“What the superior man seeks is in himself; what the small man seeks is in others.” – Confucius
When I walked into the jungle, I was seventeen; when I staggered out, I was sixty, jobless, and had forgotten what the hell I went into the jungle for; I traced my steps back through the climbing of the corporate ladder, reviewing the remaining effects, including that of The Great Recession, upon my current life adventure....”Damn I mused; that trip kicked my chocolate ass up and down," I laughed! It really is a jungle out there; that’s what it is…..a jungle....now what, find a job; get real...well, I thought. I'm still standing though money is extremely tight ....I've still got some skills though....so to prove it to myself, I went out and solvd a mechanical problem on my son's Taurus - I located and replaced a fuel filter...I hadn't done any work like that in 40+ years or so back in high school....you could say I decided to put my running shoes back on (Who Moved My.....)
"And at least I still have my share of the gravel mining business investment and the dreams within it......I sure am glad I didn't give it up for their bitching dream"....still, since this is a partnership, I have to deal with more screwiness within other people's dreams.....and they of mine... We must still dream for anything we desire to come into our life! What dream may come to you?
….(more thoughts)……all at once I regained my balance of originally being a life-dreamer and a salesman; a creator of dreams and not merely a manager of someone else' dream....an entrepreneurial adventurer; a dream merchant. I thought about my Willy Loman existence….my dreams….I began to become aware for the very first time of my birth year (1951) being twenty years after The Great Depression (1931). I realized that my mother's birth year was 1931, the same year of The Great Depression; and that my grandfather's birth year was 1908, 23 years before The Great Depression, 42 years beyond Reconstruction (1866-89); 45 years after The Emancipation Proclamation (1863) by Abraham Lincoln...just imagine the gravity of this event for a moment....my ancestors and their off-spring had to be "declared free beyond chattel" as a matter of law.....damn.... what other unjust effects of unjust law do we still face?....de facto injustice is a continuing life war that no law will eradicate in unjust, unenlightened men....47 years after the start of The Civil War (1861 to 1865); 46 years after the end of the war for heaven sake; and for what….to live a lawful “Jim Crow” life experience as a sure-death sentence? It seems their life was doomed to proceed from tradegy to tragedy....from bootstraps and bullshit...from the pursuit of a continuously proverbial "leveling of the playing field" and beyond"... Sir, would you like me to calibrate that leveler from a perspective of truth? No thanks......more bullshit.bb.into more bullshit....just another bullshit dream more-like a real-life nightmare where you have to truly deal with the crap! “Who ‘s writing this gosh-damned, hell-infested bullshit life-script that I am supposed to pass along to my children?"
I declare, if life has gotta be a bullshit script, then it's gonna be my own bullshit and I'm gonna write it, said the angry chocolate man.......still, who would tell a man to stop dreaming? A man's got nothing but a dream....even if it's bullshit....
”What the hell is life really all about? Is it supposed to be about this mythical American dream of getting rich? Is it about the chase? What are we supposed to chase? What was the chase indeed like to live the hell-enriched experience of my ancestors dammit?” What were they to chase? Freedom? How can a man give another man freedom? Only God can give that and he already did it once. So what was being returned to the ancestors, "the idea of being free?" Something has been criminally taken without their authority? And here it was being returned with a wink.....Certainly life couldn't be about getting rich, with the hand our ancestors were dealt…pick yourself up by the bootstraps? What bootstraps? Be a dreamer?...What dream should broken-hearted dreamers dream with the trials they face from the hands they were dealt? Do they dream or just scream silently into the nightmare? That is the question…..Call me angry if you want....kinda, but not consumed with it....wouldn't you be angry? Do not deceive yourselves, observing from priviledged perspective. If you wouldn't be a bit angry too, then how about choosing to try on these shoes of mine and walk in them for awhile? Walk of this leveled field..... come on now...experience the fullness of the walk of this American's Dream.....come on baby...you know the drill boy!--------------------------------------------------------------------
…And when I saw that, I realized that selling was the greatest career a man could want. ’Cause what could be more satisfying than to be able to go, at the age of eighty-four, into twenty or thirty different cities, and pick up a phone, and be remembered and loved and helped by so many different people?
“The gem cannot be polished without friction, nor man perfected without trials.”
“When it is obvious that the goals cannot be reached, don't adjust the goals, adjust the action steps.”
“I hear and I forget. I see and I remember. I do and I understand.”
I hope the tragically abstruse love message of this writing can somehow be an inspirational blessing of hope and the important knowledge of choosing “your own dream of joy“ and not necessarily material riches alone, as you face your trials of life. Dreams have purpose and shouldn’t be hollow. After all….it is only a day dream and you can awaken inside the dream to change its effect; or you can wait and someday you will be awakened…and the dream will be over…choose.
“The man who moves a mountain begins by carrying away small stones.”
Beloved....let us love one another in our dream....for if we do not have love of OneAnother, there is no dream...there is only the truth of the nightmare....oh yes, please forgive the colorful language....I'm not mad....my spirit is...
“Walking into the jungle, you still gotta dream boy…....just remember whose dream you dreamin' and what you dreamin' for”…perhaps I'll dream of becoming a rapper...ha ha ha... like so many kids do today.....most of em' just talkin' loud and sayin' nothing...an doin' nothin'....maybe me too....listen to my rap... - igman
"When I walked into the jungle, I was seventeen” Ben said to Willy; “when I walked out, I was 21 and I was rich!”....”Rich...that's what I will teach my boys" said Willy to himself....excerpt from Death of a Salesman - Arthur MillerWhen I walked into the jungle, I was seventeen; when I staggered out, I was sixty, jobless, and had forgotten what the hell I went into the jungle for; I traced my steps back through the climbing of the corporate ladder, reviewing the remaining effects, including that of The Great Recession, upon my current life adventure....”Damn I mused; that trip kicked my chocolate ass up and down," I laughed! It really is a jungle out there; that’s what it is…..a jungle....now what, find a job; get real...well, I thought. I'm still standing though money is extremely tight ....I've still got some skills though....so to prove it to myself, I went out and solvd a mechanical problem on my son's Taurus - I located and replaced a fuel filter...I hadn't done any work like that in 40+ years or so back in high school....you could say I decided to put my running shoes back on (Who Moved My.....)
"And at least I still have my share of the gravel mining business investment and the dreams within it......I sure am glad I didn't give it up for their bitching dream"....still, since this is a partnership, I have to deal with more screwiness within other people's dreams.....and they of mine... We must still dream for anything we desire to come into our life! What dream may come to you?
I declare, if life has gotta be a bullshit script, then it's gonna be my own bullshit and I'm gonna write it, said the angry chocolate man.......still, who would tell a man to stop dreaming? A man's got nothing but a dream....even if it's bullshit....
”What the hell is life really all about? Is it supposed to be about this mythical American dream of getting rich? Is it about the chase? What are we supposed to chase? What was the chase indeed like to live the hell-enriched experience of my ancestors dammit?” What were they to chase? Freedom? How can a man give another man freedom? Only God can give that and he already did it once. So what was being returned to the ancestors, "the idea of being free?" Something has been criminally taken without their authority? And here it was being returned with a wink.....Certainly life couldn't be about getting rich, with the hand our ancestors were dealt…pick yourself up by the bootstraps? What bootstraps? Be a dreamer?...What dream should broken-hearted dreamers dream with the trials they face from the hands they were dealt? Do they dream or just scream silently into the nightmare? That is the question…..Call me angry if you want....kinda, but not consumed with it....wouldn't you be angry? Do not deceive yourselves, observing from priviledged perspective. If you wouldn't be a bit angry too, then how about choosing to try on these shoes of mine and walk in them for awhile? Walk of this leveled field..... come on now...experience the fullness of the walk of this American's Dream.....come on baby...you know the drill boy!The life-view contradiction of “Death of a Salesman” between Willy and Biff, and whether one should allow 'someone else dream' to become yours and whether you allow it to become the death of you, is really up to you. Just don't stop dreaming....
…And when I saw that, I realized that selling was the greatest career a man could want. ’Cause what could be more satisfying than to be able to go, at the age of eighty-four, into twenty or thirty different cities, and pick up a phone, and be remembered and loved and helped by so many different people?
…I saw the things that I love in this world. The work and the food and the time to sit and smoke. And I looked at the pen and I thought, what the hell am I grabbing this for? Why am I trying to become what I don’t want to be . . . when all I want is out there, waiting for me the minute I say I know who I am….a diamond is hard and rough to the touch…he’s a man way out there in the blue, riding on a smile and a shoeshine
……… a salesman has got to dream, boy…that's what I'm rappin about....are you feel'in my beat?
Confucious said, ……… a salesman has got to dream, boy…that's what I'm rappin about....are you feel'in my beat?
“The gem cannot be polished without friction, nor man perfected without trials.”
“When it is obvious that the goals cannot be reached, don't adjust the goals, adjust the action steps.”
“I hear and I forget. I see and I remember. I do and I understand.”
I hope the tragically abstruse love message of this writing can somehow be an inspirational blessing of hope and the important knowledge of choosing “your own dream of joy“ and not necessarily material riches alone, as you face your trials of life. Dreams have purpose and shouldn’t be hollow. After all….it is only a day dream and you can awaken inside the dream to change its effect; or you can wait and someday you will be awakened…and the dream will be over…choose.
“The man who moves a mountain begins by carrying away small stones.”
Beloved....let us love one another in our dream....for if we do not have love of OneAnother, there is no dream...there is only the truth of the nightmare....oh yes, please forgive the colorful language....I'm not mad....my spirit is...
– igman’031112
