COGITO GUSLARS

COGITO GUSLARS

 

Guslars are story tellers. Some retell stories, some tell their own stories 
and some spin grand stories.
Rene Descartes, a world renowned philosopher is credited with
COGITO ERGO SUM.

Rene like Charlie Darwin were prodigal products of a dying and defunct religion, 
based on truth mentored by useless tools, and trolls, truthless priests 
whose own agenda often preceded and presumed on GOD.

I once read a book on the discoveries in the Valley of Kings near Thebes.
There along the former Nile river bank were the remnants of earlier religions, 
that had been set up to worship their recently departed god Pharaoh who were 
laid to rest in those massive opulent mountainous palaces-vaults.

After a few centuries there was no one to worship him/her as newer gods had come 
and gone and those stewards still minding the store were running ruins in 
utter disrepair and poverty.

And this poverty led to either the abandonment of the site or the parceling 
off of the sites assets, first the gold, then the very stones to the latest upstart king
 who had fled his/her mortal shell.

This went on for centuries, and I’d wager the newer priests

were the ones who ended up robbing those older ones, by

hire or by design, which countless souls enthralled –enslaved

to this bit of capitalistic religion.

If only they had known then what would become of their great

effort, how those god kings would in turn be tourist attractions.

 

Rene like Charlie, were inspired. They beheld the world outside

themselves as well within.

Yet if one beholds the beasts around us, what has inspired them 
to reach for lucre, fame, immortality, le LUNE, or delve

the deepest deep, the highest high or attain the fastest- etc.
NONE

Rene was inspired to wonder as were all the greats, on whose

paths we still tread today, be it a small or large way.

What made them WONDER WHY? What makes us tick, and that

of this world we call home?
It wasn’t science but a sense of awe and FAITH.

From faith was the torch of knowledge passed and today what

has science added to it?
Built newer shrines whereby folks come and worship on the

same sort of banks as once those noble pharaohs.

Cogito ergo sum, I THINK THEREFORE I AM.

Most profound. I have presence. I-AI have awareness of self

and my EGO-ID must be nurtured-fed.

But a collection of neurons firing @ random no more produced

this profound cogation as did say a wee sample of Amino acid

form all us on this dust ball third from OLDE SOL who holds 
court in how it consumes everything it owns.

FLUKE? Maybe. But if fluke  is a Vegas bet maker, then this

ought to be happening right now as we speak, here on earth

and yes why out there.

For from where did that sample of WISE AMINO ACID come?
A cosmic ashtray? Go flick through a smokers ashes and tell

me what wisdom you there find.

Hydrogen and Helium bumped and voila we had a baby on

the way. Look out earth, Sol must be tossing giga trillions

of brats each second.

COGITO ERGO SUM, reasoned a reasonable man, or was

RENE unreasonable, verging on the abyss of insanity?
And did he do it to conjure coin, with patent pending?
No he wanted all of his kind to discover truth.
Like we really needed him, for who among us glorified

AMINO BYTES wasn’t already self aware?
Was it maybe the slave, the woman, the soldier, the poor,

maybe the noble or the EMPORER?
So why did RENE write this?
Why did Einstein share his E=MC cubed?
Why did Galilei Galileo bear so much for what Copernicus

too had been inspired to recognize, COGITO?

I think therefore I am.

The orgastic organism evolved from HAPPIN STANCE should

now figure itself as important just based on cognitive ability?

What is often rarely heard is the rest of Rene’s summation.
The rest of his eureka moment, of the- I THINK THEREFORE
I AM. And if I AM, WHAT IS IT THAT IS MAKING ME THINK?
WHAT IS INSPIRING MY THOUGHTS TO COALESCE INTO
THESE FORMS?

What’s been inspiring mankind through the ages to fashion,

art, poetry, literature-stories?

Building better weapons, tools, technology, science I can

understand that USEFULNESS, as it makes life easier.
But to art, stories, movies, music, dance doesn’t make life

easier, but rather harder.

But what they also offer in hand is the PLEASURE of LIFE,

a higher culture that ALGAL, or AMINO ACID never knew.

Scripture notes, MAKE YOURSELVES PURSES that will hold

your eternal treasures.
Well said, where no rust, thief, corruption, failure can deface

it, adulterate it, or steal it.

Story tellers who relate a connection n to the whole, the

WHOLE UNIVERSE and not limit it to a finite species.

DRILLING FOR OIL doesn’t do that. Building another tower

doesn’t meet that, nor a better bomb or BOOMER.
Neither does playing the speculative market, or even VEGAS.

Those are the aberrations.

But imagination, the vision and vista’s children often only

can see, which sadly puberty makes us blind to, and thus

we fill it with TRITE SPIRITUALISM, like an image on a

strip of VIDEO TAPE, that soon fades to white and is useless.

Shall we, shall our story of COGITO ERGO SUM live on,

beyond the horizon those pharaohs sought to cross with

their storage devices, beyond this ken, this den, this space

and time as nature proves time and again, that change is

permanent.

To be changed once more, renewed beyond what the current

senses can store, or inventions can try to impart to us so

removed from the actual moment.

EVEN the simplest hydrogen atom wasn’t as it is today

and neither shall we be.

For those of no sight, belief, hope only darkness beckons.
For those blessed to see, yet did nothing to COGITO ERGO

others, also darkness awaits the lacklustre,

For the beacons who have SHONE into their assigned

moments, a bright future awaits, just beyond a child’s vivid

imagination, where tomorrow nolonger beckons, and

yesterday can’t be undone, where the dreamers awaken

and the watchers and tellers become one.

To the GUSLARS of good heart, bless you for carrying the

torch for others to dream by.

PAX