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Friday, June 17, 2016

Uncle Eyeball Returns!

"Good heavens, it's Uncle Eyeball, and he's grown a rocket butt!"

(You wouldn't know about Uncle Eyeball unless you've read a couple posts from two years back. Click on his name in the previous sentence and they'll bring you up to date.)
"Remember yourself, nephew, and calm down. I know you've had trouble with that lately."

"Dear Uncle..." I began.

"No, no, this is an election year. Let's relieve ourselves from formality and pleonastic rhetoric."

"Agreed, Uncle! Now how'd you get a jet-propelled butt?"

"Oh, the usual way, wrong bottle in a border town."

"You've been traveling, then..."

"Yes, Geo., conducting a survey of politics and religion."

"And doubtless found each lining up with the other."

"I saw some churches boiling over with heat and hatred but true religion doesn't debulliate so readily. Some churches skill themselves in arresting human thought long enough to make a fortune and move on to broader markets, but they're the lesser temples. The real temples, the important ones, are much more compact,  protected by cranial vaults and number above seven billion now."

"You mean human heads, Uncle?"

"Mmm...yes those. You see, the holiest temples are occupied with the propagation of reason and compassion, a future with love in it. But there's resistance to that future, too."

"So what's the future like, Uncle Eyeball?"

"It's a lot like the past only less predictable, which is why memories come true oftener than dreams. Each of these billions of temples subtly affects billions of others and, in combination, can produce a paradise --a future full of energy and kindness, minds engaged in pursuit of knowledge, inquiry, harmony and the belief that misery is not desirable--- otherwise..."

"What otherwise?"

"Otherwise you just get exhaust from a burning butt. Be careful, nephew, what bottle you drink from."

There was a flash, a sonic boom and he was gone,  continuing his survey, but I love Uncle Eyeball and he loves me. He'll be back.  

 



24 comments:

  1. "Which is why memories come true oftener than dreams". I love that and I love you too Geo. And Uncle Eyeball.

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    1. Thanks Chicken. Without love, Uncle Eyeball would not exist --maybe none of us would.

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  2. Great text!
    Thanks for sharing. I'm here, tired of this hypocrisy... tired of believing in the unbelievable.

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    1. Kind Ana. I know, and yet the unbelievable has its uses. Some days I feel a bit improbable myself.

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  3. Boy, it'd be nice if some of our politicians would drink from those "wrong bottles" so they can jet-propel themselves off the planet and into orbit. Probably wouldn't work, though. Alas, their heads are too deeply imbedded in their posteriors to enable proper propulsion.

    Another super post, dude.

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    1. You think maybe they'd just spin around like pinwheels on the 4th of July? Dude would pay to go see that.

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  4. Memories come true oftener than dreams. Yes, memories can soften and stretch and merge. Soften with time. Dreams--so harsh sometimes.

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    1. I suspect dreams exploit some sort of quantum coherence and can't articulate all the possibilities they encounter. Memories are less slippery.

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  5. Uncle Eyeball is getting wiser all the time. I especially like his thoughts about memories coming true more often than dreams. At least Norma did not have to pluck him from the sky this time.

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    1. Indeed! I hope Norma would not grab any flying object that leaves a contrail.

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  6. I can attest to the fact that border town bottles can induce jet-propelled butts. And so can border town burritos.

    I think we should send ALL of our politicians to border towns - - and then (finally) CLOSE our borders.

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    1. You know, Jon, border town burritos might account for some of the esteemed GOP candidate's less fortunate facial expressions. Is Hillary sabotaging his food?

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  7. Sounds like Uncle Eyeball is a prophet from the Book of Roddenberry, as in going where no Eyeball has gone before. Great wisdom the Uncle shareth!

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    1. Thanks, Tom. Uncle Eyeball's wisdom, like imagination, is informed by "space, the final frontier" and Roddenberry was a favorite pioneer.

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  8. We all need an Uncle Eyeball. He's a pretty smart fella, you know?
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    1. I know, Laura. I found him so needed it was necessary to invent him --with the help of daughter, of course.

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  9. The real temple... the temple between the temples?

    Nice post. Previous commenters have already praised the particularly clever bits. I share Uncle Eyeball's hopes for the future. Set a course, Mr. Sulu...

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    1. Exactly, Squid, and thanks. And let's not forget "second star to the right, and straight on till morning".

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  10. Makes me wish I had an Uncle Eyeball!
    And, yes, memories DO come true much more often than dreams...I learned the hard way that clinging to impossible dreams can be devastating! *smiles*
    Another awe-inspiring post, Geo...thank you so much...:))

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    1. My pleasure, Kind Ygraine, and my privilege. You DO have an Uncle Eyeball, we all do, accessible by imagination and love.

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  11. I like Uncle Eyeball's vision of the future. Wish it would hurry up and get here, though. *sigh*

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    1. O Jenny, there's a future out there among many, one with no mistakes in it. Let's head for that, eh?

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  12. Selected memories being screened thru time are not only about the joys of yesteryear but also what we believe to be true. Truth is not around much anymore, or maybe never was, but we continue to hope and dream. Religion and politics, both good and bad, certainly has affected the well being of the human race more than anything else. I have always loved John Lennon's song, Imagine. A world more about love and less about power, well, maybe that would be the heaven we all seek. I love your very wise Uncle Eyeball.

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    1. Thank you beautiful Arleen. Uncle Eyeball loves you right back --just stay out from under him when he blasts off now.

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