When the cat’s away the mouse will play. We know that for a fact. What we do not, is if they stop when the cat is there? And if they do, if they are crafty enough to reschedule their playing time or playground just because of the presence of a cat, we wouldn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell to catch one in the act, now do we?
I have always found it fascinating how rats know when to jump ship, but if we accept that they do, and they thrive on play then perhaps the game of cat and mouse makes sense. If play were in your nature, the surely nature would provide for an environment where play is free and easy to find? Either that or you find a place you can be what you are, and to me a sinking ship sounds more like a hazard than a playground, if you follow my drift?
Then there is the legendary tale of the Rat in Chinese astrology, and it doesn’t matter a rats ass if you think that looking at the stars for answers is the bee’s knees or bull, there is a very good reason why he is the first animal of this ancient astrological calendar. The people that wrote it didn’t question nature like us, but studied it to find out how and why in what they saw around them.
There is play everywhere, and whether by whiskers or tale, it’s nothing less than nature’s way of living. If we can just get over ourself we’ll see it all around us; in the song of birds and the crickets; in the primates that monkey around, and the dogs that love to catch frisbee; in dolphins and lions and elephant cubs; in the movement of the wind through the trees and the bubbles in a glass of champaign. Quite the opposite to how we live our own, but without want or wish it’s part of who we are.
It was the first thing I remember about the trip. We had a joint and were each lost in our own reality. My own involved the answer to the universal why, and what does it mean to be so torn between the guilt of being glad he was dead, and feelings of sorrow because I missed the predilection, the times we shared the wisdom through the universally clouded reality of the first true hero I had ever known to be.
Looking at the world through the wisdom that was my brother was always a treat. Almost everything in the world makes sense. Except perhaps those tradgedies that transcend our human ability to become less in who we are. To be divinity that is, beyond forever into infinity.
It made so much sense, it almost didn’t. But that was who my brother was. His own reality had the strange ability to be greater than whoever was, to be inclusive without being intrusive. Not that I knew that then, but now I know that it was the same relationship he shared with each of us. Now I know the majesty of the man who is my brother, and the men I am fortunate to call the same.
When the advertising media uses an idea you must know its a good one. Like the bank that recently started to advertise their commitment to managing your account without the added risk of emotion.
It illustrates the scientifically proven fact that logic and emotion are as foreign to each other as chalk and cheese. But while we know that this is true on an intellectual level, and may be prepared to acknowledge it as a given fact when used in advertising media, accepting it as a matter of fact in our reality may be a totally different matter.
It remains to be seen if clients will be so understanding when bankers refuses their emphatic claim to be worthy, or fail to respond to the emotional plea of calamity or just plain bad luck?
My own experience at trying to explain to people that I cannot respond or sympathise with their inappropriate display of emotion does not bode well for any measure of success. Trying to explain to someone that their anger makes any attempt at further discussion or reason moot does not go down well, even when the emotionally aroused person knows it very well.
The trick to knowing is to make a choice before the emotion takes control, cuts off your mind to reason, and pumps your body full of hormones and transmitters that commits it to a path of unadulterated feeling. It is also important to know that the only logic that will make any sense aroused on emotion is the sense that will make it last, and even if we decide that it must end, it takes about 90 seconds for the chemicals that flush our reason to be removed from our blood.
Any provocation, stimulation or failure to choose to stop during this time will result in continued arousal, without any question or argument. Counting down from 10 may work more often if people would just count slower, or used a rhyme like 10 potato, 9 tomato, 8 potato, 7 tomato etc.
Choice is a simple and effective skill, and once we know that we can only expect the change to come into effect in 90 secs we begin to see how determined we have to be to change.
The power of emotion is such that it makes grown men cry and fertile women warriors. It is what binds us, make us work together in a common goal, it drives us way beyond ability to the bliss of group vitality, or victory beyond all else. It can put us on a single minded roller coaster ride of feeling, or unite us in a single mind of flow.
The fact that your bank has decided to manage your account without emotion may be a very wise decision if you want your finances run on logic and reason, but it makes no sense if you are in the huff and puff of anger, the gloom and glum of financial ruin, or the rush of fame and fortune.
“Where animus and anima should meet may be the same as yin and yang. Each bequeath duality, and just as every one behest diversity they all bequest with nature resonance become the harmony of life.”—Sync101
“Smell is the only sense that needs no interpretation, and is the strongest link between feeling and emotional memory. It can lift the spirit and soothe the soul. It can make us rancid in a moment, or retch without control. It can make us happy, or bawl in tears, it runs with emotion and dries up in fear. It can change our mood in just a sniff, and drench reality in a whiff of memory.”—Sense101
“Far from being a human trait, feeling is a part of nature. Bereft of choice or need, it feeds the individual deed in glory to the creed, and bind the many flesh and spirit one in ecstasy to life.”—Sync101