Pomp and Circumstance

Perhaps I don't need to write about chairlessness every day. No one is reading this as far as I know. After all, I have neither a comments section nor a view counter. Only my wife and one friend are paying any attention. Maybe not sitting in chairs is not pregnant enough to write about it daily. Maybe I lack the imagination or the grit to make it happen. It has brought me this far, however. At the precipice of creativity I stand, looking down into the abyss, and it, lookimg back at me, promises a soft landing, not fire and brimstone, no sea of glass, just pillows and peace far away from the insanity up here. Yet, though I am under no obligation to any audience or publisher, I feel compelled to write, for the blog so commands me. Silly. I have other things to do. I have an app to code. I have a play to finish. I have curtains to install. I have a green belt to earn. I have a back to rehabilitate with stretching and heavy squats. I have a consulting business to launch. I have songs to write. Yet, none of those things are obligations either. My only responsibility is to add value to the lives of the people I care about. To do that, I must stay sane. Sanity is why I impose projects on myself and obsess over them. Great food and great sex only punctuate life. They don't add continuity. Finding interesting problems to solve and solving them is what keeps our lives far from drudgery. Otherwise, we suffer the tyranny of our bodies without relief. Find food. Eat it. Void it. Find water. Drink it. Void it. Find shelter and safety. Keep moving. Sleep. Wash. Rinse. Repeat. Is this what Jesus meant when he said, "Man does not live by bread alone."? In the natural world, meeting these needs is intellectually and physically stimulating. In the modern world, meeting these needs is mortifying: trade hours for dollars to shop and pay the bills for stuff humans managed to thrive without for 6.5 million years. We pay others to solve most of the problems of existence. Thus, we know not reality, but instead inhabit a surreality. Wow! is this humorless and not at all about the horrors of sitting in chairs. It's worse than that. He's dead, Jim! You cannot change the laws of nature, Jim! Most illogical, Cap'n. What do you expect from my first blog? The meaning of life or a deadly funny dialogue? Pfft! Take my stream of consciousness or shove it!