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Refuge for the rational.

Friday, February 18, 2005

Conversation in a Coffee Shop 

Human interaction is comedy enough. If you were able to sit, invisibly, in the same coffee shop until the end of time, you would have enough entertainment to keep you occupied. There isn’t much need for television or books if you really open your eyes. That man across from you, for instance, with the laugh (gu-faw! guuuuh-faw!); that laugh has no place in reality, only in a sit-com or a cartoon. His companion sits spouting various tidbits of knowledge in a belittling, sage-like fashion. You catch snippets of the conversation and wish you had a tape recorder. You pretend to focus on the book you’re reading, but keep returning to the bizarre interaction.

“But what most people don’t realise, what no one realises but a select few people, is that everything known to man – the…the sphinx, aliens, Atlantis, all of that stuff that they make TV shows about and ask about – it’s all already known to us. We know these things, our bodies know because we inherit it. Where do we inherit it from? All those people who are our ancestors! Who were there when it happened! And you know what the best part is? You know where we store all that stuff?”
“Unconscious”
“Yes, but where is that?”
“Brain?”
He leans over and whispers, as if in protection of a divine secret “No, no…our livers
“Liver?”
“Yes…the liver is the only organ in the body that can regenerate itself. I mean – you cut off part of your liver, it grows back – but that’s all science. The thing that’s science’s lost is the association with nature. That’s what hippocratus was on about when he said that temperaments were caused by bile production – he knew it! The liver is the seat of the soul! And science has just totally ignored everything he said and now the liver is just another organ. Well, you can’t live without a liver – and why do you think liver cancer is the most painful of all cancers? And liver is like the healthiest meat…vegetarians have it wrong too. And that is why people have lost all the knowledge that they had…because they aren’t in touch with their livers anymore!”
“Liver…”
“And the liver is a major player in what process?”
“Bile?”
“Getting rid of waste”
“Digestion”
“Most people are uncomfortable about their waste. They shouldn’t be if their bodies are healthy…getting rid of waste should be a spiritual experience! The one place it doesn’t occur to people to put a shrine is that place that they should – their bathrooms! Ha haa ha”
“gu-faw! guuuuh-faw!”
“But, yeah, as I was saying…”
“Yeah…”
“All this stuff is already known, so all we have to do is get in touch with it. I just came to this realisation a few years ago, but I’m really perceptive. I have this special…I guess talent, but that isn’t really accurate…I’m just really perceptive…but there are guys, the real guys, the ones who are so enlightened they go up away from everyone and have no telecommunications. This one guy I know, he lives on an island way out past Hawaii. There’s hardly any people on that island, only the natives and they all live with him on his complex. These guys have never seen white people…this is a private island, outsiders aren’t welcome, it’s invite only. And you know who the only white guy I know of to be invited?”
At this point he makes a ridiculous face and points at himself with his thumb.

Enough.
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