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Answers for the Worldviews Class

November 21, 2014 by costaricaguy Leave a Comment

world-views

I was asked by my youngest daughter, a senior in high school, a series of questions for her “worldviews” class.

Of course, I thought I would answer in a blog post.

Here are the questions…

  1. Where do we come from?
  2. What went wrong with the world?
  3. Where do you go when you die?
  4. What’s the point?

I’ll take them in turn.

Question #1: Where do we come from?

The hardest one would have to come first.

On this one I don’t believe anyone has a really good and complete answer.

Sounds like a cop out, but a truthful one, no less.

Religion tries to answer this question, but in ways that just don’t hold up very well to scientific scrutiny.

But then again, science itself falls short.

So, I guess my worldview is that there really isn’t an answer, yet.

Maybe the premise of the question is faulty.

Maybe we don’t “come from” anything.

I mean surely there was a start to it all. But what was the start to the start?

Pondering this question intensely will make your mind feel like the dog who chased his tale to the point of exhaustion.

There may in fact be an answer to this somewhere out there, or in here.

But so far, no one knows.

And I don’t really think making stuff up to explain it away is a very useful exercise.

Question #2: What went wrong with the world?

Okay, now this one’s a little easier for me…

Nothing, that’s what.

Now, something did in fact go wrong with its inhabitants…more specifically, those of the homo sapiens variety.

And what was that?

Well, among other things, we invented this convenience called money, which led to this phenomenon called greed, and to the further insidious and dis-harmonizing state called accepted gross inequality.

We just kind of shrug our shoulders and say to ourselves…well…that’s just the way it is, or is supposed to be.

Not the kind of inequality that wins foot races, mind you.

Here we’re talking about races where life itself is at stake.

Some of us were motivated to figure out how to manipulate and oppress others, usually on the basis of economic power.

And we did a damn good job of it.

Actually a lot of things went right with the world…evolutionarily speaking.

I mean, we no longer live in caves and we don’t hunt and gather anymore…so I guess we can be thankful for progress on many fronts.

But when progress leads to enrichment of some at the expense of others…well, that’s when things begin to go wrong.

You can try to pin an evolutionary label on it, such as “survival of the fittest.”

I just call it evil.

Yes, in my worldview there is a thing called evil and it most often manifests in the form of greed and oppression of this group by that one.

So, where does this evil come from? Well now, that wasn’t one of the questions.

But more often than not, it stems from really whacked out worldviews. You see, the evolutionary benefits we’ve reaped, like exiting the aforementioned caves, have also enabled us to do some pretty serious harm to ourselves, often at the impetus of a worldview.

Question #3: Where do you go when you die?

The idea of a “life” that survives the end of our conscious existence is purely a religious one.

There is no scientific basis whatsoever for believing that one exists.

Now there is a scientific basis for the fact that we are all made up of pretty much the same thing…matter.

And matter is made of molecules. And atoms. And other things that are kinda, well, just weird.

And that stuff is in a constant state of flux. Meaning, so are we…

So, maybe the truth is that we don’t really die…we just change.

I mean if you plant me, when permanent lack of consciousness sets in, a tree may very well grow in that same spot.

We’re all connected. It’s all connected.

And I believe it’s high time we stop worrying about what’s next and began to pay more attention to what is.

Where do we go when we die?

Perhaps, everywhere!

Question #4: What’s the point?

I saved this one for last because, well, it kinda points in the direction of what my blog is all about.

I believe there is in fact a point.

I believe our lives do have meaning.

But it’s not about how big of a slice of the pie we can lop off in an individualistic quest for meaning…

It’s about how much we contribute to making that pie larger and tastier for the whole sum of life.

It’s about how much impact we can have on helping things “go right” with the world.

This one…the one we’re living in and the one those who come after us will perhaps get the privilege of living in…

hopefully.

I was so happy to see my daughter asking these questions and her school, a Christian one, allowing her the liberty of getting diverse opinions on these issues.

Worldviews are vitally important things.

They tend to galvanize action that actually works to shape the world we live in, for the better, or the worse.

They are therefore more than just views…

They are vehicles that can transport humanity to a more fulfilling future realization of our world.

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Seeking a Better Bottom

November 7, 2014 by costaricaguy Leave a Comment

Seeking a Better Bottom

Hitting bottom has bad connotations.

After all, that’s what junkies and alcoholics do…

right before rehab.

Well, I’m not a junkie and I’m not headed for rehab.

Well, maybe, if there’s one that could cure my addiction to nonconformity. But then again, I like my addictions…especially that one.

I do enjoy more than an occasional drink, but I don’t really see myself as an habitual drinker…

Well, okay maybe habitual, but it’s a habit I seem to be in control of…

most of the time.

Any-fugin-how…

Recently I’ve been feeling around for some semblance of bottom-ness.

But rather than looking at that as a bad thing, I believe there’s a better, maybe even more realistic, perspective.

Let’s call it seeking a better bottom.

Because “bottoms” can actually be “beginnings.”

There are times in our lives, “seasons” as the song goes, when we need to turn, turn, turn…

Turn around and start anew, or start something new.

Now’s one of those times for me.

A little over a month ago I got this crazy notion to move out of my comfortable digs in Perez Zeledon, shove the few possessions I still cling to into a tiny storage room, park my car for the foreseeable future in a semi-secure location, and catch a plane to the future.

That plane, along with a cross country train ride, has landed me in what might well become my new home…

at least until the next bottom, er, uh, beginning.

It’s a place, no, better, a state of mind, called

Portland…

Oregon.

Portland is the perfect place for a would-be writer-blogger-misfit to hang his or her hat.

There’s an infinite supply of hip little cafes where you can steal away to write and not feel the least bit self-conscious about it.

It’s home to the world’s largest bookstore.

And there’s abject weirdness around you 24/7.

It’s sorta surreal…

and I love it!

Will I return to my beloved Costa Rica?

Well, yea, in two weeks in order to prepare for the big move.

I’m also doing the unthinkable…seeking employment…

Something I haven’t done in, what, over 20 years?

I put in an application this morning to work in a little sustainability-minded cooperative grocery.

I guess I better hurry to the tattoo and piercing parlor to prepare myself to look the part.

It’s all good.

Change is good.

Bottoms aren’t really all that bad, or at least they don’t have to be.

It’s that little man (or woman) that keeps whispering in your ear from behind your eyeballs that makes them seem so.

But I’ll tell you a secret you might already know…he/she lies!

Because both ends and beginnings (and vice versa) are necessary to the evolutionary process.

No use in fighting them.

Complaining about them.

Seeking therapy in order to avoid them.

Or lamenting their inevitable arrivals.

Best to realize they’re just another life-event-experience floating by on that stream called consciousness.

Life’s not a bitch, despite the saying…

It’s a transient…

ride.

And those of us fortunate enough to have beaten those astronomical odds to win the lottery of life…and to enjoy the experience of “the ride”…well, we should be pretty darn happy about that.

Definitely better than the alternative, isn’t it?

Filed Under: Removing Impact Blinders Tagged With: Portland, removing impact blinders

I Am a Lumberjack

October 26, 2014 by costaricaguy Leave a Comment

I Am a Lumberjack

Is 53 too old to begin thinking about what you want to be in life?

I want to grow up to be a ________________.

Doesn’t sound like a very mature statement for a man of my age to be making, does it?

Yesterday, I took a trip with some old friends to the Oregon coast, about 1.5 hours from Portland.

I’ve alluded to the fact of my possible near future relocation to Portland…if you’ve been paying attention.

The problem is deciding what I would do there?

So, I thought about maybe giving lumberjack-ing a try?

I’ve heard the pay’s good. The breakfasts are hearty. The work exhilarating. You’re in nature all the time…albeit with the purpose of tearing it down.

And wouldn’t it be super cool to answer the question of “what do you do” with…

“Well, to be honest, I am a lumberjack.”

Of course, I’m kidding.

I probably wouldn’t last very long in the lumberjack business.

Perhaps not even as long as I lasted in the lawyering business.

So, that leaves me with the lingering question…what in the Sam Hill am I going to do in Portland?

But, then again, viciously pondering that question to the point of delirium, perhaps is not the best use of my brain cells.

What’ll I do?

I’ll do something, that’s what!

I mean, there’s a thousand ways to skin a cat, or make a buck…right?

Hey, if you can make a mint selling mediocre quality doughnuts in the shape of voodoo dolls, cocks and balls, then there’s probably something I could sell to these suckers out here as well…

And if they pass Measure 91, my ties to Latin America may become even more lucrative!

Portlanders are a hearty lot, like the pioneers who saw those tall timbers and decided to bring them down and make something with them.

They aren’t content with the regular beers that the rest of the world drinks…no sir, they want to brew their own brands, with names like Poop Deck Porter, or Bitter Bitch Pale Ale.

They’re really fairly nuts, and that convenient fact dovetails nicely with my plans for financial security…if there even is such a thing.

So, you know what, I think I’ll stop the incessant worry about what I’m going to do and just do…

something.

After all, what we do is not who we are, even though that’s generally how we answer the question of our existence, for purposes of communication facilitation.

“Hi, how are you?”

“Fine and you?”

“So, what do you do?”

“I am a lumberjack.”

“REALLY, my cousin Pauly, he’s a lumberjack too…”

and just like that, another meaningless conversation is borne.

From now on, I’m going to be answering that question with a simple four letter word…

L – I – F – E.

Because, I don’t want mine to be defined nor illustrated by what “I do” in exchange for those little green pieces of paper adorned with the faces of dead notables.

How about you?

Filed Under: Removing Impact Blinders Tagged With: Portland, removing impact blinders

Portland Rains

October 22, 2014 by costaricaguy Leave a Comment

Portland Rains

There are some things I love about Portland. I love the coffee houses. I love the craft beer. I love the art. I love all the hippies and weirdos. Yesterday, I got a little taste of the natural side of Portland…loved it.

But, you know what?

These Portland rains don’t show up anywhere on that lovely list.

I tend to take pride in being a nature lover, but my reluctance to even step outside today is revealing me a bit of a fraud.

After all, what’s more natural than rain?

I finally did make it out to the coffee house where I snapped the photo above and where I sit writing this fine piece of predominantly pointless prose.

I don’t normally allow myself to be hermitized by rain. It does fall in Costa Rica quite frequently.

Maybe it’s because I’m here with virtually no money, relying on the good graces of couch surfing hosts to keep me dry at night…and coffee houses like this one to do the daily trick.

It’s hard to feel affectionate toward “the elements” when circumstances of your own choosing force you to be exposed to them.

Damn it, I got things I want to do, places I want to go, stuff I want to see, and the rain, well, it just interferes.

If you let it.

We allow a lot of things to interfere, now don’t we?

The natural phenomenon that’s rain doesn’t pay a hipster’s heed to our plans. It just falls squarely upon them…without the slightest tinge of remorse.

We live in a harsh and cruel world like that. In fact, nothing really pays heed to our plans, if you think about it…

Maybe that’s why Steinbeck once wrote that…

The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry.

Well, he actually stole that line from the poem To a Mouse, by Robert Burns of Scotland.

Whether it’s the weather, time, circumstances, happenstances, people, problems, or our own peculiarities…

it seems the making of a plan is part in parcel of the perpetuation of a failure.

I’m here on a mission. My mission is to hatch my plan of moving, repatriating, to this fine city of Portland, Oregon.

This place of hippies and hipsters, voodoo doughnut dolls and wads of weirdness lurking around every corner.

And the rain…lots of rain.

I’ve already had at least one Portlander give me that cockeyed, are you freaking nuts look, as soon as I mentioned that I wanted to move from there to here.

That’s OK. I’ve learned to plan to prepare for failure. And I’ve had a ton of practice.

I know nothing about this move will be easy.

And this rain has me waffling from absurd confidence to flashes of abject fear, as I consider how to do relatively simple things like find a place to live and a way to pay for it.

I keep having these visions of ending up a lowly part of the homeless subculture that openly exists here.

Portland might be the most liberal city in the U.S.

But it still has a harsh climate, as I’m sure any of those guys would attest.

And it’ll chew this Costa Rica Guy up and spit him out faster than you can say…

revolutionary misfit.

Plans are an inconvenience we humans just have to put up with. It’s hard to get very far in this life without them. And there’s a never ending supply of them.

I guess, in that sense, they could be considered a renewable resource…

like Portland rains.

Filed Under: Removing Impact Blinders Tagged With: Portland, removing impact blinders

An Exercise in Self-Losing

October 17, 2014 by costaricaguy 1 Comment

An Exercise in Self-Loosing

Most of us…wait, all of us…think too highly of ourselves.

Well, don’t we?

I’m currently on a cross country exploration (with “country” signifying the U.S.A.).

What am I exploring?

The idea of potential repatriation, but perhaps a better explanation is that it’s a journey, or an exercise in self-losing.

Not self-loathing, mind you…as I’ve already done more than my fair share of that.

Right now I’m in Portland.

I’ve heard a lot of nice things about Portland…that there are a slew of nut jobs, sort of like me, in Portland.

I just debarked from Amtrak yesterday afternoon, so the jury is definitely still out. Looks nice enough.

I haven’t even been to Voodoo Doughnut, yet. Oh, yea, I’m headed there today!

My stay in Portland will be partly in a hostel and partly couch surfing in homes of real people. I’ve never done anything like that.

One thing I quickly noticed here, in Portland, as well as the U.S. in general (also visited New York!), is that people really don’t care. Back in Costa Rica I was “the gringo.” Here I’m just another schmuck who’s arrived on the scene…not really welcome to anyone’s party.

And that’s OK. In fact, that’s good for me.

You see, I’m trying to figure out exactly who the fuck I am…

and where I belong.

But those very thoughts betray a psychological problem we all face.

We think we’re someone, when we’re not.

Our regularly thinking such colossal BS compels us to live guarded lives. We guard our egos as our most prized of possessions. In fact, a lot of the other shit that we guard is really just there to prop up that one highly valued (in our own mind) asset…the ego, or the self…the one we think is the sine quo non of our very existence.

Isn’t it true?

Bob Dylan once wrote that “when you ain’t got nothing, you got nothing to lose.”

Well, I’m almost there and it feels like a mixture of panic and bliss…with moments of each fading in and out.

I believe the ego, or the hallucinatory thought of a self worthy of guarding, gets in the way of our impacting the world in ways that, well, the world needs.

We need each other…not a bunch of selves running around, frantically trying to prove how worthy they are of the admiration of everyone else.

The “mine is bigger than yours” mentality that tends to pervade western, developed, cultural consciousness.

An exercise in self-losing, hopefully, will at least nudge me further along the path of letting go of these delusional ideas, which I still harbour to a lesser extent than in my past…

but that linger on nonetheless.

We’ll just have to see how much progress I can really make, as the self will only go kicking and screaming!

The moral of the post: if you have to think, think highly of others and stop thinking of self, or ego, because in reality, it doesn’t even exist…

Also, try not thinking at all from time to time…it’s actually quite refreshing.

I’ll be blogging a lot about my journey…

stay tuned!

Filed Under: Removing Impact Blinders Tagged With: Bob Dylan, removing impact blinders

Lives of Quiet Desperation

October 12, 2014 by costaricaguy Leave a Comment

Quiet Desperation

The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.

Henry David Thoreau

I took the train yesterday from Columbia, S.C. to New York City to visit my daughter.

It’s also the first leg of my crazy adventure in potential repatriation.

Next stop, Portland, Oregon…a destination I will also reach by train…a very long train.

All these train rides give a person like me a dangerously large amount of time to think.

Along the way I finished a book entitled Waking Up by Sam Harris, the best-selling author, atheist philosopher, and neuroscientist.

It’s one of those books that I’ll probably need to re-read in order to really understand.

But what I got from the initial reading is that there really isn’t a little man sitting inside my head and peering out at the world, whispering to me about what really is and isn’t.

He seems real enough…after all, I can hear him. He hardly ever shuts up.

In other words, we’re conditioned, or brain-washed, by that little fucker to the point where it’s virtually impossible to know, or to be consciously aware, of the fact that I am just thinking.

The little man is constantly telling me that I’m bored, or hot, or cold, or uncomfortable, or pissed off, or this, or that…

Harris, on the other hand, tells me that this is really all an allusion.

That what’s really real, that the ONLY THING that’s really real, is consciousness…

and all the rest of it, all those constant thoughts, are just transient incidents floating by on that stream.

As I was riding the train and reading, Harris suggested an analogistic exercise.

He told me to look out the window and see.

I did…it was quite nice as we were passing a beautiful forest somewhere in Virginia, I think.

Then he told me to look closer…I did and a faint image of me appeared.

Then he said, look beyond that image. I did and it disappeared.

The point?…

That upon closer examination, the separate or dualistic “I” really isn’t there at all.

What’s there is my consciousness…that’s it.

So what, you might be asking.

After I read that I looked around and saw that my fellow passengers were busily following the instructions of that little man.

Most of them frantically fingering the keyboards of their mobile devices (like I am right now)…

in the desperate attempt to fight off the boredom of a 15 hour train ride.

But if we ignore that little man, perhaps boredom doesn’t exist either.

If we ignore that little man, perhaps the reason for much of the pain and suffering that we experience in our world might disappear as well.

And ignoring him (or her…I don’t mean to appear sexist) makes perfectly good sense, owing to the fact…

that she’s not even there!

She’s a product of the brain’s unlimited capacity to imagine, or conjure up, all kinds of shit that isn’t really there.

Much of that due to the amygdala, the part of the brain that developed early on, in order to help us run away from saber-tooth tigers desiring to have our ancestors for lunch.

Harris suggests that quieting that little man, via some practice of meditation, is the key to a real experience of life…

of conscious life.

And to the disappearance of the stuff that makes us miserable…

and at times, dangerous.

The cure for Thoreau’s observation that the mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation?

Stop obeying the often conflicting instructions of that non-existent little blabber-mouth living inside your head.

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