Dr. Charles T. Tart on October 24th, 2015

From Sarcasm To Blessing: Setting The Perceptual Filters

I was looking for something to read with my breakfast today, and found a book by Mark Twain, Letters from the Earth, which I had picked up from our local library’s free box.  Who can resist a free box?  And I’ve always admired Mark Twain for his wry wit.

Mark Twain

This is a collection of Twain’s writings which were published after his death, according to his wish.  He figured he would be arrested if they were published while he was alive.

For example, he’s talking about the way humans have invented their own concepts of God and heaven, and writes

“You know what the human race enjoys, and what it doesn’t enjoy.  It has invented a heaven out of its head, all by itself: guess what it is like!  In 1500 eternities you couldn’t do it.  The ablest mind known to you or me in 50 million aeons couldn’t do it.  Very well, I will tell you about it.”

  1. “First of all, I recall to your attention the extraordinary effect with which I began. To wit, that the human being, like the immortals, naturally places sexual intercourse far and away above all other joys – – yet he is left it out of his heaven!  The very thought of it excites them; opportunity sets him wild; in this state he will risk life, reputation, everything – – even his queer heaven itself – – to make good that opportunity and ride it to the overwhelming climax.…  Yet it is actually as I have said: it is not in their heaven; prayer takes its place.”

Or another paragraph further down,

  1. “In man’s heaven everybody sings! The man who did not sing on earth sings there; the man who could not sing on earth is able to do it there.  This universal singing is not casual, not occasional, not relieved by intervals of quiet; it goes on all day long: in every day, during a stretch of 12 hours.  And everybody stays; whereas an earth the place would be empty in two hours.  The singing is of hymns alone.…”

And two paragraphs further down,

  1. “Meantime, every person is playing on a harp – – those millions and millions! – whereas not more than 20 in the thousand of them could play an instrument on the earth, or ever wanted to.”

Since I woke up with a headache, the negative attitude of Twain’s sarcasm fit right in.  Indeed, there was what psychologists call a secondary gain, I might be in pain and somewhat ashamed to be part of this ridiculous human race, but, on the other hand, I was one of the superior ones who appreciated the insanity of it all.

I finished breakfast, put down Mark Twain, and went on to the work of the day.  Mostly forgetting about what I’d read, but with a certain negative undercurrent running through things.  Then after lunch, since my wife is away, I went shopping for groceries.  I had negative expectations, I don’t like crowds, and Twain had reminded me what idiots all us human beings are anyway.  But, to my amazement, after I’d been a few minutes in the grocery store, I noticed how many smiling people were talking to other smiling people.  I noticed the clerk in my line, who must’ve been working for hours by then with one customer after another, talking with them and smiling at them, and it looked completely genuine!  She was enjoying her day.  All these people around me, who must be subject to the normal vicissitudes of human life were demonstrating – – not really “demonstrating,” they were just living it – – the simple pleasantries that we can have from being human.

It reminded me of a poem someone at a lecture of minded introduced me two years ago (W. B. YeatsThe Winding Stair and Other Poems), and which impressed me so much that I memorized it.

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My 50th year had come and gone

I sat a solitary man

In a crowded London shop

An open book an empty cup

On the marble table-top.

 

While on the shop and Street I gazed

My body of a sudden blazed;

And 20 minutes more or less,

It seemed so great my happiness,

That I was blessed and could bless.

 

 

Now I wish I could say that I was experiencing some incredible feeling of blessing myself, but no, I was quite within the range of ordinary human happiness, and I liked the people around me and indeed blessed them in my quiet way.

What a simple demonstration of how our beliefs and feelings can selectively alter our perception to coincide with our ongoing beliefs and feelings.  This morning, a headache, witty sarcasm, a reminder of what a shitty world we live in, the horrible way people treat each other, their foolishness about it, and so what if I was a little superior to the great mobs, I was caught in it too.  This afternoon, a simple rejoining of the human race, there’s a lot of nice people out there and I like/love them and wish them the best!

 

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3 Responses to “From Sarcasm To Blessing: Setting The Perceptual Filters”

  1. Ken says:

    Mr. Tart,

    First of all, let me say that you are one of my favorite people to read or listen to in the world. I’m a 32 year old New Yorker working within advertising. Since a kid, I’ve been highly interested in understanding consciousness, ESP, Parapsychology; everything mind related. It’s always great to hear your thoughts; thank you for sharing your perspective with this insane world/dream/conscious collective we live in…I wonder what the concepts of heaven were like in ancient times…why the harp? Why not a band of angels with God’s beautiful voice leading the way? Anyway, Mark Twain’s sarcasm made me laugh today. And I know how it feels to be in crowds – especially being from NYC – but once in a while you do see genuine caring, kindness, and joy in people. People create their own little heavens here on Earth and it makes me smile and feel better – less anxious in curiosity of what lies after “life”. Aside from this, or perhaps not, what are your thoughts on synchronicity? Have you ever had an experience as this – I had a week that 95% of the time I looked at the clock around the city, on my phone, at train stations, at a bar, work, it read: 5:43, 2:43, 1:43 and so on. Even waking up in the middle of the night – 3:43am. Do you think that my mind began searching for this :43 and conditioned itself to receive just this number? Or was it just chance/luck? I’ve had many other experiences of this sort that I would love to tell you about. This is one I thought I should mention to you…Thanks CTT!

    • Could be the Universe telling you something via synchronicity, could be you’re just making too much of coincidence. Or some mixture. My best guess is that if you don’t get too attached to what you make of things, but use your reactions as stimuli to keep you looking, keep you thinking, it’s all excellent.

      A possible personal experiment: for the next 10 days, decide you will interpret everything that happens to you as having special meaning, not just happening, not just ordinary meaning. How does that feel? Then for contrast the next 10 days interpret it all as having no special meaning at all. How does that feel? With the proviso that you don’t do anything stupid while altering your reactions this way….

      We need meaning. We also can so easily go overboard and project meaning where there’s nothing special…

    • Penny says:

      Ken,

      I read your letter to Dr Tart with great interest, especially the part about synchronicity.

      Have you ever visited Roberta Grimes at robertagrimes.com? You should go there and ask your question in her blog spot about synchronicity. She would have much to say on the subject.

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