Tuesday
You wouldn't wish old age on anyone .... birth, ageing and death .. grief, sorrow, lamentations ... disappointments, disillusion and despair ... suffering in this life. Folk like my auld maw get it relatively easy, but old age must be hell for some folk. Due to all the self clinging ... well, they don't top themselves and and can't do the bliss. What is the point of all these old folk? It's not as if their children even like them and who would after the calvinist toilet training, the marching up and down, etc.?
When I was young and started to mix with the progeny of the evil bourgeois, I realised that they weren't going to have a proper life of struggle and strife since it was a really just a matter of waiting till their parents died and then the trust funds, inheritances, etc., would kick in. Unfortunately, due to the evil bourgeois never doing a decent day's work in their lives, most of them have lived an inordinate length of time and are only snuffing it just now, when their children are in their late fifties.
I think I should speak to the progeny of the progeny of the evil bourgeois about this. What is the point of them watching their parents spending all the unearned when it could be coming their way whilst they are young enough to enjoy it?
With only the being awake, asleep and dreaming ... well, they can't do the bliss, Jack. You wouldn't want to be an old flatheid. I can't think of anything more horrible than hanging on there, terrified of the personal annihilation and all that.
Powa, I think, is what the voluntary exit from your body is called. I think it's one of the Six Yogas of Naropa. What a useful trick! But the too dumb to meditate won't even get as far as the bliss, so there's no chance of them being able to do something like that. It would be better all round if someone bumped them off.
I think ten percent off the top would be fair, Jack. That would be a hundred grand from some of the progeny of the progeny I know. Hmmm? Wishing heart attacks on them might prove insufficient of course, so other methods may be employed in extremis.
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But you miss that all this wealth is virtual, and only spendable when liquid, which it never is. Probably the bliss therefore represents the only unassailable currency available in the economic depression/flux.
In the slug world we speak of 'gold standard' technology, harking back semantically to a day when gold was stable currency, even though it has no uses apart from adornment and (latterly) treatment of rheumatoid joint problems. I's all so nominal.
Signed,
Bourgois MacBourgeois
Where there is life there is hope. There is always the chance that old flatheids can learn the bliss.
Even up to their last moment.
Money or things you don't work for are meaningless. Which is why so many kids don't care about wrecking things or tearing them up. They've never come to grips with the idea of trading hours of work for something they want.
Ion: One must make a difference between the bourgeois and the evil bourgeois. Tell your mum she's safe from moi! Hotboy
Marie: I think my auld maw meditates. She says she does anyway, so anything is possible. Unfortunately, some folk were born never to be happy and are just miserable basturns! Hotboy
Your old dear has done well to defy the classwide sentence to a premature death. I think you're saying she had some bourgeois genes, but that wouldn't explain you.
PS - I'm not terrified of the personal annihilation. Bring it on! A surprise axe through the back of the skull would help. I'll be reincarnated as the aristocrat I should have been in the first place.
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