Observation on the Current Fashionable Mindset in Sports

Being an animal alone doesn’t cut it in Broader Survival.

ROAR.

OK, now what?

A little introduction to the philosophy is in order here, since this is the first blog.

Let’s ask the Greatest of the Great Questions of Life: Why bother? No, not just any ‘why bother’, but why bother to do anything at all?

The answer (according to this philosophy) is Obligation. We have been endowed with existence, and life, and higher consciousness, and (in the case of this philosophy) enlightened higher consciousness, so it is our obligation to work to secure it in a harsh and deadly universe (it is not secure yet, nor will it ever be completely – see The Great Struggle). Let the non-enlightened, the non-conscious, and the non-existent argue for their states of being. We are obligated to argue for, and work to secure, ours.

Now that we have answered the Greatest of the Great Questions of Life (for, why bother to answer any of the others?), now what?

“Now what?” is the Second Greatest Question of Life. Its equivalent is “What Next?”

The answer is we endeavor to secure ourselves in this harsh and deadly universe, and ‘ourselves’ applies at several levels: individuals, civilizations, species, conscious entities, enlightened (by this philosophy that is concerned with broader survival) conscious entities, life, and matter and energy.

Now we are at the Third Greatest Question of Life: “How?”

The answer is we pursue the Lower Strategies of Broader Survival as guided by the Higher Strategies of Broader Survival (read the philosophy – you can find it with an Internet search) (and the alternate name is The Philosophy of Universal Survival).

Right now we need to get back to the current popular mindset in sports, which this philosophy finds lacking.

Why is it lacking? Doesn’t having animal strength count for anything?

“Sure, but it doesn’t cut it with broader survival, which requires Proaction, and not Reaction, which is what lower animals rely on for survival, and proaction requires the mind. You may need a strong, swift animal to perform a task, but even there the mind has devised all sorts of superior technology.

I suppose the challenge is to have enlightenment (as offered by this philosophy) win over animalism in sports. Let the challenge begin…

She saw poetry on the corner of Bourbon and Dumaine

She saw poetry on the corner of Bourbon and Dumaine,

I came in from the northern winter

and I saw people who forgot how to shiver!

So I removed my winter coat, and considered getting in the ice cream line…

I saw suburbia, highways, sprawl, below sea level; not very wise, I thought…

The city smelled in places – the heat never lifting,

bacteria having a perpetual field day on garbage –

nothing to freeze them out during the winter…

At the corner of Bourbon and Dumaine I stopped –

for a traffic light, and I saw urban loiterers

on the handout, no education to speak of,

and on the lookout for a criminal opportunity,

which they would not hesitate to take…

I wondered if the city had enough jails…

She saw poetry – gentle, observational, sensitive…

I saw “No Parking 8AM-Noon – Thursday Street Cleaning”

with a picture of a car being towed,

$400 to get it out of impound, no doubt.

I heard unnecessarily loud people,

I saw unnecessarily narrow colloquial minds…

but then, I thought, maybe it was just me –

where what I saw merely suited my general disappointment in the bulk of humanity…

I reminded myself that there were, even in New Orleans,

shiny places where shiny people go –

spotless and clean, giving the illusion

of being free of plumbing and wires and bacteria…

but even then, having sampled that shiny world,

I can say it is better romanticized about,

for if you became lost in it

the rest of the dirty world could push you to suicide…

I saw brand names, and tired unimaginative establishments,

sleazy bars and run-down abodes…

why do I have an eye for such things

when there is glitter everywhere?

if I ever moved to New Orleans it would be for another purpose

other than romanticism,

though the shiny suburbs do have their pull on me –

yes, it is through illusion – you can’t see the plumbing and wiring…

and somewhere above sea level…

Introduction

I have no urge to blog… yet…

I did blog for a day at tumblr.com: http://wbiro.tumblr.com/

I do have creative urges and outlets for them:

Creative Writing: http://allpoetry.com/Numi_Earl_Grey

Selected New Music: http://www.soundclick.com/wbiro

Selected Cover Songs: http://www.soundclick.com/wbirocoversongs

Nearly Complete Music Catalog: http://wpbiro.globat.com/art_catalog/artistic_catalog_1982-2010_rev04_tabled.html

Graphic Art: wbiro.deviantart.com

Graphic Art: http://www.flickr.com/photos/38154648@N00/

Graphic Art (and small poems): http://www.redbubble.com/people/rage-of-wbiro

Old Political Writings and Early Later-Life Poems: http://wpbiro.globat.com/writing/old_political_writings_and_a_few_early_later-life_poems.html