CrayMaste

The divine crazy in me recognizes and honors the divine crazy in you.

Thematically appropriate song.

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Crazy

is a label used as a pejorative/ insult too often, so I'm taking it back and using its complementary form. IE- crazy like a fox. So let's do this before they put the straight jacket back on! (Side note: [I do this alot] rubber rooms are not very bouncy or fun, despite what the label infers.)

Where to begin? How about the middle? As I was discussing with myself in my mind, (how dare you not know what I was thinking!) Why do people react so hostilely/ violently towards certain labels? I responded: whelp, labels are like hooks in a cupboard, one CAN hang anything on them, but only a limited amount will stay hanging there AND one may only hang things (my favorite label) that they have aquired. Doesn't matter if you want to hang a solid gold cup on a hook if you have no gold cups.

Me, the anti-labelist and hypocrite, preparing to label things/ stuff.

I used to wear the labels of frustrated, angry, disappointed, disgusted and such, whenever I would receive hostile pushback from people on a comment/ question/ statement (←I do this often too. FYI “/”=and/or JIC the reader wasn't aware) which, to my thinking, was presented in a neutral/ helpful/ friendly manner/ intention. This conflict caused much confusion/ frustration to both parties. I too often chose (subconsciously) to label myself dejected, because I was missing the key ingredient required for learning/ growth. That formula is- curiosity + frustration = learning. As a result, this un-curious anti-labelist was in a sad state (no, I don't mean W. Virginia at 31% depression, honestly thought it would Washington due to S.A.D.).

Until I started forgiving myself for all sorts of things- being wrong/holding a grudge/ incorrectly labeling things( btw, ‘thing(s)' is likely the only label that is always correct, everything, even nothing [no-thing] is a thing). Once I dropped the burden of needing to have the correct information or being right, the heaviness began to lift. Too bad for me carrying that weight failed to increase muscle mass or I would one very jacked dude.

This is how I picture myself if the above worked that way. Greg Kovacs can bench 700lbs, what a monster.

A very famous person once wrote (in a famous book that begins with B), “be slow to anger.” I had that partially correct, I be slow sometimes…

I still don't get it.

Where was I? Oh yea, labels, no wait, craziness? As I was saying,

Divinity

is more than an excellent series of video games (they are though). Divinity is a label us puny mortals use to describe the emanations (and sometimes the entities) that come from the place/ realm/ reality level that just much better than this dirt heap we call earth. But as everything is an illusion caused by the holographic nature of this place, the divine realm is very close (imagine an esoteric clown car, with all possible universes/ realities/ realms inside, smaller than a grain of sand, but closer), even if we can't use our meatsuits to sense it, physically.

Very bad dad joke from a kabbalist

“Q: What is the distance between us and The Divine realm?

A: It Ain(t) Soph Aur.”

Unlike most jokes, which the act of explanation ruins the potential for laughter, most will still GROAN/ eye-roll/ facepalm after the explanation. (All high praise in dad joke world.) I won't explain it here though, space/attention span constraints and what-not. Maybe in the comments if you ask in a punny way.

Okey dokey, I've written until I ran out of ideas. I hope you laughed/ learned/ groaned about something here. If you followed along and recognized the pattern/ theme/ structure, please let me know what it is in the comments, because IDK. All I wanted was a Pepsi…