Introduction to THEMES OF JACK and The Mes of Jack
Hello, this is Jack in China and in your eyes, but I hope not in-your-face.
I promise I’ll try to be more graceful than that – something closer to a mirror you don’t notice when you like what you see. Welcome to my first blog that I hope I will not have to flog, although the curious and more independent Mule of Me that has the task of carrying my enlarged mind (large with what is a fair question!) here, is sometimes unrideable, and unreadable, too.
“Did you trip over the truth or try to kick it away?”
I begin by quoting one of my selves as I will tend to be doing in this blog. You might ask, “One of your selves?” And I reply, “Yes, one of the many Mes”. Here I hope you’ll note my love at playing with words in the title of my blog that works so well to point to who I am. I separate Themes into The Mes to flap a flag and step a footnote toward your eye of wonder to make it wander into the many Trades and Ways of Jack, master of, and mastered by, none.
My intention here is to explore and express the many “Mes” I have found Jack to be. At last reckoning there were around 150 and still counting. I can give a new meaning to the psychobabble, medicalizing label of “multi personality” which I’ll claim is an “order” rather than a “disorder” – although, I admit, my life may appear chaotic to some outside eyes including a few of my Mes!
So, if you are reading these want (better adjective that the one that rhymes with Is) ants of words busy bustling to track your eyes’ Eternal Yes (smarting with the Smog of Unknowing or otherwise trialed and tribulated with constant but Ephermal Nos), I hope and trust you find your time and energy have made a profitable trade with me and that my contemplations can be of some nourishment even if my metaphors are of a cat’s breakfast’s kind (which re-minds me – and I’m always, it seems, being re-minded, something akin to a worn tire being re-treaded – of e.e. cummings’ “pity this busy monster, manunkind” and Plato’s admonishment to always be kind to others because everyone is fighting a hard battle inside and could do with a little piece of peace from you).
Here’s what I want to do with you and me (which, by, or along the Way, etymology – another passionate love – allows a deeper understanding of the word theme, which means: “something set down; to put, to do”): turn this page into a playground of shared ideas and a bed of conceptual intercourse (sure, take your pick), since I agree with my self-selected intellectual godfather, Eric Hoffer, that minds are not chaste and they copulate whenever they meet. So let’s turn this “discourse” (a word I have abandoned to the PostMods like “liberal” was abandoned to what was left and over of freedom in America) into an “intercourse” and make some Whoopee while thinking with Socrates what third party we can celebrate into Being that contains the best of us both.
Chaste Minds? None Here. Let’s Chase Our Minds and Copulate our To Be's or Not To Be's with Verve and Veracity!
"Most of the major ills of the world have been caused by well-meaning people who ignored the principle of individual freedom, except as applied to themselves, and who were obsessed with fanatical zeal to improve the lot of mankind." Henry Grady Weaver