Um Yeah…

Dear Purusha,

I have a bug up my ass and it’s from this comment we got the other day:

“Who told you that “There is only here and now”…
“I am” sense ? The sense of presence ?

It is just sound.. bzzzzzz, nothing else.”

There is no here and there is no now.
There is no prakriti and there is no purusha.
There is only nothing and that is everything.”

 They might think they’re all enlightened and shit but to me that sounds like an alcoholic who won’t admit he has a problem. “There is no me (Prakriti). There is no you (Purusha). There is only nothing and that is everything. ” What a bunch of horseshit.

Maybe “reality” has a subjective definition and maybe “nothing” does as well but I rely on reason and if my eyes and my ears and my mouth and my mind tell me that something is there then it’s fucking THERE dammit.

I am here. I am thinking and writing and feeling these words. Who is to say they are nothing? Who is to say that the ground I walk on is nothing? Who is to say the air I breathe is nothing? The friends I laugh with are nothing? The lovers I cry with are nothing? The people who drive me crazy are nothing?  This world that God created is all nothing? Fuck nothing.  Go sleep in the streets of Calcutta and gnaw on children for breakfast if it is all nothing.

I don’t subscribe to nothingness. If it were all nothing then I could sit on my big fat ass all day long and nothing I might do would matter. I would know You already and stop getting caught up in all the nonsense of my material existence. But I do get caught up. And that’s because it’s FUCKING REAL dammit. My struggles are real. My triumphs are real. My friends are real. My sadness is real. My happiness is real. Poverty is real. Starving children on the streets are real.

You can take your happy little ideas that it’s all illusion and that nothing matters and go do nothing with your life. BUT I AIN’T GONNA. I’m going to live my life like every second matters. Like that’s all there is. Because then even if that’s not true, at least I won’t have any regrets. Cause if I think it’s all nothing. And then it turns out to be something. Well, I think that would be a shame. Even if nothing is everything. 


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