sneak peek
this is an excerpt from the book i just ordered for both my dad and me. like i say in my gift note: was drunk on tequila and reading sextrology, reminded me of horoscopes in 'buzz' magazine in CU, by this brezsny. read one review of his book and was sold. got one for both of us -- we could start this week off on the same 'page'... ;) fly
"brezsny" is rob breszny, author of free will astrology, a favorite section of hometown weekly buzz magazine. he apparently has a book. i bought two copies as a trigger-happy but whole-hearted nod to what may be what i love about my dad the most: an undeterred enthusiasm for the journey of life (alongside an envied faith in magic, dreams, love and possibility).
i lifted this straight from amazon.com's "peek inside this book" adobe acrobat reader. typed it. word for word. took like twenty minutes, so at least give it a chance, would ya? from rob breszny's "laugh out loud" (i did) pronoia is the antidote for paranoia: how the whole world is conspiring to shower you with blessings:
:) ryan
"brezsny" is rob breszny, author of free will astrology, a favorite section of hometown weekly buzz magazine. he apparently has a book. i bought two copies as a trigger-happy but whole-hearted nod to what may be what i love about my dad the most: an undeterred enthusiasm for the journey of life (alongside an envied faith in magic, dreams, love and possibility).
i lifted this straight from amazon.com's "peek inside this book" adobe acrobat reader. typed it. word for word. took like twenty minutes, so at least give it a chance, would ya? from rob breszny's "laugh out loud" (i did) pronoia is the antidote for paranoia: how the whole world is conspiring to shower you with blessings:
apostle of hustle - my sword hand's anger
thousands of things go right for you every day, beginning the moment you wake up. through some magic you don't fully understand, you're still breathing and your heart is beating, even though you've been unconscious for many hours. the air is a mix of gases that's just right for your body's needs, as it was before you fell asleep.
you can see! lights of many colors floods into your eyes, registered by nerves that took god or evolution or some process millions of years to perfect. the interesting gift of these vivid hues comes to you courtesy of an unimaginably immense globe of fire, the sun, which continually detonates nuclear reactions in order to convert its body into light and heat and energy for your personal use.
did you know that the sun is located at the precise distance from you to be of perfect service? if it were any closer, you'd fry, and if it were any further away, you'd freeze. here's another one of the sun's benedictions: it appears to rise over the eastern horizon right on schedule every day, as it has since long before you were born.
do you remember when you were born, by the way? it was a difficult miracle that involved many people who worked hard on your behalf. no less miraculous is the fact that you have continued to grow since then, with millions of new cells being born inside you to replace the old ones that die. all of this happens whether or not you ever think about it.
on this day, like almost every other, you have awoken inside a temperature-controlled shelter. you have a home! your bed and pillow are soft and you're covered by comforotable blankets. the electricity is turned on, as usual. somehow, in ways you're barely aware of, a massive power plant at an unknown distance from your home is transforming fuel into currents of electricity that reach you through mostly hidden conduits in the exact amounts you need, and all you have to do to control the flow is flick small switches with your fingers.
you can walk! your legs work wonderfully well. your heart circulates your blood all the way down to replenish the energy of the muscles in your feet and calves and thighs, and when the blood is depleted it finds its way back to your heart to be refreshed. this blessing recurs over and over again without stopping every hour of your life.
your home is perhaps not a million-dollar palace, but it's sturdy and gigantic compared to the typical domicile in every culture that has preceded you. the floors aren't crumbling, and the walls and ceilings are holding up well, too. doors open and close without trouble, and so do the windows. what skillful geniuses built this sanctuary for you? how and where did they learn their craft?
in your bathroom, the toilet is functioning perfectly, as are several other convenient devices. you have at your disposal soaps, creams, razors, clippers, tooth-cleaning accessories; a host of products that enhance your hygiene and appearance. you trust that unidentified scientists somewhere tested them to be sure they're safe for you to use.
amazingly, the water you need so much of comes out of your faucets in an even flow, with the volume you want, and either cold or hot as you desire. it's pure and clean; you're confident no parasites are lurking in it. there is someone somewhere making sure these boons will continue to arrive for you without interruption for as long as you require them.
look at your hands. they're astounding creations that allow you to carry out hundreds of tasks with great force and intricate grace. they relish the pleasure and privelage of touching thousands of different textures, and they're beautiful.
in your closet are many clothes you like to wear. who gathered the materials to make the fabrics they're made of? who imbued them with colors, and how did they do it? who sewed them for you?
in your kitchen, appetizing food in secure packaging is waiting for you. many people you've never met worked hard to grow it, process it, and get it to the store where you bought it. the bounty of tasty nourishment you get to choose from is unprecedented in the history of the world.
your many appliances are working flawlessly. despite the fact that they feed on electricity, which could kill you instantly if you touched it directly, you feel no fear that you're in danger. why? your faith in the people who invented, designed, and produced these machines is impressive.
it's as if there's a benevolent conspiracy of unknown people that is tirelessly creating hundreds of useful things you like and need.
there's more. gravity is working exactly the way it always has, neither pulling on you with too much or too little force. how did that marvel ever come to be? by some prodigious, long-running accident? it doesn't really matter, since it will continue to function with astounding efficiency whether or not you understand it.
meanwhile, a trillion other elements of nature's miraculous design are expressing themselves perfectly. plants are growing, rivers are flowing, clouds are drifting, winds are blowing, animals are reproducing. the weather is an interesting blend of elements you've never before experienced in quite this combination.
thousands of things go right for you every day, beginning the moment you wake up. through some magic you don't fully understand, you're still breathing and your heart is beating, even though you've been unconscious for many hours. the air is a mix of gases that's just right for your body's needs, as it was before you fell asleep.
you can see! lights of many colors floods into your eyes, registered by nerves that took god or evolution or some process millions of years to perfect. the interesting gift of these vivid hues comes to you courtesy of an unimaginably immense globe of fire, the sun, which continually detonates nuclear reactions in order to convert its body into light and heat and energy for your personal use.
did you know that the sun is located at the precise distance from you to be of perfect service? if it were any closer, you'd fry, and if it were any further away, you'd freeze. here's another one of the sun's benedictions: it appears to rise over the eastern horizon right on schedule every day, as it has since long before you were born.
do you remember when you were born, by the way? it was a difficult miracle that involved many people who worked hard on your behalf. no less miraculous is the fact that you have continued to grow since then, with millions of new cells being born inside you to replace the old ones that die. all of this happens whether or not you ever think about it.
on this day, like almost every other, you have awoken inside a temperature-controlled shelter. you have a home! your bed and pillow are soft and you're covered by comforotable blankets. the electricity is turned on, as usual. somehow, in ways you're barely aware of, a massive power plant at an unknown distance from your home is transforming fuel into currents of electricity that reach you through mostly hidden conduits in the exact amounts you need, and all you have to do to control the flow is flick small switches with your fingers.
you can walk! your legs work wonderfully well. your heart circulates your blood all the way down to replenish the energy of the muscles in your feet and calves and thighs, and when the blood is depleted it finds its way back to your heart to be refreshed. this blessing recurs over and over again without stopping every hour of your life.
your home is perhaps not a million-dollar palace, but it's sturdy and gigantic compared to the typical domicile in every culture that has preceded you. the floors aren't crumbling, and the walls and ceilings are holding up well, too. doors open and close without trouble, and so do the windows. what skillful geniuses built this sanctuary for you? how and where did they learn their craft?
in your bathroom, the toilet is functioning perfectly, as are several other convenient devices. you have at your disposal soaps, creams, razors, clippers, tooth-cleaning accessories; a host of products that enhance your hygiene and appearance. you trust that unidentified scientists somewhere tested them to be sure they're safe for you to use.
amazingly, the water you need so much of comes out of your faucets in an even flow, with the volume you want, and either cold or hot as you desire. it's pure and clean; you're confident no parasites are lurking in it. there is someone somewhere making sure these boons will continue to arrive for you without interruption for as long as you require them.
look at your hands. they're astounding creations that allow you to carry out hundreds of tasks with great force and intricate grace. they relish the pleasure and privelage of touching thousands of different textures, and they're beautiful.
in your closet are many clothes you like to wear. who gathered the materials to make the fabrics they're made of? who imbued them with colors, and how did they do it? who sewed them for you?
in your kitchen, appetizing food in secure packaging is waiting for you. many people you've never met worked hard to grow it, process it, and get it to the store where you bought it. the bounty of tasty nourishment you get to choose from is unprecedented in the history of the world.
your many appliances are working flawlessly. despite the fact that they feed on electricity, which could kill you instantly if you touched it directly, you feel no fear that you're in danger. why? your faith in the people who invented, designed, and produced these machines is impressive.
it's as if there's a benevolent conspiracy of unknown people that is tirelessly creating hundreds of useful things you like and need.
there's more. gravity is working exactly the way it always has, neither pulling on you with too much or too little force. how did that marvel ever come to be? by some prodigious, long-running accident? it doesn't really matter, since it will continue to function with astounding efficiency whether or not you understand it.
meanwhile, a trillion other elements of nature's miraculous design are expressing themselves perfectly. plants are growing, rivers are flowing, clouds are drifting, winds are blowing, animals are reproducing. the weather is an interesting blend of elements you've never before experienced in quite this combination.
:) ryan
<3 ryan at 4:43 AM
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I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve (or save) the world, and a desire to enjoy (or savor) the world. This makes it hard to plan the day. --E.B. White
...love you
i stumbled upon the free will astrology website, and was told in my horoscope to take some time out in the day and scream like karen o.
sold ;)
crazy talk. :)
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