The Comic Zone: A sure-fire solution for our economy

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by Parris ja Young

Let’s face it, all that money spent on Social Security, for example, could be much better spent for another bomb, for ammunition and more agile and faster fighter jets in foreign lands to defend our way of life, and for better surveillance instruments here at home. Besides, old people are no longer productive; they don’t work and they’ve already reproduced. They require caretakers who could be serving in other ways. It would be far cheaper and more humane just to let them die quietly. And besides, the way social security is set up, the financial forces of our great country will not make money until the system is privatized properly.

Reflections

How dare anyone blame the orgy of capitalist excess we witnessed in the latter half of the first decade of the third millennium of the birth of brother Jesus, upon the heads of the children needing an education, the vulnerable adults who are the Leviathan’s prey, the sick among us, the gutter trash among us, the junkies, the mentally ill on Social Security, the elderly whose aged bodies hold fine minds and a mighty big heart, and a lofty pen, a man like Parris ja Young, who doth now whisper of the Truth.

The advantage of writing truth is the certainty that the writing of reality is something different that reality itself. Therefore, the notion of writing about reality and the perceptions of reality is itself a fiction.

The fleetingness of truth is such that the quickest moving pen can hardly keep up with the ever moving truth of the now. In order to write about truth one must remove time from the equation.

The moving of spirit is the deepest truth of human reality. Barely catching a glimpse of that deepest truth is tough duty with pen in hand writing furiously to the end of truth.

One must forsake money as even a hidden goal when one writer goes forth counting coup on reality by bearing witness with a pen, time suspended for the writing of the sentences.

The body must approach a state of heightened awareness. One can only kneel in prayer as the pen of spirit moves furiously and gently across the page.

It is the destiny of man to persevere in seeking to become the pen of spirit. To become the trembling pen of spirit loosened upon the body.

The body’s biochemistry puts the body in touch with Spirit, puts the lowly human spirit in touch with Spirit.

This is the simplest truth of all ages and generations and individuals of humankind.

INSTRUCTIONS: Please click on the following two links and zoom to the bottom right of the second link.

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112C The Human Songbirds’ Story

While still in the womb the baby listens to the song of its mothers body. From birth the human songbird listens to the song of its parents and other humans in its midst. From infancy the human songbird listens to the song of its family and seeks to imitate that song. When the human ceases singing its song it is preparing to die.

The following letter is kind of a birthday card to my father. This blog continues the story “The words ‘honor thy father’ are important to me”

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My dearest father,

Today would have been your ninety-third birthday. I miss you so very much. You were and remain an inspiration to me. It broke my heart to watch your decline of old age. I so admired your tenacity as you continued to exercise by walking even after you had your stroke. You said that exercise kept the body alive.

You said that reading and talking were essential to life. You likened the human to a songbird and said that “when the human stops singing its song it is preparing to die.” You explained it thusly.

Even while still in the womb the human listens to the song of its mothers body. From the moment of birth the human songbird listens to the song of its parents and other humans in its midst. From infancy the human songbird listens to the song of its family and seeks to imitate that song.

Human song imitation is a primal urge, begun upon birth with its first wail and unto death with its final whimper.

I once asked you to speak the sentence that best summarized the fundamental nature of human existence. You told the story of the journey of the human songbird. You taught me that the human song was of the fundamental essence of human life. I have remembered your lessons and have begun to tell your story upon the Internet, at my blog, and I have begun to promote your story at various social networking websites.

The lessons you taught me are now being taught by me through my writings. I will soon share your journals but mostly I will share with humans the lessons you taught, and that I observed, of how to live a long life of good health and enjoy an old age of dignity, in your case these together comprising a life of honor and service to humanity.

You remain the most extraordinary man I have ever known. I am so grateful that I was blessed by fate to have been your son. It is a great joy of my life to be able to sing the human song lyrics you taught me concerning mathematics, physics, chemistry, biology, and philosophy–the lessons you taught me concerning the application of science and technology to human life.

The story concerning the human songbird’s drive to mimicry and self-expression is a fundamental lesson of human life. It best sums up the fundamental nature of human existence.

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