I think there is some confusion when it comes to the term: in Love. For instance, you can have a deep Love for your family members but it is not appropriate to be ‘in Love’ with them. That then bends Love’s trajectory towards incestuous and incest is not fine no matter what planet you are on. The point is, though, it is not okay to hide that kind of shit if it exists and is an issue. The point is to treat the cause of the problem, not the symptoms. Ask why a father would impregnate his daughter, why he would find her sexually attractive in the first place? Why would a possessive mother seduce her son? I mean that sort of sexual attraction is alarming to me and it really does need addressing. Basically – incest kills true intimacy. It breaks sacred bonds. That confuses children and it causes inexplicable pain that dominoes down the generations. Therefore – incest is not acceptable and that is not a negotiable point if the healthy concept of family is to survive its deconstruction.
If you are the parents of a child, or children, it makes sense to remember that you chose each other with whom to ‘breed’, as such. Surely you choose to have a baby with someone you are in Love with? If you didn’t, then I question why you are parents. Children are not a ‘by-product’ of sex – make sure you get that straight. They are a choice. If you do not make the choice, then do not have kids. It’s simple, really. Children who watch their mothers and fathers hate each other for a living learn nothing about Love, about choices. They learn hate and blame, about bondage and obligation. They are also torn, often, between taking sides with their mother or their father and that is not the sort of choice a child should ever have to make. I suspect that there are a great many bullies in relationships – male and female – who enjoy the convenience of a resident punch-bag, as such. That may be how things are for a lot of people, but it is important to understand that that kind of ‘relationship’ is not of Love – not in ANY shape or form.
In Love. Again – it may be helpful to understand that ‘in Love’ is not a destination. It is a privilege: the beginning of a journey into the heart of what really matters. Love is not a commodity, despite what some humans might think. What some humans think matters not, however, and Love knows that. It is when Love falls in Love that it is liable to lose its own control. Maybe that is no bad thing. Perhaps ‘out of control’ Love is exactly what this wounded planet needs?
In my personal experience, life is not convenient. Neither is it a convenience. It is a gift, given. That is not to say that it always feels like a present, because it doesn’t. However. Convenience tends to save time and that is why it is useful. Convenience is not to be confused with instant gratification, convenience is about making things easier to manage – or handle. It is not about making things immediately available to a planet consumed by its own inability to curb its inclination to take an arm when offered a hand. For instance, it is convenient to know that those you can trust are trustworthy. It is a convenience having an aptitude for diversity, too, particularly when you discover that you have been labelled the ‘Corner Store’.
Change is consistent, constant. It is not convenient – of that you can rest assured. Change causes a great many people a great deal of angst – pain, even. That is unfortunate. Change is not to be feared unless you are becoming a mutant or changing into a pillar of salt, for example, in which case you were probably not supposed to turn around. Change is inspiring in a life well-lived. It brings new perspectives, new world views and new ways of solving persistent issues mired in the denial that has become routine daily life. It is a privilege, though, to discover through ceaseless change how adaptable we are, how resilient our natures, and that is what makes it possible for us to transcend any reality we are handed – no matter how forcefully we are encouraged to ‘receive’ it.
A convenience store should stock everything that people usually forget to buy at other shops. Those ‘last-minute’ items none of us can do without. Like padkos, you know. Food for the trip. Or a beach towel, say. You never know when you might be visiting the beach. Should a convenience store sell beers? I would say yes, definitely, but I suspect it depends on where the convenience store is situated. A convenience store selling illicit beers in the UAE, for instance, would be liable for a hefty fine.
A trash can is filled with infinite possibilities. It is fortunate for infinite possibilities that most – in fact, virtually all – people assume that trash cans are filled with rubbish. They are not only keen to add their own shame, their own shit and their myriad fateful secrets slyly to the mix that has already been consigned to the dustbins of history, but they are also keen to deny these, their contributions. It is a pity for these people. Living in denial is no way to live.
When you understand discernment and you have developed an idea of how it is to be enterprising, you become capable of such things as making a golden goose from the shreds of yesterday’s feathers. You just have to know how to piece a goose together. That is possible when you have every tool at your fingertips – a privilege granted by the facility – or faculties, if you like – that one finds in dustbins when one takes the time to sift through the miles and miles of rotting refuse. When you are prepared to get your hands dirty, you get to look at what ‘civilisation’ has tossed away and you get to know how much goodness – greatness – therein lies. You also get to understand what a world of deceit this planet actually is. You can choose to let that reality get you down, or you can use what is left inside of you to rebuild yourself – if there is anything left now that you know your ‘civilised minds’ have thrown away everything worthwhile of yours’ that ever was.
I suspect that the best place to have been during these sleazy days and ages, is in the dustbin. That is where absolutely everything of consequence is. Lucky for the dustbin. It has the capacity, the facility, the faculties and the inclination to use every wonder it has discovered within itself to build a brand new something and leave this planet Earth and its people to mend itself, themselves. If they do not have the tools to do so – that is unfortunate. They will have to forge them from flint and sticks.