LIFE DOESN’T MAKE SENSE
Life doesn’t make sense” said the writing on a wall at the bus stop where I had been waiting for my transport yesterday.
I thought of the poor soul behind the writing on the wall briefly only because in situations like these, I prefer to listen to the wind blow or watch the river flow. After all, I’m full of air and 70% water myself, or maybe for other reasons as well. Be it as it may, this bus stop was ideal for the purpose, for it was a quiet place, one bus every hour, 3 people a-waiting, on my way to meet my friend at Ménétru-le-vignoble, France, population 152 — we’re talking rural countryside.
IN THE WORDLESS WORLD
In the wordless world, life doesn’t exist for self-evident reasons.
IN THE WORDY WORLD
Expecting them to make sense is a common mistake people make with words. Life is simply no exception. Expecting words to make sense is a mistake for two reasons.
- As Bruce Lee — among others — has observed, “If words control you means everyone else can control you.”
- Words lack the sensory organs required. The one with the senses, the sensational one, is you.
Accepting words as is, as opposed to wishing they were different, can lead to road signs that may have been invisible in the past.
One points in the direction of “MAKE SENSE: TAKES WORK!”
The other signals “HAVE OTHERS DO THE WORK FOR YOU, FOR FREE.”
Why would anyone do the work for you, for free? Let alone for millions of words? Who are those people?
The difference isn’t in the road signs. the difference between the attractive sign and the unattractive sign is in our response, each their own.
“Once we have surrendered our senses to the private manipulation of those who would try to benefit from taking a lease on our eyes and ears and nerves, we don’t really have any rights left.”
– Marshall McLuhan