Glory in the Highest

just the beginning, shall I go on:





Thousands of things go right for you ever dqy, beginning the moment
you wake up. Through some magic you don't fully understand you're
still breathing and your heart is beating, even though you've been
unconscious for many hours. The air is a mix of gases that's just right for
your body's needs, as it was before you fell asleep.

You can see! Lisht of many colors floods into your eyes, registered by
nerves that look God or evolution or some process millions of years to
perfect. The interesting gift of these vivid hues comes to you courtesy of
an unaimaginably immense globe of fire, the sun, which continually
detonates nuclear reations in order to convert its body into light and
heat and energy for your personal use.

Did you know that the sun is located at the precise distance from you to
be of perfect service? If it werer any closer, you'd fry, and if it were ady
further away, you'd freeze. Here's another one of the sun's benedcitions:
It appears to rise over the eastern horizon right on schedule every day,
as it has since long before you were born.

Do you remember when you were born, by the way? It was a difficut
miracle that involved many people who worked hard on your behalf. No
less miracle is the fact that you have continued to grow since then,
with millions of new cells being born inside you to replace the old ones
that die. All of this happens whether or not you ever think about it.













shall I go on? Or am I showing the wrong light?

 

noone cares?

that's what I thought sad days indeed

 

i read

but maybe people dont want to read because they be all like

"that sounds easy to think about and say"

and yet they still dont try and bend there mind that way to think like that

 

that's fine and why I have not typed the rest

 

marie I love your sutra

 

On this day, like almost every other, you have awoken inside a
temperature-controlled shelter. You have a home! Your bed and pillo
are soft and you're covered by comfortable blankets. The electiricity is
turned on, as usual. Somehow in ways your barely aware of, a mssive
power plant at an unusual distance from your home is
transforming fuel into currents of electiristy that reach you through
mostly hidden conduits in the exact amounts you need, and all you have
to do to control the flow is flick small switches with your fingers.


You can walk! Your legs work wonderfully well. Your heart circulates your
blood all the way down to replenish the enerfy of the muscles in your
feet and calves and thighs, and when the blood is depleted it finds its
way back to your heart to be refreshed. This blessing recurs over and over
again without stopping every hour of your life.

Your home is pehaps not a million-dollar palace, but its sturdy and gigantitc
compared to the typical domicile in every culture that has preceeded you. The
floors aren't crumbling, and the walls and ceilings are holding up well, too.
Doors open and close without trouble, and so do the windows. What skillful
genuises built this sanstuary for you? How and where did they
learn their craft?





*so much more if you want it.

 

so much to be grateful for

 

Give glory to God in the Highest!
And peace to his people on earth!
Lord God, Heavenly King, Almighty God and Father!
We worship You!
We give You thanks!
We praise You for Your glory!
(I like this hymn)

 

Your doing great! Just the fact of having life is a gift..the best gift.. and all the wonders..the beautiful oceans and mountains..the perfect plants and trees, families, kids, friends and animals to love and the earth has been created so perfectly for humans inhabitation

 

In your bathroom, the toilet is functioning perfectly, as are serveral other
convenient devices. YOu have your disposal soaps, creams, razors,
clippers, tooth-cleaning accessories: a host of products that enhance your
hygeniene and appearance. You trust that unidentified scientists
somewhere tested them to be sure hery're safe for you to use.

Amazingly, the water you need so much of comes out of your faucets in an
even flow, with the volume you want, and either cold or hot as you desire. It's
pure and lean; you're confident no parasites are lurking in it. There is
someone somewhere making sure these boons will continue to arrive for you
without interruption for as long as you require them

Look at your hands. They're astounding creaurions that allow you to carry our
hundreds of tasks with great force and intricate grace. They relish the
pleasure and priviledge of touching thousands of different textures,
and they're beautiful




*time to walk the dog, i'll be back*

by the ay, this is not mine....its Rob Brezsny

 

In your closet are many clothes you like to wear. Who gathered the materials
to make the fabric why're made of? Who imbued them with colors, and how
did they do it? Who sewed them for you?

In your kitchen, appetizing food in secure packages is waiting for you. Many
people you've never met worked hard to grow it, process it, and get it to the
store where you bough tit. The bounty of tasty nourishment you get to choose
from is unprecedented in the history of the world.

Your many appliances are woking flawlessly. Dispite the fact that they feed
on electiridy, which could kill you instantly if you touched it directly, you feel
no fear that you're in danger. Why? Your faith in the people who invented,
designed, and produced these machines in impressive.

It's as if there's a benevolent conspiaracy of unknown people that is tirelessly
creating hundreds of useful things you like and need.

There's more. Gravity is working exactly the way it always has, neither pulling
on you with too much or too little force. How did that marvel ever come to
be? By some prodigoius, lon-running accident? It doesn't really matter,
since it will continue to function with astounding efficiency whether or nor you
understand it.

 

Meanwhile, a trillion other elements of nature's miraculous design are
expressing themselves perfectly. Plants are gorwing, rivers are flowing, clouds
are drifting, winds are blowing, animals are reproducing. The weather is an
interesting blend ofelements you've never before experiended in quite this
combination. Though you may take it for granted, you relish the ever-shifting
sensations of light and temperature as they interact with your body.

There;s more. You can smell odors and hear sounds and taste tastes.
many of which are quite pleasing. YOu can think! You're in possession of the
extraordinary gift of self-awareness. You can feel feeling! Do you realize how
improbably stupendous it is for you to have been blessed with ath mysteri-
ous capacity? And get this: YOu can visualize an inexhaustible array of
images, some of which represent things tha don't actually exist. HOw did you
acquire this magical talent?

(6 more phrases...I am exhausted)

 

That's the same person who writes "free will astrology". Kinda interesting, but kinda cheesy I think...

 

nice info on the world around you

is there more?

 

a matter of perspective, of course. much of life is cheesy.......

 

hahaha

but how you do life is what will make the cheese taste better

 

of course:


Do you want to go someplace that's at a distance? YOu have a number of
choices about what machines to use in order to get ther. Whatever you
decide- car, pane, bus, tain, subway, ship, helcopter, or bike- you have
confidence that it will work efficeintly. Multitudes of people who are now dead devoted themselves to perfecting these modes of travel. Multitudes who are
still alive devote themselves to senuring that these benefits keep serving you/

****this takes forever

 

Maybe you're one of the hundreds of millions of people in the world who has
the extraordinary priviledge of owning a car. It's a brilliant invention made by
highly competent workers. Other skilled laborers put in long hours to extract
oil from the ground or the sea and turn it into fuel so you can use your car
conveniently. The roads are drivable. Who paved them for you: The bridges
you crosss are potent feats of engineering. Do you realize how hard it was to
fabricate them from scratch?

You're aware that in the future shrinking oil reserves and global warming may
impose limitations on your ability to use care and plane and other machines
to travel. But you also know that many smart and idealistic people are
dilligently striving to develop alternative fuels and protect the environment.
And compared to how slow societies have beeh to understan their
macrocosmic problems in the past, your culture is moving with
unprescedented speed to recognixe and respond to the crisis spawned
by its technologies.

A you travel, you might listen to music. Maybe you've got an MP3 player, a
fantastic invetion that has drastically enhanced your ability to hear a
stunning variety of engaging sounds at a lw sost. Or maybe you have a
radio. Through a process you can't fathom, music and voices that originate at
a distance from you have been converted into invisible waves that bounce off
the ionsphere and down into your little machine, where they are transformed
back into music and voices for you to enjoy.

Let's say its 9:30 am. You've been awake for two hours, and a hundred
things have already gone right for you. If three of those hundre things had
not gone right-your toaster was broken, the hot water wasn't hot enough,
there was a stain on your pants you wanted to wear- you might feel that today
the universe is against you, that your luck is bad, that nothing's going right.
and yet the fact is that the vast majority of everything is workin with
brathtaking efficiency and consistency. YOu would clearly be deluded to
image that life is primarily an ordeal.

 

I would love to write a dark, seething parody of this...about waking up as a depressed alcoholic.

"You slowly open your tired, black eyes. A sickening light blinds you through the flimsy, paper thin curtains you bought from the reduced rack at K-Mart. A miriad of smells permeate your nostrils, from Cat poop to stale pizza. Your lips are chapped and painful. You taste vomit in the back of your throat and you realise you have pissed the bed. You choose to ignore the fact and reach for the bottle of jack resting on your milk crate bedside table, only to find it empty. Life just can't get any worse than this."

 

if it is your passion, go for it!