose those who will not believe in something "Unless science can prove it", mean something. I just do not for the life of me know what.

We all know, or at least everyone I have ever talked to, knows; there is a level of awareness in all of us of other human beings that defies scientific explanation. We know when others are looking at us from behind. We know whether our loved ones are home before we enter our house. We know when a telephone is about to ring.

I call these assorted phenomena "Animal Magnetism" I know it is real but I can never demonstrate it because when I try to do that the conditions change and my hoped for result does not eventuate.

Materialists say that because I cannot demonstrate the effect it is not real. I say that part of its essence is that it is indemonstrable.

It happens at a level other than my thinking. I am aware at some non thinking level that someone is looking at me. Before the thought even occurs I have caught the other's eye. There is no way to demonstrate this. I just know it to be true.

Fruit Tingles.

A lolly (sweet in UK, Candy in USA)  has to do more than just taste good. All the great lollies offer something extra. The Banana, for example, offers a decadent tropical smell, coupled with a tooth aching sweetness that when experienced together cause your mouth to feel like it is exploding. Fake teeth taste delicious, but also offer fun as you use them to make silly faces to your friends before eating them. Caramel butter, sickly sweet taste followed by an oleaginous sensation of congealed fat leaking down your throat.

And the fruit tingle. The fruity taste is delicious, but it is the fizzy sherbet feel in your mouth that makes them special. Memo to lolly manufacturers. Less chocolate, more lollies.

 

Hippy Hippy Shakes.

There is a fair bit of this going around. I think I might have caught it. I sat next to this bloke in a meeting this morning, and he couldn't keep still.
I think thats when it happened, One minute I was sitting quietly listening, next minute my knees started shaking, I stood up and then I couldn't seem to stand on my own two feet. So I sat down again. But my hips just seemed to keep on gyrating.
The question is should your feet circle in the same direction, or in different directions?
I have always been the kind of guy who starts with left foot, so the Hokey Pokey is no good for me. I hate those dances where they tell you what to do all the time anyway.
"Gentlemen select your partners please for the progressive barn dance."
"No way chum, get fucked."
White people (like me) (unfortunately) always need to be told what to do. Lucky we got Rupert Murdoch for that. I wonder who the poor sick bastard is who is telling Rupert what to do? If you know this person can you suggest they tell Rupert that he has got enough money.
My favourite dance by the way is the dance with no name. In fact if this dance had a name it would not dare to speak it.
I was taught it by a guy who did not how to do it. But it did not matter because not only is it a dance with no name it is not a dance either. Anyone who seeks to dance the dance with no name names it.
The dance with no name is a dance of longing, infinite aching longing. You can only ever dream of the dance.
And that is what my hippy hippy shaking this morning was all about. Sometimes i feel the certainty of a joy so perfect that I can smell it. And my body starts to shake with anticipation. I never quite find this joy, but oh, the delicious aching sorrow of the unrequited longing