HOW FAR ARE YOU FROM PEACE AND JOY?
This morning I was listening to the most recent. Issue of “Wired” magazine. It features the latest information on electronics and tech and doesn’t
avoid the ethical debates about going too far with technology and blurring the line between machine and mankind. Okay enough of a commercial for the magazine...it did spark this entry so I needed to acknowledge that.
One of the articles was a feature on how we have not yet invented a robotic contrivance that can parallel the human ability to smell. So...we not only don’t have robots that can smell drugs. Out as they are smuggled across the border, none of our hydraulic friends can sniff the glorious smell of theatre popcorn or hot. And fresh from the oven loaf of bread or apple pie.
Oh sure there are competent scientists working on it as it would. Her great for a machine to detect explosives and such, however I’m going to leave this thread where it stands except to make the point that humans and machines have not figured out. How to measure enverything and sometimes what we take for granted as standard is built on pretty shaky ground. For example while most the world uses the “metric” system the U.S. still uses the “English” system which ironically features the mile. Where did that measure come from? Well some research (Google) indicates that the mile was originally how far a Roman soldier could travel marching in double step in an hour or some such thing. This was then set as about 5000 feet which was based upon Charlamagne’s actual foot, but later converted to the length of 35 barely corns laid end to end. I’m not sure I could imagine shopping at Home Depot for lumber in units of barely corns...but let’s move forward. Now queen Elizabeth had to put her own spin on the whole measurement of a mile because it was too inconvenient. To use as a measure when a “furlong” was about 660 feet (the length that most farmers would make an average row on their farms- and this did not divide evenly. So she declared a mile would now be 5280 feet so that eight. Furlongs would make up a mile. Okay are you feeling pretty comfortable. On how we measure things yet? Well go into the settings on your phone and see if your GPS has a furlong setting or a barley corn conversion app suggestion.
And I said all of that about measuring things to get to this. What are units of measure for peace, joy, anxiety, depression, and love. If you are really upset what would your rating be on the black-eyed peas scale? If you are feeling. Particularly happy, would that rand a 8.1 on the puppy dog tail-wagging index?
My point here is that most scales are not in. Place to actually tell you something about. Yourself or your location they are devised as a comparison measure against some agreed upon norm. Real Estate. Agents will tell you this is a 2000 sqare foot house. That’s 70,000 barely corns—(WOW). Then comparisons will be made between that house and the 1800 square foot ranch that is 2 miles from the beach...and that would take a Roman soldier how long to march from home to go surfing? Oh and Queen Elizabeth how many furlongs would my kids have to ride their. Bike to. Get to the nearest park?
Again...the point is we have devised these things to compare each other to something or someone.
Well Sherlock, good luck if you are trying to get a clue by doing this <sarcasm>. Instead walk around the space in your dwelling (you know house, office man cave, whatever) and touch things, smell things really look at them etc. Then. You decide what compelled. You. To put them in that space. What was/is their purpose for being there? What door knob feels the best in. Your hand? What chair would. You take to a dessert island? Then feel the sense of gratitude that you have these things right here and right now. That’s where the peace and joy comes in. A bigger door. Knob might not feel the same as you turn it. A softer chair might not feel as supportive but it may have a higher “comfort rating” on some how’s your. Rear end feel scale somewhere.
I really like the feel of the wood edge of this table where I sit typing on my iPad. It reminds me. Of the grain on my 27 ounce Al Kalinie ball bat.
In the end what I’m suggesting is peace and joy are all around you most the time, however, if you adopt someone else’s or even your own arbitrary. Comparative. Measure of them the goal posts will always keep moving on you or you will move them yourself.
Sohere’s a little challenge...except when you are driving (because it’s good to stay in your lane and follow. The flow of traffic) see how many things you. Can ignore when it’s comes to. Measuring anything. Don’t set an alarm for. How long you are supposed. To be reading or napping or cleaning just see how many things feel good in your hand or sound good or smell at least pleasant. Let your “peace and joy” senses be your guide for the rest of one day which is approximately 24 hours in a year that is approximately. 365 days ,however every fourth year we need an extra day—well at least for the next 4 million years or so when. The earth’s orbit speeds up just enough that this extra day will no longer be needed. Okay don’t me. Started on the Gregorian. calendar.
In the end, don’t measure you in comparison to anything or anyone-just believe in the senses and. Gifts you have inherited and grown. Well I can hear and smell my boiling chicken and it is time to give that. Some attention. Do you ever think about what chicken tastes like—I mean we often talk about what tastes like chicken? Okay that’s enough for a Saturday afternoon. Tomorrow is likely to bea song built from that rhymnethe other day with some elements of this post. Added.
Take care. While I move about 500 barely corns and get some work done. Smile
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