This is my last/definitive post for Practice Theory. He emailed us this article he wrote on More-than-ness. I forwarded it to both of you, it is a bit lengthy, but each word is worth it. it is about a life with more-than-ness....an example being how a simple bay leaf can change the whole pot of soup. I tied this post into things he said in class too - he talked about the Procrustean bed - it is greek mythology that explains how if you do not "fit on the bed," life will cut you up so you do. Cutting your hands, feet, legs, whatever - just to make sure you fit on the bed. I also tie in this movie called the Cruise, into the post. It is about this man, who's job is a tour guide on those double-decker buses in New York - he is crazy and I love it. He hates the grid and calls it a "real estate broker's wet dream instead of our own portraitures." It is lovely. Anyways, hope you guys enjoy this:
“Use the subset of higher authority to become more you.” To become More-Than-Ness?
I might have been a blind child, or lets say highly highly selective in what I took in. A frightening tendency of mine, however I always thought education meant – listen to what is said, take in what you find interesting and pertinent to your beliefs, and move on. I thought grades were just another form of attendance. Oh how high school slapped me fiercely across the face! If you look closely the hand mark might still be there– Apparently, I am not the one who knows best for me.
Education treats the brain as a sponge so there can be a rat race to who can soak up the most and drip the least. Gloating in the bloating mind and body – sometimes, all I do is slip on taboo-ed drops of water.
Regurgitation treats the brain as a tape recorder, so that everything is exactly what it is told to be and all one must do is press – Rewind – Play. It is so simple. Only, I’m afraid my mind is either illiterate and cannot find the buttons “Rewind” and “Play,” or my tape player might be broken – either way, my memory is absolutely dreadful. I am the Regurgitation Loser.
Sometimes I feel as if the more-than-ness in life is the true alchemist. It is what transforms this rat race into an exploration of the sponge, allowing the moments of life to determine its saturation state. It is what transforms this recording of regurgitation into a tape recorder without any buttons, allowing regurgitation to bask in the “romance of being.” More-than-ness is the reason why people live? For would we all live if our lives consisted of “getting what you paid for?” That would suck.
We are all pregnant with expectations. Extremely over due, we bumper - car with exploded belly buttons never understanding that expectations and “need to know” is what keeps us arms distance from life. Is more-than-ness a little needle that pops us of our hot air, allowing us to touch life? Other than changing one’s world view – what is the next scariest thing – to be so close to life that it seems like death? Isn’t that when miracles happen?
More-than-ness is where there isn’t “supposed to be” more? Where the grid suddenly morphs into our own portraiture? Oh is more-than-ness hiding in between the lines of a real-estate broker’s wet dream and our own portraiture! Sly little thing, it is telling us of the world we live and the world we are in!
“It’s when an architect realizes natural light is free.”
It is when a person realizes life is free. Mind is free. Thoughts are free. Voice is free. Everything is free except for what you choose to pay for. That is how you get more than what you paid for – you do not see the price tags. And when you do not see the price tags the bed cannot cut you up - because you already think you fit. What if you like your legs hanging off the bed? What if you enjoy the pull of gravity that sinks them towards the floor, while the rest of your body rests on softness? Who ever said your whole body must fit on a bed. That is the grid speaking for the wet dream, not the portrait.
We live in a world where a Cruise director points to us super-soaked spongy bumper cars saying, “Sun, up on your left.” We tilt, our head, look, squint, see spots – then nuzzle our eyes back into our tunnel. What if we looked at the sun and thought we could touch it? If it can touch us from 93 million miles away – how can we not touch it? I always loved how I thought the sun was smaller than my hand – embarrassed at that statement, my parents taught me of how the sun is far away and that is why it seems smaller.
I don’t agree with that. The real estate broker and the portrait are the greatest illusionists alive – they make the sun touchable and untouchable. This is when, “ you release your grip of control and let nature take its course.” We might not think we can touch the sun, however, what if another hundred million miles away no one can see us because we are in the light of the sun. They would think we could touch the sun.
So why don’t we?
I just wonder if we did.
It might just be too much more-than-ness than we can handle…
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This is my definitive post.
I do not think you are a cruise director Steve Ross, I think you are the bay leaf in the soup.
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