Friday Night Philosophy
It's all changed again! I tell yer, one minute it's one thing, then, just like that, it's another thing altogether. I shouldn't really complain though, because this time I strongly suspect that I brought about the change myself.
I suspect it came about because I decided to apply what I'd learned in quantum physics and eastern philosophy about how we make our own reality, and just for the hell of it I decided to invite love, kindness, and even tolerance into my life. As instructed by a book on Buddhism, I meditated on the above qualities for two weeks for about an hour a day. Then so as to see if it was working, like, I went to the local tavern.
I'm a bit of snob when it comes to American taverns. They lack the atmosphere of the old British pubs that I remember so fondly, and I long ago decided to forgo their pleasures choosing instead to drink my beer at home. If ever there was a place to put the results of my reality changing meditation to the test it was in the poor imitation of a pub called an American tavern.
I'm pleased to announce that my experiment on forming my own reality has turned out very well. I had a great time. After a couple of very nice pints of what I once called piss water I started talking to people around me. Actually, the people started talking to me, but the thing is that I responded, quite naturally I may add, and I responded in a very positive and honest way. Love, kindness and tolerance must have been shining out of my eyes because whenever I finished a pint another one would appear. The first time it happened the bar man said: "No charge." When I protested he said: "It's on me, it's people like you that help me to enjoy my job."
From then on, much as I tried, I didn't pay for another pint all night. But what's more is that I found myself in the company of some of the best people I've ever met. They were love, kindness and tolerance incarnate! Not only that, they were very sharp on current events, and all kinds of other events, past and possible future events, like, too. A conversation got started at the bar, and before long other people came over from their tables to join in. It started out as a very frank discussion of the Iraq war but veered off into all kinds of things. People spoke their minds. Nothing but anger was held back; and I never for a moment got the sense that things might get out of hand and degenerate into the physical realm.
Then the beautiful blonde began to join in the conversation. It was around that time that I began to hope that the physical realm would raise its more loving kind and tolerant side so as to balance the intelectua side. Ah but, she was married to a soldier that was serving in Afghanistan. She hung out in the bar, but wasn't available for the things that I and every other stranger that walked into the place wanted her for. I later found out that she was under the protection of every regular drinker in the tavern. "Mess with her and mess with everyone."
Ah well, but she was still a delightful addition to my nights experience. Her eyes were divine, and her femininity left me weak at the knees, and that's probably why I almost fell over when I left the tavern at closing time with a 'whole' new perspective on life.
If the world can be found in a grain of sand, it follows that it can also be found in an American tavern. In fact it can probably be found anywhere. But for now, I think I'll keep checking my progress on love, kindness, and tolerance to taverns.
I suspect it came about because I decided to apply what I'd learned in quantum physics and eastern philosophy about how we make our own reality, and just for the hell of it I decided to invite love, kindness, and even tolerance into my life. As instructed by a book on Buddhism, I meditated on the above qualities for two weeks for about an hour a day. Then so as to see if it was working, like, I went to the local tavern.
I'm a bit of snob when it comes to American taverns. They lack the atmosphere of the old British pubs that I remember so fondly, and I long ago decided to forgo their pleasures choosing instead to drink my beer at home. If ever there was a place to put the results of my reality changing meditation to the test it was in the poor imitation of a pub called an American tavern.
I'm pleased to announce that my experiment on forming my own reality has turned out very well. I had a great time. After a couple of very nice pints of what I once called piss water I started talking to people around me. Actually, the people started talking to me, but the thing is that I responded, quite naturally I may add, and I responded in a very positive and honest way. Love, kindness and tolerance must have been shining out of my eyes because whenever I finished a pint another one would appear. The first time it happened the bar man said: "No charge." When I protested he said: "It's on me, it's people like you that help me to enjoy my job."
From then on, much as I tried, I didn't pay for another pint all night. But what's more is that I found myself in the company of some of the best people I've ever met. They were love, kindness and tolerance incarnate! Not only that, they were very sharp on current events, and all kinds of other events, past and possible future events, like, too. A conversation got started at the bar, and before long other people came over from their tables to join in. It started out as a very frank discussion of the Iraq war but veered off into all kinds of things. People spoke their minds. Nothing but anger was held back; and I never for a moment got the sense that things might get out of hand and degenerate into the physical realm.
Then the beautiful blonde began to join in the conversation. It was around that time that I began to hope that the physical realm would raise its more loving kind and tolerant side so as to balance the intelectua side. Ah but, she was married to a soldier that was serving in Afghanistan. She hung out in the bar, but wasn't available for the things that I and every other stranger that walked into the place wanted her for. I later found out that she was under the protection of every regular drinker in the tavern. "Mess with her and mess with everyone."
Ah well, but she was still a delightful addition to my nights experience. Her eyes were divine, and her femininity left me weak at the knees, and that's probably why I almost fell over when I left the tavern at closing time with a 'whole' new perspective on life.
If the world can be found in a grain of sand, it follows that it can also be found in an American tavern. In fact it can probably be found anywhere. But for now, I think I'll keep checking my progress on love, kindness, and tolerance to taverns.
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