To: All having wisdom in the palms of their hands, but clutch it not, to their hearts
From: The Zoo Crew (aka, The Sexy Six, aka, The Council)
Re: Visions in Nutshells: A Proposal and Request for Further Proposals to start …
Date: Today and tomorrow, ‘til Kingdom comes, when it will
“… perchance to dream …” of what was, ought, may and shall be. The illustrious literati
of history: Plato, Aristotle, Socrates,
Shakespeare, Shaw, et. al., in occidental lands and their eastern peers, Lao-zi, Kong-fu-zi,
the first Buddha and Mahatma Gandhi …
… et. al., in oriental lands, were all men of flesh and blood. No God amongst them …
philosophizing wordsmiths … one and all. Such great men
eloquently speak to and for humanity about the burning question of whether then …
to be, or not … then … and now … and again.
So, it was to the sage words of our predecessors, often teachers, that the Council
has often turned, along, of course, with a trinity
of His Books, to offer humanity some last minute advice; arrange your affairs; little
pleased, is He. As we strew debris … He seethes.
That’s He’s understandably but little pleased is conjecture, true. Reflective of the
mutually shared conviction of the Council, it does
conjure too the precise words that were sent via electronic-mail (in dreams) to the
six Council members … That brief message was:
“What ten words do you bequeath?” Each had gotten an identical inquiry. All were
from resident at bliss dot com. Uh-huh. But before
long, upon each not finding any resident there but rather, each other, over
wine, cheese and the net … was the Council born.
Fancying testimony helpful toward soul-salvation on some mission completing,
the invite’s oddity (which had completely freaked out
each uniquely unqualified slacker), turned into allure. With calming wine advancing,
all agreed to seed … albeit … self-doubts.
And so came to pass upon Milky Way dreams that delightful interchanges ensued;
the setting … cyberspace; the pressing subject matters …
education, peace and prosperity. Six lives intertwined when somehow so summoned,
the subjects … on cue … all dreamed together.
Indeed we ought learn; and not just from the Jain and the Jesuits nor just from
prophets and peers. Ergo Arthur dreams
and he and his intergalactic dream weavers write of what’s dreamt … for from
dreams … dreamers … may realize … dreams.
Art’s thirty poems in thirty days are meant to plant a seed. Taken from the Council’s
manuscript, they’re a fair summary of the rest of the text.
Accordingly, NOW HEAR THIS: The rest of the Council’s proudly populist civil
manifesto is meant someday … to be a text.
The Wine and Cheese Miracles is a manuscript that begs all … “To be or not to be?”;
it is a question that is, as a plan in itself, an insightfully
wise way to inter-connect, to help, to get help, to learn, earn and prosper to be …
in peace. To so be … be … connectedly.
Given human nature and the irrational ‘rational’ interests that form the bedrock
principles that determine our international
policies there’s no reason to believe that greed, monopolies and corporate stocks
of the enfranchised … will be helpful.
For many it shan’t sit well. For many of the many, riches out of proportion
to equitable principles is all the birthright
that matters. Powers that be have always been; equitable redistribution …
aimed at righting wrongs … is wrong … alright.
So no one ought hold their breath awaiting presidential responses to what ought be
of utmost concern to everybody, everywhere,
not just Americans. What if we cast off blinders and opened eyes? Would we see
beyond trees, the forest? Shall we so … dare?
The Holy Scriptures, Rick’s tome respecting our individual purposes, Tony’s
on near instantaneous, positive changes in
conduct, Nelson’s Truth and Reconciliation Commissions and the Sexy
Six’s on kinship, auger, we may act … akin.
Rick and Tony eloquently potentiate a hopeful reality; for if destinies
individually may be purposefully
forged, ipso facto, so may we forge regional destinies. A global destiny
we may, by His Grace, forge … communally.
“What ten words do you bequeath?” A spookily cryptic question, electronically
mailed from a ‘resident’ at bliss dot com. Predictably,
no resident answered Arthur’s reply. Surreally, his co-authors did. Collaboratively,
over wine and cheese, the Council was born … dreamily.
Collectively fancying the salvation of their souls upon some impossible mission
completing, and mesmerized by the seemingly supernatural
nature of the inquiry, for each member of the astonished Zoo Crew, trepidation
turned into allure; wine and cheese … seemed natural.
And so it came to pass upon Milky Way dreams that an ambitious plan was formulated;
the setting … cyberspace; the pressing subject matters …
education, peace, and prosperity. Six lives intertwined when somehow so drafted,
the sexy six … on cue … all dreamed together.
Council member meetings over the years since 2004 suggest that the Scriptures,
the internet, our will, our numbers and our letters
united may be both remedy and means of transmission of that larger picture
whereby brotherhood … we better foster.
The sublime fact of the matter then is that whether or not we act wisely
going forward, where individual destinies
may be purposefully forged, ipso facto, so may we forge a collective destiny;
transcendence too … all the more grandly.
So, like forests unseen for towering trees, words, wondrous gifts we so wantonly
waste revealed to the Council that destiny equals
the letters of the internet times the numbers in nature exponentially
from a Scriptural base; an alchemic equation … to increase capital.
Re-characterizing alchemy in such a way may potentiate millions of dreams for prosperity;
accordingly the Sexy Six distillation of an apt answer
to the cryptic “What ten words do you bequeath?” inquiry is to “Forge destiny
with love, compounding history’s letters …
… through nature’s numbers.” An answer as accent, like the icing on a glorious cake, like
those from which we might delight of, in foreseeable futures;
to be or not to be, indeed? Accent your humanity, not your nationality unlike
our past history …. That’s the big picture!