Green Tee Readings

Because context is no fun, here is my half of an email exchange on Wednesday:

Did anyone yet tell you to not go to Chipotle tomorrow?

Because it would make baby jesus cry

Because it also makes adult Jesus cry. Teen Jesus is cool with it, though he prefers Taco Bell.

Penicillin is always the answer.

Jesus is the reason for the season.

Be healed Brother Frank! Be welcome into the cushy bosom of the Lord! (Jesus ate too many twinkies the last few years. Also, He’s a fan of Americone Dream.)

Each step is forward progress on the road to enlightenment. Persevere and make preserves; I like raspberries.

Become one with the circle of the power of the majesty of life. And a bowl of petunias.

Because corners are an impediment to the gaining of enlightenment. The pain from bumping into a sharp corner of furniture at 3 in the morning is much greater than bumping into a rounded edge. Things that make you say “Oh Shit! That Freaking Hurts!” are speed bumps in the road to inner peace.

Points are divisive. Good hugs do not come with points, but with an encirclement of arms.
It is the fever dream of the moment that presupposes that the individual is of utmost importance. The path of the square leads directly to hubris, to where men just babble about the minutiae of the day and do not plan, do not hope, do not reconsider the past. They eke. They subsist. They do not dream the true dream.

what you say has merit, but it is merit that flows from a lack of faith. It disturbs. And yes, humans often see any transition as being abrupt, but it is a false sight, a sight too focused on the present and the individual. Just as a lifetime is but a short arc, one human life, the part of breathing and eating that most consider the entirety of life, is just a small part of the whole of creation. Horatio, expand your philosophy.

The square represents sudden change, change where the unwary, even the mildly cognizant, may become thrown off course, off into the void of uncertainty, into a place where they will no longer have even an air of righteousness with which to breathe. The square is abrupt, harsh like an alligators bite or the end of a fall down an elevator shaft.

Squares, parallelograms, and the like are inherently sedentary, they do not roll, do not progress. Circles are vehicles for motion, yes, they revolve, but they can also propel. They gather no moss.

The span of a human life is but a small arc in the great circle of creation, the circle of life and death and rebirth and afterbirth. We go on and on and on until time itself spins around us and we have to put our foot on the floor else we vomit.

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