Mulletized!

It should have been an ugly morning. Cape Town is cold and dripping out of its seams. Late for work as usual and traffic slow and bubbling.

But my seat was comfortable, and as much as I squinted my eyes I couldnt help but see the magic everywhere, in everything. The steering wheel felt like a part of me, and the steering wheel felt like a part of everything. Dark clouds rumbling with energy in the distance could have been the coffee swirling in my stomach.

Thoughts are only limited to smirks at how simple it all is. Simple, and insanely beautiful.

Had this Amos Lee song on repeat. Playing it over and over for when he says “we all got the same bloodflow”.

“The people on the street, out on buses or on feet, we all got the same bloodflow.
Oh and society, every dollar got a D, we all need a place where we can go, and feel over the rainbow. Sometimes we forget what we got, who we are, oh who we are now.”

Amos Lee - Keep it loose, keep it tight

I love sports. Always have. What really interests me though, is how many experts there are. Everyones an expert.

A follower of a sport or sports team generally has amazing confidence in the expression of their thoughts and opinions.  After a big sports game, people will have no hesitation in thrashing about criticism, commentary and praise on coaches, players, and tactical decisions.  There KNOW how they should go about their next game, how things went wrong, how things worked, how to improve, what to avoid etc.

I’m one of those people. Ask me about any game or sporting event, and ill have an intricate opinion. What really amazes me though, is that this innate confidence of being an expert isn’t translated to other areas of mass consciousness.

No one really takes Naas Botha’s opinion on the latest rugga game that seriously. I mean come on! Even though he’s the ‘expert’, we all feel that we can make up our own minds. We listen, then have our own thoughts. He aren’t passive.

But…

We don’t seem to do that in other areas of our lives. We always let ‘experts’ make decisions for us. We sit back and let other people think for us:

• We go to the doctor and don’t even look at the script he’s written
• We put the blinkers on when politicians make atrocious decisions on our behalf
• the list can go on…

The only reason we do this is because we’ve been indoctrinated into believing that we’re not worthy of thinking for ourselves in the spheres that directly concern us - that certain things are beyond our capacity. Why when there’s something of direct consequence or pivotal importance, do we think we are not capable of making our own decisions?

I think that the grasping and thinking for yourself in all areas is no more out of our reach than talking about the Stormer’s last match over a beer.

To quote Kerouac, “You’re a genius all the time.”

Stand up, start a riot, be an expert.

This is my virgin post. I really should be gentle.

I’ve had this thought rattling around my head: Drunk Saints.

It may seem strange, but I wondered if it was possible.

Is it possible for a white light person to be a drunk, or have any major vice for that matter?

So i Googled  St Francis of Assisi. A legend if ever there was one, he’s the patron saint of animals and the natural environment.  An amazing dude. All testaments to his elegant existence only illuminate a life of complete saintliness. I couldn’t find any accounts of him guzzling wine by the gallon-loads or sniffing on fermented leeks.

Maybe there are some known renegade mullet saints out there. Crazy mad fools who howled at the moon at night and performing miracles during the day, but that doesn’t seem important now.  The reason why this idea kept me rattling was because of my crazy logic.

If a holy blessed saint could be a drunk; then a drunk could be a saint.

I once heard a Zen saying that’s always stuck with me. I cant remember the exact wording, but i interpreted it as:

Always be kind and patient to every single person that crosses your path.
That person will always know something that you don’t.

I love this. I heard it when i was a teenager, and i think its awesome. its since been something Ive always tried to live by.

One interpretation of this could be that you can always learn or gain something from every person (or experience) that you encounter. That’s cool on its own, but i also like to think of it as the idea that nothing should be judged, appearances are false:

Just think of that bergie at the traffic lights, trying to wash your windscreen with his phlegm and a pee-stained 1989 Manchester United beanie. He may not be who you think he is.

He may be a saint.