if you’re ‘right’, someone has to be ‘wrong’,
not so long ago we were burnt at the stake for being wrong, now, that is not right,
well, what changed that right to a wrong?


a simple change of thought-bundles…


so, we now have the current set of thoughts which dictate to us what is right and what is wrong,
always, our thought-bundles are changing, and, according to them, we are told what is now right and wrong,
but, a much bigger question concerns me,
interpersonal rights and wrongs,
why? well, they have universal import,
what happens in our backyard happens on the world stage…


for instance, right now, I’m in a restaurant, having plowed through half a plate of fish and chips,
to paraphrase Churchill:-
“… never in the history of culinary delights have I paid so much and enjoyed so little…”,
The cod must have been in the freezer since the Miocene, and the potatoes were harvested not much later,
OK, so now I had a major grievance, this is ‘wrong’,
i now had the choice to espouse a thought-bundle of ‘wrong’ and to get the full deleterious emotions behind it,
in the past, I would have graphically voiced my displeasure, today, in the ‘afternoon’ of my life, I try not to,
i now want to ‘not-react’, merely to neutrally state the facts, without injecting the usual negative emotional Molotov cocktail,
do I always succeed, yeah, rrright…,
the owner asked me how the meal was,
i serenely told him that something was amiss,
he immediately defended:-
“…never before has anyone complained about the food in my restaurant…”,
c’mon, never?
I tried to smile in a non-condescending way and apologized for my observation, to which he retorted with some doubt in his voice whether I still wanted the coffee,
I had the coffee of course…,
[i got no apology and got charged full price.., c’mon, smile, I loved it…]

way I see it, and may I invite us to extrapolate this to more vital issues in our interpersonal lives, like, should I stay with her and focus on her good points or should I ditch the ‘b*tch’?
c’mon, of course you must stay, give her some more lovin’ and hugs and smiles, yes, she’s worth it, you thought so not so long ago didn’t you, what changed, a bundle of unconscious, compulsive thoughts, perhaps?
Tut, tut…
After all, sometimes, just like the coffee is bland, so will her kisses be, she’s just having an off-day, or maybe your infernal snoring kept her awake all night…

as for me, may this be my mantra:
“…what possible purpose can negative clamor accomplish, that, ‘a still small voice’ cannot with infinite more peace and efficiency and power?”

perhaps, the root cause of all our woes is our propensity to fall prey to the mass hypnosis of a planet deeply in the grip and enslavement of unconscious ‘thought-bundles’,
instead, may I invite us to become ‘the observer’, to step back and awarely realize:-
“…hey, i’m no meager bundle of thoughts,
i am that i am…”
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