IN CONTINUATION FROM: tO lIVE iS tO wORK– TALES FROM THE WALK BEHIND ME, NO.11
In the Eye.
This is exemplary of the tortoise and the hare, but we’re getting there. These tales are slowly coming to their conclusion, and this one is a fiery one on behalf of the civilized man.
With regards to the current place in time, the news to share is that there is a newborn on the way in time for Christmas. Life moves quickly, and that is the beauty therein of it, to be able to marvel in the progression of time.
Alternatively, there was also news of a high school friend who had recently passed; he was in his early 30’s.
Krima is the word to use in Greek, and it means to express, “what a shame.”
Indeed it is, as murder is such an ugly word.
Truthfully, I was close with his brother as we played side by side on the offensive line in high school. And though life and time has drifted us apart, I deeply feel for him and his family for their loss.
Shocking really. But death is funny that way, as death is mourned by the living. Who knows what is to say of the dead in their passing.
Regardless, may he rest in peace.
As for myself, I am in a rather pessimistic mood regarding our evolution into the near term future. Well, as pessimistic as I am in expecting the worst, I always have hope; at least for myself.
I feel that is important to have, as it is better to lose faith in humanity than to lose faith in yourself. If the world goes, well we’re going with it. But if the world is here to stay, than we risk losing ourselves entirely if we have no hope left for ourselves.
Call it pessimism, I feel it also part of my own intuition at work. I am not bragging, but I feel that I have a small knack for seeing things unfold before they do. I’m not always right, and I don’t always listen, but something is there.
I’m not special either, I feel that we all have that capacity to tap into our own intuitive prowess.
Intuition is very much like a puzzle, meaning that there is no clear-cut instruction, or guidance, but totally abstract. The picture is there and it takes a little bit of awareness to piece things together.
To throw another expression at you, “a picture is worth a thousand words.”
The intuitive process can be revealed in our own mental imagery. We can see something and draw out a conclusion based on how we see it. Further, as we see it, we arrive to that conclusion immediately, as it flashed before our eyes.
I can attest to this for myself, but would you believe me? Certainly, if you haven’t noticed already, you can probably attest to this yourself as well.
I am no seer, really, but life can be pretty weird that way.
Burned By The Fire.
Well if you’d like to go into more detail regarding the interesting nature of intuition, I go into great detail regarding the epistemological topic in the crash course.
But moving forward into my own pessimism, the following tale is a mashup of 3 entries in the conclusion of my walk. I made it to the coast, to Muxia and Finisterre, and proceeded to finally depart my way back to Santiago by bus.
I’ve mostly experienced the bubble of my mind throughout the walk, as I have been separated from the workings of the real world. With the abrupt introduction back to our civilized ways, the feelings were ugly.
So, buckle up because these entries are obscene, even in my own reflection.
I’ve Said This Before, but Don’t let these hard times ruin your impression of humanity.
Follow your heart, genuinely.
Let’s move on!
The following is Number 12 of 14 in the series of blog posts called “Tales From The Walk Behind Me”.
If you’re new to these, it is a series of originally journaled entries through a few of my days —events, experiences, thoughts— along the Camino De Santiago.
If you missed part one, here it is — Click Me!
This is my standard cut and paste disclaimer from the tale before, I will give you the bit of warning because it might not be what you expect– my thoughts can be ugly because I’m a weirdo.
Furthermore, the content will vary, and the timelines will be all over the place because my mind loves a wild goose chase.
You also may question my own benevolence as a human being.
Civilized Nature, Here is no. 12…
EN ROUTE CAMINO NORTE – Santiago De Compostela.
“Completo”- Post Camino
Friday September 27, 2019. Sitting Outside Of The Cathedral, 6:31 pm.
I just wolfed down a bunch of pastries, well not really, as I did savor the experience. But wolfed down in the sense that it was a lot of pastry and the indulgence was wild.
Considering the endless walking, I feel there is always room for more.
Either way, yesterday I finished my Camino journey in Finisterre, and the morning rain brought me back to Santiago by bus. Truly, an abysmal eye-opening experience.
The message is this, if last years Camino taught me the importance of “community”, this year taught me all about scrapping it.
F*ck that, I don’t give a damn about the public because we tend to turn into a group of assholes.
There are always individuals to stand out and shine beyond the dirt, but the polarity to the diamond in the rough is the rough itself, who spoils it for all. Therein is the problem when we cross over into the public realm, that we are all guilty in our contribution to this mass entity that becomes its own thing in personality. As a result, we are prone to experience some form of frenzy effect that pulls us into this silly game to override one another.
The Feeling Is In The Air Then
Pfft, the civilized man, what a crock of shit.
I am so damn cynical, it’s a joke, as it leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.
“Buen Camino!” they would say giddy, and upbeat with excitement and glee… Like they genuinely give a damn, let alone do they even mean it outside of the trail.
The phrase is more than just a phrase, it is a way to connect to your fellow pilgrim on the trail, “we’re in this together” type of thing.
But no, no we’re not because they’re skipping out on its depth, and it’s clear because all of that role-playing gets dropped the moment we go back to our civilized ways; the ways of the civilized man.
So go on then, continue playing the role you pilgrim.
There is no consistency there. If you make the choice to reach out and express it on a trail away from everyday life, you do so courteously and kindly, as you are open to connect. But as soon as you drop your rucksack off, and strip down your shell, you’re so quick to snub everyone off, falling right back into your own habitual general societal bullshit.
The civilized man: what a parody; what a charade; what abhorrent behavior to witness boarding the bus.
What about it? Abysmal!
I see you, scum! Polite and righteous on the trail, but as we head for the street there are no sacrifices on your part, there is no compromise, or sympathy for your fellow man; it’s all about push-pull, no give-all take.
Where is the order?
What happened to being civilized, man!
As you all ease in, sleuthing and manipulating your way through to the front, striving to be the first one to pick your seat; the best seat for the bottom of your ass; the most luxurious and comfortable one to which you seek; your high chair!
First on, first off is the mentality, f*cking “ME, ME, ME, ME.”
Well, f**************ck yoooooooouuuuu!
Out here in the square of the street I see them rushing in, hooting and hollering, like they’re going to change the world or something. You know what, some of them are, as some of them are truly genuine.
But most? Most are worthless, absorbed in their own shit and distractions to put on some satisfactory image to satisfy the bullshit of their mind.
You didn’t do shit, and you aren’t going to do shit either.
Why are you here if you’re not open to change; Didn’t you learn anything from your travels, or was this just another shallow endeavor to add to the bucket list of empty experiences?
You don’t know why you’re here, or what you’re looking for, the aimless experience has you.
Dependable garbage. You’d be dead if the world wasn’t keeping you alive.
Akin to farm cattle, or the dairy cow; herds pinned through a tiny grate left to eat and shit under their own nose, whilst groped and titted for milk and fortunes.
You scum, you sponge; soaking in everything you can get your hands on for the sake of having it.
Get f*cked, I see through your fake superficial bullshit. Get f*cked!
Everything genuine gets raped for exploit, as the greed of humanity spoils opportunity.
“Civilized Man”; what crockery, what nonsense.
You only need yourself in this life, and nothing else.
Their I was walking 1000km with so much excess on my damn back. I knew better than last year, to bring less in my pack, and it was still too much.
I just walked for hours and hours, for miles and miles, no water, no food. In full tune with body and mind, spirit and soul.
That’s how you learn: you try, you apply, you reflect, and reapply.
My pack has too many crutches to hold on to. Quite simply, there is too much shit with no real purpose outside of just in case; Another example of overconsumption and materialism.
I don’t want to keep this look for myself, I am not you pilgrims, loaded to the tits with big box gear, fancy trekking poles, and extra trinkets to keep to your comfort.
The civilized man, what a gloater, what a sham.
What’s that? Oh, you didn’t hear me through those ear buds blasting out tunes for the last 4 hours.
What an escape, keep distracting yourself from the real work.
Where are you without it you pig? Get the f*ck out of here, get lost.
Learn to keep enough for when you need it, shed the excess, no more, no less.
Don’t settle for less, but don’t yearn for more, take what you need, and that’s it.
Above all else, forget being civilized man! Do the work that you came out here to do; face yourself!