I am probably the least quotable person of history in history but I am going to dare say that civilization has never been better sterilized from its environment than in these our times. We are better equipped to manage the slaughter of game in a clean fashion, our houses have fewer spiders, less rats, and dirt has been vacuumed out, our toilets flushed, and rubbish is disappeared underground or incinerated; and we must not forget that today we shower everyday and the water has been chemically rinsed of amoebas and minerals. Overall, our ability to clean ourselves, our homes and our things, has been a successful adventure that has separated us from rats, germs, our shit and disease; so the campaign to cleanliness, while holy in origin, has managed to separate us from bad health.
Well or so it would seem. Things are just a bloody bit more complicated and for us, perhaps it could be a terrible thing, perhaps by being obsessive about our cleanliness we have managed to sterilize ourselves into a bubble child existence, whereas now we are perhaps more prone to die of a gentle virus than survive it through contaminated immunity. Having significantly less exposure to the environment we are certainly not increasing the chances that our progeny will have all the antibodies to outdo a viral tautology. The concept is absolutely religious and metaphysical in origin, cleanliness is something that is strangely mustered by an immature spiritual life that peers into the metaphysical, and through inadequate interpretation, blunders the sterility of the metaphysical (which doesn’t eat, doesn’t shit, and doesn’t have to breath oxygen), blunders that metaphysical translation into our everyday lives. Suddenly we can not eat pigs because God doesn’t like pork, though he sure made prosciutto mighty tasty, and suddenly we have to pray before we eat the slaughtered beast while ritualistically cleansing it of its essence, that is, its bestial spirit!
Yet it is the damn spirit of the beast, as some Indians correctly believed, that we ought to consume and transform within us! It is the spirit of Bear and Tiger and even, Mule that we hunger for, to put their life force in us, that is what we are actually doing when we are eating lamb or cow or rabbit. That we may have chosen the least wild of beasts to consume because they were easier prey may not have been the brightest spiritual of horizons to aim for, but hey one gets worn-out from tiger hunting; I am not here to argue that I would rather hunt a tiger over a cow, I am game for easy prey, though everyone out there must agree that it would be much better to have tiger farms, and tigerboys than the plain and dull cattle farms and cowboys of today. It is the damn spirit of the thing essence that we are trying to munch on, and it is perhaps a reflection of the poverty of our feed and beings that we are consuming more and more chickens and even becoming vegetarians. Perhaps the best humor of it all is in that the most spiritual of peoples have almost an inherent tendency to become vegetarians, something which was bound to happen with the birth of monotheism which doomed us to consume only one god, such was the birthing poverty of our consuming spirits!
You don’t have to use too much logic to get into the spirit of vegetarians, you can’t get lost at that exit but you must question if eating a vegetable is more humane than eating veal. The vegetable has chosen to be non-aggressive; it ranks a diminutive stature within corporeal existence, while a calf, nicely trapped and fed in a cage, has chosen to be an all out consumer solely out to get fat off the land and even farting massive amounts of pollution into our atmosphere. Eat a cow and save the environment, only in this, even we can not beat them because the more we eat anything, by virtue of population growth, the more the thing we eat will have to be grown or raised within the environment, (save that we become those monks that contemplate existence, living on one grain of rice per year,) but be clear here, vegetables have chosen to be mostly harmless, though I don’t claim to understand their chemistry, so why eat something so bloodless and spiritless as a vegetable? Do vegetarians really think that spiritless diets are holier? Rigorously it must be observed that vegetables are by nature less spiritual than cows, this is why we eat more cows, they are more here, their essence is more here, they have invested more energy of desire to be here than have carrots, mushrooms and broccoli! With the only possible exception of succulently anxious asparagus, cows obviously have more spirit hence the reason we, not being willing to farm tigers, tigers being so high of spirit, aren’t willing to be farmed like chickens or cows, so we have chosen the easiest spiritual consumption route towards greater spirit.
Skeptics, who needs them, but skeptics will argue that while historically there is evidence of ritualistic consumption of animals, witches understood the benefits of eating “light spirits” toads, rats, grasshoppers, and higher up the spiritual ladder snakes. The Christians liked to look the other way on animal sacrifices but a few goats did not escape their attention, and I hear that the Romans may have been big on bull sacrifices (which seems appropriate for a civilization that really wanted to sacrifice the world), but skeptics will argue that today there isn’t a civilized people that commit ritualized sacrifice. I don’t know if you have been invited over to a nice dinner at a friend’s house, but those of you that have will take notice that in many households there is a prayer before supper. This is certainly a carryover from the prenuptial ritualistic slaughter. But modern ritualistic endeavors are more obvious in a less observable fashion; after all civilized society isn’t and couldn’t be ritualistic. Still consider dinner at my in-laws, garlic is practically given center stage (it used to be a favorite with witches too) garlic is rubbed, injected, smothered, ecclesiastically cut to finer and finer status, until it is able to penetrate the atom and quantum tunnel into the soul. Then there is the leg of lamb, with sanguinary and vitriolic-sharp knife cuts it is antagonized into an olive oil and sage revival, then thermometer metered so that the temperature cooks it without burning the spirit within, and its juices are silently recycled via a plastic greenhouse. Lamb itself is punctured so that it will, cruelly, reabsorb itself, after which it is served with mashed potatoes, which are themselves, for unadulterated consistency, covered in gravy sautéed from lamb’s secreted juices. The table is finely set, and red wine (the only proper denomination) is served and toasted before the leg of lamb falls prey to our gnashing molars and much satisfied taste buds. Then, a very rich sugary dessert is served, to erase, wipeout, any and all trace of lamb flavor from our palate, so as to assure God, if he decides to check, that we never slaughtered one of his hoofed beasts. Let there be no doubt that the ritualistic is buried in the intricacies, elegance and delicacy of today’s cooking
Now we must return to our Monk eating the grain of rice and surviving for a year on that mostly contemplative diet. Experimentally I would like to clear the way for this to be a believable truth as opposed to where it mostly sits now, at least in the Western world, as an unbelievable truth. Allow me to explain. Monk is contemplating in the metaphysical realm, that reality is not based on symbiotic consumption, interchange and metamorphoses, as it is with those of us, mostly all of us, that are living in one dimension that is mostly capitalist and republican and showy and not much all else; our one grain of rice per year eating Monk, lives mostly outside of this planet and outside of its most common dimension and so it stands to reason that Monk does not need to eat like we eat because he doesn’t get consumed by our dimension at the same rate that we get consumed by it. Time and rate of physical consumption, which can lead to perishing, is different for Monk, mostly it is the time of the eternal metaphysical dimension that Monk is experiencing through contemplative meditations, so while we think a year has passed by, Monk is really just experiencing an English afternoon tea and eating a grain of rice because it is more civilized and sacred than chewing his fingernails.
Clearly Monk doesn’t need to eat the grain of rice, Monk is not hungry in our dimension, he is just eating the grain of rice to show off, a vagrant need from the part of him that is living in our dimension. For some reason academics and journalists and the populace in general are more enamored with the idea that Monk ate only a single grain of rice than if he didn’t eat anything. This is probably because the grain of rice makes it a more believable truth, even people like me that have never seen a Monk live on only one grain of rice are willing to believe that, if he ate at least 1, one grain of rice, he has had proper nourishment, digestive processes were not ignored and just maybe, since we are a bit envious, just maybe Monk will experience a severe bout of diarrhea.
Aside from the obvious synergy of envy which we lay on Monk, Monk has little interaction within our world and so he is less consumed by it and we are less consumed by him, that is to say that our interaction with Monk is minimal which is why so few of us have ever seen or lived with a Monk that only eats one grain of rice. This is critical, we need to comprehend the realties from which we are absent, and of course the lack of symbiosis makes comprehension virtually inaccessible. Detached from Monk we subtract ourselves from belief just like we have detached ourselves from the dirt and the germs and viruses that are so inherently a part of our dimension; only our disassociation, caused through civilizizing processes, ends disrupting our connectivity to, imagine this, ends disrupting our connectivity to this WORLD, our world, not the world of Monk, but the world that we experience and inhabit suffers rejection, and suffers our animosity through our physical cleansing rituals. These superficial and worse, manual disassociations reduce the significance and depth that the environment can impugn upon our perception and senses. We can then go on a rampage to mutilate environment, having no associated utility value within the artificial habitats that we, the bubble children, have created to safeguard us from our built-in weaknesses.
Obviously Monk doesn’t care about the environment because he doesn’t live here, even as he is in being a local essence. When Monk dies he won’t know it, won’t realize his own death because he is largely someplace else; this is why Monks so often come up with philosophies for life that have no bearing upon our reality, and people are stupid enough to follow them largely due to the lure of their very impossibility, which only adds that exotic charm we all just inanely love. Common existence, the reason we like cows, they are more like us, common existence of course is the most appreciated even as we seek every other alternative, in the end we are mostly cow spirits and this includes those of you that were born in the year of the dragon.
We come to the egregious conclusion that humanity appears to be distancing itself from its environment through the conceptional realization that knowledge and sterility are all important. As we accomplish this (and we will accomplish it - the universe has no laws against foolishness), we come closer to depriving ourselves of the magical interactions which inform us of the goings on in the universe. The isolation from the mud of the earth makes us lonely, and yet, from our point of view this is healthy. The reason why we have such an opinion of the matter is because we have been grown to believe in our superiority over the environment, and over any and all species. We further believe that only God is superior to us, and God doesn’t eat, not even a grain of rice, and he lives forever.
Our agility to distance ourselves from the endemically symbiotic universe is due to a predicament with our point of reference.
