Over the past several months, this has been my morning routine:
- Feed animals
- Make breakfast
- Prepare coffee
- Write morning papers
A barista who became an acquaintance who became a friend suggested this to me after I’d mentioned feeling exceptionally stuck, unable to tap into novel, interesting ideas or ways to creatively communicate otherwise mundane occurrences. Morning papers, he called them. “Yeah, man. Just sit down and write whatever comes to your head for as long as you’re able.” I’m paraphrasing, but not taking many liberties beyond my inability to remember his exact words. If he comes off as anything but genuine and wise, blame me. Anyway, I began writing morning papers. Many of these morning papers became inspirations for expanded posts, but until now nothing had emerged untouched that I felt comfortable sharing.
Here’s that passage, polished only for grammatical cohesion. My post production? Punctuation, spelling, abbreviations, sentence fragments, and carroted additions all snipped, snapped, and razzamatazzed to make it at least legible. I’m not being facetious here. No humble brag. I don’t know why you’re here reading this and who the f*ck told me I should even lean in the direction of believing my cobbled drivel is worth anything but a shelf full of juvenile journals containing, at best, laughable philosophy. I guess I did. And maybe you. Thank you, really.
Have at it:
Sitting here, attempting to write out my morning papers, the words that spill from my brain just minutes after waking, and the brain fills with distractions which I, meaning it, chases for a while.
Crazy that… the fact that the brain both fills with distractions and then chases them. Or, quells them. Or, does anything…rather, everything. It’s all brain. There’s no “I” separate from “my brain,” yet the struggle is absolutely real. So how have I come to believe, as if faith, that there is some authentic cleaving and separateness of my brain, my emotions, my biology, then some constantly present I/me to whom I (ha!) refer as if it’s not the brain/emotions/biology? It’s all one and the same. But the thoughts…they do seem to run on auto pilot…and the emotions connected to them seem to be caused by them.
Another question…do thoughts cause emotions, or emotions cause thoughts? Both? Perhaps something altogether different?!
But then, a portion of consciousness can recognize all of that and the functioning of the brain can be fairly easily altered back to present…to processing only that which is inputting right here. Right now.
Perhaps it’s that simple.
Either I’m here.
Or I’m not here.
And if the goal is to align the brain with the body (which is always here) then I must only focus on here.
Mind goes there.
(Come back here.)
Emotions go there?
Of course, many would ask me, “But what of the soul? What of God?” Many would claim, “God is the difference. The answer.”
And I ask, “What is God?”
Really. Try to separate yourself from the religious texts you’ve integrated and ceremonies in which you’ve participated. Try not to describe a Christian or Muslim or Jewish or Buddhist or Hindu or Norse or Pagan God, or gods.
Just. What is God?
Think about it.
Because the answer?
Still all coming from our brains. We’ve each got one biocomputer with which to process the entire universe. That’s the brain.
But rest assured, here is always…