The Mad Musings of Morgan

Perfection is not a state of being influenced by a collection of idealistic life experiences, it is a state of serenity. It is a perception of the daily chaos as it’s own ideal. Everything in existence at any given moment is the paramount of it’s possible potential. Considering it has no other potential beyond the one it is within the space of that second. No second can be repeated, no instance remade, therefore since the ultimate potential is only one potential, in essence, it has been and always will be achieved.

“In striving for perfection man robs himself of contentment.”

You are told from a young age that each individual is like a snowflake. Unique, special, unlike anyone else. You are led to believe that this is a consequence of your personality traits, the things you say, the things you do and the emotions that you feel. False. While you might be thinking ‘how terribly pessimistic,’ I ask you to pause. Consider this. Every thought, every action has been performed before you. In the millions of years of human existence novelty has become obsolete. And yet! Despite this every human being is still a snowflake. Why? Because while every thought and action may have been performed before you no one has seen it through your eyes. No one has existed within your consciousness. Every moment of your existence is your own and it is unique because, from your perspective, your consciousness is unparalleled. It is potentially possible that your consciousness has existed before, reincarnation is as viable a theory as any other, if so we are as of yet largely unaware of these past experiences and perhaps more importantly they do not exist within your now. This moment is truly impossible to recreate with in the bounds of the known world. Even with the possibility of a parallel universe in which this moment splits off into a billion other moments, those realities are unknown to us and so the experience remains unique, the snowflake in tact. In fact it is not the being that is singular in existence it is the moment it exists within.

The phrase comes to mind often as I sit at my computer, wrapped too tightly for comfort in the deep south. “Yes, my sheep,” says the baptist minister to his congregates. “Let me provide you with a book that will rid you of responsibility for your existence. Don’t think about your morals, don’t ask why just take this book and live it. Why? Because your mother and your father believe it, your sister and your brother, your grandmammy, your grandpappy, your great grandmammy and pappy. Everyone believes it, so of course it’s true!”

Our society is too nice. We enable people to be stupid and fat. “Oh you’re 300 pounds overweight? That’s okay, you’re perfect anyway! Don’t change anything about your disgusting diet and sedentary lifestyle. You’re already perfect!”

“Oh, you were so dumb you couldn’t get through high school? Don’t worry we’ve got a GED for you right here!”

Really, America? Come on, we’re better than that. Do I need to pull out my cattle prod?

Why do people insist on condescending certain words for not being “Webster approved?” We’ve lost sight of the goal. The purpose of words is to communicate complex ideas. Brain to mouth to somebody else’s brain. If it so happens that the brain you’re trying to explain something understands the meaning of whatever gobble-de-gok you have to say then you’ve achieved the goal. Cookie for you!

For instance: I’m from the south and while I personally have no particular love for certain cultural nuances such as y’all and ain’t there isn’t a single person down here who doesn’t know what they mean. Were I to come across a certain southern individual and find myself in need of communicating “not” with a hint of southern stubbornness and ignorance I might use the word “ain’t.” Shockingly enough the impression I wanted to transmit to my conversation partner’s brain would compute DESPITE the fact that ‘ain’t’ isn’t supposed to be a “real” word.

In your face DICTIONARY!