Lost in OK

Well, overall, it’s been one of those weeks. Very busy and little accomplished. However, occasionally, there are those days when the world falls into order. Today, work was a joy. I just couldn’t be stopped. There is nothing like the euphoria that comes from the act of creation.

There are those who say that work is something to be survived in order so that life can be lived. Maybe the mentality comes from the Bible and the story of the toil after the fall of man or some deep rooted duality that runs through most human through. However, on days like today, I believe that work is the definition of what it means to be man. There is no separation between work and the meaning of man. The notion of duality is the flaw in recognizing the reality of the world. The notion of two separate and distinct realities is not only a logical impossibility, but it also separates from the joy of being a part of the one, true and only reality. When a task is not enjoyable, we can be sure that this is not the human part of work. This is the activities of most of nature. This is an act of survival. Work however, is the act of creation. It is the act of celebration in being a part of reality. Work should always be done in pursuit of living life to the fullest.

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[Listening to: Soul Man - Sam & Dave - Atlantic Records 50 Years - The Gold Anniversary (02:42)]

Well, the Johnny Cash memorial was a blast and by blast I mean I didn’t get home till six in the morning. Good times had by all.

Consequently, I slept until noon when I was awakened and quickly summoned to the State Fair. I have to say that I was more than a little disappointed. I remember the fair from my childhood as a dark and seedy place where things were slightly surreal and very spooky. I remember strange and melodic banter of the carnies mixed with a universe of smells (not all pleasant). Now the carnies are basically employees of some arcade corporation. Some of the old style guys are there, but most are young hawkers who lack the shady look of the old days.