There should be a global holiday for despair, discontent and disappointment.  It is the most excellent motivator.  Only after repeated attempts at slamming down the wall in front of me, bloody and hysterical, do I sometimes, hopefully, turn left around the wall.  It amazes me how long I can do the same thing over and over and over again before it dawns that, hmm, still not working.

Thinking out of the box is a fabulous theory, but if the box is made of generations of reality theories and hypnotic cultural so-called mores, we can be doomed to a life in a bad story.  Of course, it probably is the truth that we came here determined to life a life in a “bad story.”  I heard of one guy that, after many altruistic and accomplished lives, tried a human experience where he completely and utterly trashed everything.  Apparently he was quite successful.

And what about all the so-called scientists out there–95% of their experiments are successful failures.  Three cheers for dissatisfaction and hurray if a door opens up through all that trial and (so-called) error that we discover a path with fresh air, pine scent and the ohm of the heart rushing river.