Beautifully Sane, Insanely Beautiful

A couple of days ago, while listening and watching Celia Cruz sing Guantanamera, I had an epiphany.

It went sort of like this: "Wow, we could all be watching Celia Cruz sing Guantanamera, instead of (fill in the blank here with your favorite horrible things that are happening in this world).

Then I had a vision.

My vision went something like this:
I called my friend V. to tell her my epiphany. She was so blown away by it that she helped spread the word. Soon the whole world was united in harmony; listening and watching Celia Cruz sing Guantanamera instead of (fill in the blank here with your favorite horrible things that are happening in this world). And I retired to a mountaintop in Peru to live in seclusion, nobody but me and the Apus (sacred mountains). But then someone somewhere decided that they liked the Sandpipers version better and that we should all listen to that version. Soon the world’s population was split into two, those who preferred Cruz and those who preferred the Sandpipers. Those who preferred Cruz labeled themselves Cruzists (alternatively "purists" or more basically "us"). Those who preferred the Sandpipers labeled themselves Piperists (alternatively "purists" or more basically "us"). Both groups referred to each other as "heathens", "woolly headed", or more basically "them". Soon enough, there were more splits. Those who preferred to simply listen split away from those who preferred to sing along. Those who liked listening before going to bed at night split from those who preferred listening to it upon rising in the morning. Those who preferred listening to Van Morrison sing Moondance were ostracized by everyone. Well you see where I'm headed. Soon the peace was shattered, as all the different groups decided there simply wasn't enough room on the planet for all of us. And things ended up worse than before.

Instead of calling my friend V. to tell her my epiphany; I called to berate her because in my vision she started the whole mess.

This reminds me of the time that my teacher related a dream she had. In this dream, we were all walking along in the woods at our own pace. I pictured myself in her dream. In her dream, I told her "It's a little late, the woods are kind of spooky, I'm tired and there's an episode of Buffy the Vampire slayer on TV, so I'm going home."

This reminds me of the time that I was riding along on my bicycle in Tucson and I saw a sign that read “Dip? Do not enter when flooded". I thought to myself, "Ok I won't. But you don't have to be insulting about it".

While listening to Hot Chocolate sing "Sexy Thing" (oh I believe in miracles you....) I really did have a revelation that would usher in a new golden age, permanently. I couldn't find a pencil and paper to write it down and there was an episode of King of the Hill on TV, and by the time it was over, I'd forgotten my revelation.

I have a pretty clear idea that I existed before this body came into existence and so I will exist after all of it's myriads of motions come to rest. I am pretty sure that I know when the Kali Yuga will end. Beyond that, I'm certain that I'm not sure about anything. This is truly a good state to be in.

I only fear commitment and intimacy. Which just makes me "a guy". To put it even more simply, I'm "one of us".

Try this with a friend sometime. Tell them you know the world's greatest knock-knock joke and ask if they want to hear it. If they say yes, ask them to start it. The look on their face when you inevitably ask "Who's there?" is priceless. Walk away, slowly, savoring the moment, a slight smile playing across your lips.

CELIA CRUZ.. Guantanamera..

I can't stop watching this and thinking....gosh we could all just sit around singing Guantanamera

It's a love song, btw.