"The Terror of the situation"

Someone recently mentioned the phrase: "The Terror of the situation**" - which has a very definite, though quite obscure meaning to practically everyone (look it up if interested)... including those who casually use the phrase, especially those who bring it up so as to "talk about their self". This piece puts a slightly different spin on the ball.

The past is dead, 

yesterday is dead,

"The" is in the rearview mirror, and 

though there is no "future", per se,

this upcoming period is the "NOW"   .

Humans don't understand SHIT, and if you still claim to be one, too bad for you. The brain can be changed, wiring can be rewired - it's simple; you pull a connection here, and there, and reconnect them elsewhere. That's technology. That's your life in action, and it most often goes on behind the scenes (i.e., subconsciously, outside your awareness.)


Talking about one's life - howEVER one remembers it - is the fool's errand that Life demands from its hapless humans, and why? To keep them in their place of course. Every "look back" sees the same damn thing as previously, but the words that are applied to that "look back" will very often be slightly altered, just a bit, so that even YOU don't realize it. After enough times of this casual "remembering yourself", what you say you remember, may have never even happened at all! From a realistic point of view, "you" are not "you", "you" are someone "else" and you don't KNOW any of them. But they are all still sitting there at the switchboard, forever fiddling with the wiring.

It's a human ZOO in there.

Some guys I once knew, when quite young, had bikes, and rode for hours everyday all over the city, and once got "almost mugged" by an old guy. Both freaked out, but one started crying outloud, shrieking and even wetting his pants. That's how they both told it to me at school the next day. A few decades later we met again for a drink, and when recalling the story, all laughing out loud, the pants wetter said the other guy was the pants wetter! When he was quickly rebuffed, by both of us, saying,"NO WAY... It was you.... how many times have you told that story anyway?" He said, many times over the years, and he was certain he wasn't the pants wetter. As for me, I never thought about it even once, not the rest of the day, or anytime thereafter, till remeeting those guys.

Brains are a bitch. 
Can't trust 'em.

That's where "your life" lives - in that bitch of a brain, and nowhere else, because the past is nothing more than trillions of randomly wired and rewired neural connections that get FRAYED over time, and even rewired again, sometimes over and over - due primarily to this casual "remembering yourself", and "talking about your life" - to suit the more recent telling of "the story". THAT is the TERROR.

You are not who or what you think you are, 

but something else entirely.

And that goes for everybody else!

**The terror of the situation, in Gurdjieff’s phrase, is that we’re consigned to a world run, for the most part, by sleeping people; people who are never awake at all.


“Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.”Oscar Wilde