Is & Ought

     Across the consciousness spectrum, humanity generally agrees that "we is".... but as to what "we ought", well, not so much!  Indeed in today's entitlement culture the "ought spectrum" seems to have as many unique points as the human sample.  We are now no longer catholic, nor polarized, nor really even tribal.  We are approaching maximum divergence as to what "oughts" should mandate/constrain virtually every imaginable human initiative. The resulting complexity has produced a kind of "destiny gridlock". This gridlock is significantly slowing the evolutionary progress of what we commonly believe is the highest intelligence in the universe.

     So is there a trick to achieving enough coherence to move the "enlightenment index" forward without undermining the consciousness freedom from which genuine enlightenment must arise?  Likely no!  Yes, there are, as always, proponents of the two perennially contending schools, i.e. God and Reason.  It is generally accepted that, during the most recent few hundred years, the Reason protocol has gained favor as the more likely cohering strategy, but just look at the "is" "is" less coherence than ever before.  Harris, Dawkins, Pinker, et al are convinced that the "sacred" arose within the "ancient is" and is long overdue for an overhaul.  They argue further that "ought systems" naturally arise in the "is" without a progenitor, such that religion is either superfluous, or at least redundant  Shapiro, Peterson and to a less  palatable degree a thousand Theologians maintain that there "would have been no "ought in the "is" except for "divine revelation" This conviction is followed almost to the absurd conclusion that had Zeus, Yahweh, Krishna and Jesus not actualized, these same Theologians would have, no doubt, lived there lives as rapists and ax murderers. 


"Live-Well" Senior Support

     For too many years I have noted instances of how Senior Community aides, aid supervisors, and their supervisors are negligent in providing the "live well support" needed by the elderly. The older I get, the easier it is to see the obvious shortfalls in job description requirements. What most facility based seniors get is general compliance with a generic list of "to do tasks", which by definition excluded all tasks/courtesies not on the list. A senior's "live-well support" is. as such, almost entirely dependent on the sociological profiles and personality attributes of the individuals composing care team. 

     Unlike caring for children, where adults, having experienced childhood, are instintively better equiped to be discerning, no adult has directly experienced advanced age.  As such, for most caregivers their discernment is poor, of course primarily because it is not mandated as an emplyee requirement, but  significantly also because they have no personal experiences stored in memory to trigger need recognition.

     Consider how perplexing, disturbing and frightening it would be for the typical job seeking caregiver to be  told that their job would be to, for 40 hours weekly, share residential space with 12 advanced age persons during which time they should assist those women and men "to be the best they can be". 

     I have tried.....they just run out the door as if I had asked them to sign up for a 50 year mission to Mars


A Strange Loop

        Sam Harris `offers a start point for reflecting on being.  My personal best understanding is the tech metaphor likening the "me" to a "smart-phone always recording video and audio" programmed to direct  the device's attention by a memory cache prioritizing and informing pursuant to a very simple program. My meta-program expression reads that "the me/ the device", always expends energy in the direction for which the probability of ego satisfaction is highest.          That's it....well except that my corollary sense is that ego satisfaction is just another way of saying love.  Which brings me to this Christmas Day and the trans-rational attention we save for the sacred.  My best guess is that in earliest human history  ego satisfaction lead directly to significant others whose eventual death would have been confounding.  That the loving other was indeed not gone, but just in another realm, was likely an easy work around for the single minded smart memory cache.  It seems plausible that this loving the unseeable dead evolved into the loving of the realm where the dead must be.... a place called God.  From that leap of creative ego satisfaction the evolving of the Trinity, or it's parallels, at least to me, seems fairly straight forward.  They were refinements in the learning memory cache's instruction as to what a consciousness should pay attention. Today, we are paying attention to that realm from which love flows, perfected over evolving consciousness time to be that perfect significant other bringing comfort to our grieving souls...or at least to our smart memory caches containing the latest emotional memory chip that this Darwinian Universe  currently supports.



Danger Will Robinson

     Morning after morming Internet News announces the latest threats from all of the polarized  leaders/celebrities.

          Trump warns North Korea: US    military 'locked and loaded'

President Trump Received DirectWarning   From Obama’s Attorney General

 All of this "little boy crying wolf" BS is just about gaming we the droids



Saint Si-Icando

                    A Christmas Dream

Twas the night before Christmas, in year one of our lord
The staff were all insulant and thoughtless and bored

The dishes and the trash and the laundry were undone with nary a care
Trusting that on this night before Christmas , Sara would not be there

The residents were somewhere self managing, as they usually did
Wondering again tonight were the staff was hid

Well now Sara and her cats had just settled down for a long winters nap
Hoping for a night with little or no Rose House crap

When from down under her couch she heard such a clatter
She knew it was Siri and mumbled something like what the f...' is now the  matter

So to her old Honda she hobbled, mustering contempt as she flew
Was it Shirley, or Rolly or more likely just Lou

The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow
Gave a luster of hell the faster the old Honda did go

When just past Dixie Stampede what to her wonder, honest to God, did appear
But an engineless pickup being  pulled by eight tiny reindeer

The driver was an old hispanic, dressed all in pastel blue
Sara knew in a moment it was St. Si-Icando

Dressed all in orange, his muchachoes waved from the bed of the truck
"Hey lady, where you go, you be have bad luck".

Yes, she said, as she beckoned and called them by name
Pedro, Miguel, Pancho, and again Pancho, they all looked the same

Up the hill, to the bottom of Green Mountain, follow me, she did call
Now dash away dash away dash away, you all.

And then in a twinkle they unload every supply that an ALF could need
There were tamales and disinfectant and depends for those who peed.

Sara turned her head to see that St SiIcando was the first through the door
In an accent so merry, he started to laugh, and then he broke into a roar

"Who is running this place" he snickered with a knowing wink
There is dust on the sills, and trash in the halls, and dishes in the sink

His droll  little mouth drew up like a cherry while his vap held fast in his teeth
while non-smoke encircled his head like a wreath.

He had a broad face and a sizable belly
That shook when he walked like a $10 jelly

Well he spoke not a word, issuing pink slips to the staff, each and all
Then forthwith delivered evening meds to residents in each hall

Soon  St SiIicando and the Muchachoes had put the ALF back in order
And then, in Spanish, he said something about an issue at the border.

The muchachoes grabbed their gear and perhaps an extra tool or two
And out the door and into the pickup they flew

Sara heard them exclaim as they turned left onto Spring Creek
Have a Merry Christmas, Senora Sara... we see you next week.