a woman in distress

In this dialogue, it appears that a woman drives up to the gas station to fix her flat tire and doesn’t know what to do. She really has a flat rear tire.

Woman: oh my god, what should I do? She coyly looks at the man. I don’t even know how to inflate a tire. Can you help me?

Man: yes, he goes and grabs the still running air hose from when he inflated his, 5 seconds longer and he would of been outta there.

W: I don’t know a thing about flat tires. Thank you for being my knight in shining armour. I thought tires inflated themselves?

M: Some do.

W: What now?

M: He walks around to the driver’s side and opens the door. I need to check the pressure requirements for your car and try to inflate it.

W: where do I , you, find it and do it?

M: It says 32 psi for the rear tire. He pumps it full of air.

W: what is wrong with the tire?

M: it is really low. I think it may be the valve. He notices she is very interested in everything he is saying and doing. She is very attentive and is leaning towards him as she smiles and listens to his reply.

W: thanks again, I don’t know what to do. Should I go shopping? Is it safe?

M: I don’t think it’s safe to go anywhere but home.

W: I appreciate all you do. Thanks for putting up with me and my car.

M: no problem. I think it might be the valve. It seems to be a normal flat. It probably went flat overnight. I see no puncture or loud leak. But, please go straight home.

W: Will I need to change the tire?

M: most likely, it will go flat again, I’d get it tested and change it before taking it in. You may need to buy a tire and pay for the job to be done.

W: thanks so much, you really are wonderful.

M. Thanks.

Off they went their separate ways.

Follow Your Bliss

I am following Joseph Campbell.

He has written a rather important work, which is a huge understatement.

The Collected Works Of Joseph Campbell: Pathways To Bliss: Mythology And Personal Transformtion

I have been following him since my birth in one way or another, he speaks to me….

https://www.google.ca/search?q=Joseph+Campbell%2C+The+Journey+to+Bliss&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&hl=en-ca&client=safari&safe=active#fpstate=ive&vld=cid:1793a1f8,vid:s28rwnz18j4,st:0

The small excerpt from him on YouTube will explain the book and the meaning of life better than I can.

Consider reading this wonderful book Edited and with a forward by David Kudler.

We all have a path and some of us are following it every day.

Here is to your heroic ventures

The Answer Is The Good Life

“You want the truth? You can’t handle the truth.” Or so said the leader of a violent nation.

What more truth does anyone need about someone who acts on a passion to kill.

You probably believe that compassion is a sign of weakness. Don’t you? Oh, that compassionate fool will loose his life helping the poor. Who said helping the poor are for people without compassion, courage, awareness and contemplation?

How do you think good is done? Is it human nature to kill or be killed, never show kindness, let alone compassion, courage, awareness and contemplation? Through the virtues and appropriate actions, surly we are meant to help each other the way the foot helps our leg, and the leg the body and the organs the body and the brain consciousness and consciousness-everything else.

I’d like to believe that humanity is a conscious agent helping society, the earth and the universe. But some knaves and fools think money and power are the only important work to be done. Who are we anyway?

Do I need to show you more?

Do I need to write a book?

Next thing you will tell me is that every single human being should roll over or die because he is in pain.

Thought is a gift.

Use it to live a good life.

Be compassionate, courageous, aware and a thinker

Over Reacting: Me Vs. You

In this dialogue, I am clarifying our common experience like loosing a cell phone. What these differences are like and how to practice the habit of doing no harm or the proper use of impressions: specifically about change, loss and things out of our control like death.

Me: Damn, I have just heard the worst news of my life. I have cancer, they give me a couple of years to live.

You: Wow, that’s too bad. I am very sorry, you don’t look too bad, perhaps they are wrong? Anyway, ignore me, you must be very upset.

Me: I am because I can’t stop the cancer. I have been told to control my exercise, nutrition and sleep. I feel like chucking the whole thing and go back to smoking, eating junk food and sleeping anyway I want…

You: Epictetus says we have very little control over our bodies, environment, even our own lives. As a philosopher, you must want to contemplate this principle and use it as a routine while you navigate through your bad news?

Me: You are right, I have to recognize my sage and Epictetus would not let me be reacting to the little things or the big challenges in my life. In fact, he would insist I stick to my ‘practice’ and ‘do no harm’.

You: So, to be a stoic is not about having a ‘stiff upper lip’?

No, far from it. It is about preparing for change and loss like my cancer or sooner rather than later demise. Recognize my ‘proper use of impressions’. And live the rest of life like my sage does, like a stoic!

Things out of my control

Socrates Vs. Me: how to change the world

In this dialogue, Socrates and I have an argument and discuss ways to change the world.

Me: How do you show people the truth?

Socrates: I ask them questions.

M: I want to reveal to people how to live the good life. Can you do that, too!?

S: It would be better if they discovered how to do that on their own.

M: You don’t like to chit chat about that, eh?

S: You are my enemy, and I need to reveal you to them.

M: Since when, did I do something important? Am I a problem? Wouldn’t you rather have many enemies rather than just me?

S: There is nothing more important than the truth.

M: My truth or yours?

S: Mine, not your imitation. Remember, I am the one who drank the hemlock.

M: Yes, you decided to walk through the door.

S: Yes, and you are afraid of suicide.

M: Yes, I have a need to live a little longer.

S: Go out and make some friends like I do.

M: I will, but I want to make young friends, because they will tell the truth. They may not even know what there is about the truth that is so terribly difficult.

S: What about your routine? Let me help you tell the truth, show some of that pain and good life you are so happy to share with the world.

M: You don’t believe in writing anything, or telling anything, do you?

S: You and I are powerful individuals, we can help get the truth out there. Don’t you think?

The Unified Field Theory Of Philosophy

The joy of thinking about love is wisdom.

Doing no harm=the proper use of impressions =wisdom

The philosophy of life=Living the good life=good(habit +practice+ritual)=good(routine)

Although math and literature is similar, philosophy is similar to the joy of thinking about all these topics.

Practical Stoicism

Beware your passion or use a little common sense when you act on the following convictions.

Use a page worth on each journal entry.

The idea is to think about what you may want to practice.

Get up! Or get at it. Do it. Be here and do it now.

It is all about character and virtue or doing it right.

Epictetus, Discourses 1.2

Of one thing beware, O man: see what is the price at which you sell your will. If you do nothing else, do not sell your will cheap.

Work on your virtues or character. What do you value. What is important to you?

Assess the way you do your life. Think about your own stuff.

You may find the following useful. Check it out.

The Good Routine Of Living (And Dying) Each Day

It has been a debate that the oldest profession is living, I say that living and dying are one.

It may sound morbid to many that life could be reduced to such things but what is important to you?

The good in a habit, a practice and a ritual is not the routine, but the objective of the routine.

Consider a conversation with someone who may know a thing or two about living and dying each day.

Education is key,

Please listen to the audio book and it’s author’s summary bellow.

On Living and Dying Each Day