October 2, 2023

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Coming October 2, 2023 Nationwide Release of an exciting new book by Joe Broadmeadow and Bobby Walason. Pre-order now on Barnes & Noble. Pre-order on Amazon coming soon.

Angels, Devils, and Second Chances

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Mind Magic

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As a writer, words carry a special significance for me. I collect unusual ones, appreciate it when someone writes something that strikes a chord, and take pleasure in crafting a piece of work that entertains, enlightens, or challenges others.

But is it really the words, letters, or grammatical markings that make the magic? Or does magic really happen in the brain?

I just finished a book called The First Signs by Genevieve von Petzinger. The premise of the book is essentially that the symbols, i.e. letters etc., are meaningless. It is our understanding of those symbols that give them meaning. Without the context of understanding what the symbols represent, there is no meaning.

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For example, if an English-speaking person were to read the following, they might think it beautifully written, “How do I love thee? Let me count the ways…” But if we changed the symbols out for, say, Chinese, it might appear as just gibberish 我如何愛你? 讓我來計算一下 to us.

There is no meaning without a fundamental understanding of the symbolic nature of the lines and squiggles; a b c to our English speaker and 在一開 to our Chinese speaker.

The symbols merely trigger brain processes, they have no innate meaning. The meaning lies not in the symbols themselves but in the magic of the mind’s ability to transform them into thoughts. And our thoughts are conversations with ourselves. (I often listen to the voices, don’t you?)

Written language is a consensus where we reach a collective understanding to use symbols to trigger the shared meaning of concepts found only in our minds.

The magic of everything we see, hear, or feel happens only in our minds. Everything outside is without meaning or form without the magic in our brain. It is merely light reflected off the surface of an object and translated into concepts within our minds. Thus Plato’s allegory of the cave, questioning the need for the real world.

Reality happens when we think it into existence. Beyond a matrix. Beyond any imaginary concepts. The quantum reality of existence. Symbols, be they letters or glyphs, are just that without the magic.

A clever way to think of this is the Babblefish from The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Universe. (Please tell me you read this—the movie didn’t do it justice.) For those of you who may have missed the story, a babblefish is a creature capable of translating any language into one understood by the person equipped with such a companion. It is inserted in the ear where the babblefish leads a happy and useful life translating many languages. But what it really does is understand the universal concepts and questions,

Where is the Restaurant at the End of the Universe?

Where can I get something to eat?

How much for a vodka martini?

Where is the bathroom?

Thus it would seem while humanity has made great strides in populating the earth, it is still in the dark ages when it comes to a common language and system of writing. This, like all things, will change eventually. Even the doomed concept of Esperanto had its moments. It turned out to be the Beta tapes of language (look it up if you must) but it did spark some discussion.

To illustrate how things are constantly changing, think about the balance between spoken and written communication. In our earliest history primitive humans—Sapiens, Neanderthal, Heidelbergensis—developed language, simple yet effective as it was, to communicate information.

Where the Aurochs were. How far to water. Etc.

As human communication progressed, people developed written symbols (painted, etched, or carved into stone) to provide a more permanent “data storage” solution. A way to “record” their voice. But for the first millennia of human communication, it was almost exclusively spoken.

We lost these communications in the mists of history.

All through my generation on the earth, almost all of my communication with others was verbal. Of course, there are letters, notes, and other paper remnants of things we wrote , but we lost the majority to time.

Today, that balance between words spoken and written is changing. Social media has diminished the use of speaking to each other in favor of text, snapchats, and social media postings. I dare say that as the efficiency, reach, and speed of such systems increases, we may lose our ability for conversation.

Almost every conversation I had with friends and family growing up is forever lost to the past, inevitably altered by the fluidity of memory. In the case of today’s generation, there are petabytes (one thousand terabytes) of data storage with almost everything they’ve ever “said” online preserved for posterity.

Imagine everything you’ve ever said being available to recall and view all over again. I don’t know about you but the concept is chilling. While I’ve said some things I’m very proud of, there are an equal if greater amount better lost forever.

I couldn’t write things for people to read if there was no way to put it in front of them, be it on a screen or in a printed book. But conversation is an art. It is something intimate to be shared with our fellow humans, either a casual conversation with fellow traveler on a plane or in a coffee shop or with a child, lover, or friend.

Universities give out honorary degrees to people of note. They often entitled the degrees Doctor of Humane Letters. This is a formal way of saying a person whose words, actions, and/or writings have affected people and history.

What the title really implies is someone who has spoken to his fellow humans in the most profound way. It is the epitome of being human. It is the ultimate form of caring about your fellow beings. To spend time in conversation is to share one’s fundamental humanity.

Language lets us enter into another person’s thoughts and share the experience; We can never replace it with a symbol no matter how beautifully written. When you learned to speak, then read, then write, there was a reason speech had to come first. It is the foundation of all communication. Everything else is just a method of transmission.

It can never be the message itself.  That requires magic.    

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Embracing the Comfort of Familiarity

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Here in Arizona, the birds seem to ignore the usual pattern of laying and hatching their young in the spring. While it is still the busiest of seasons for nesting, I recently noticed several fledglings preparing to leave the nest here in the “dry” heat of summer.

Or should I say, being encouraged, persuaded, and bribed to go? The fledglings themselves were a recalcitrant bunch.

What first drew my attention was a bit of an odd-looking sparrow. Hopping about on several branches, it first appeared to be shaped like a young duckling. Being in the middle of the desert, miles from any meaningful lake, river, or even a significant puddle, this, of course, drew my eye and surprised me.

Once it hopped into a more well illuminated area, I could see it was not a duckling but a young, Brown-crested flycatcher. He, or she, was holding fast the familiar area of the nest.

Nearby, two adults were trying to lure the youngster away with food. She was having none of it. Screeching for them to deliver the food as it had been done all her life.

She was comfortable with the familiar.

As are we all.

Despite the reality of life being a series of changes, of comings and goings, of beginnings and endings, we cling to that which is familiar and resist change.

As infants, we crave the embrace of our parents, taking solace in the comfort it brings. Then, there comes the time when our parents pick us up for the last time. This brings a mixed feeling of newfound independence and a bit of a sense of loss for what we thought would last forever.

All our lives we grow comfortable with our daily lives only to have some unknown element arrive that changes everything. Like the fledgling bird, we are pushed and prodded to leave the nest.

Our fear of the unknown competing against the excitement of new experiences.

Psychiatrist R. D Laing, who delved into existential philosophy, postulated there are three common fears shared by most humans,

Death, new people, and being alone with your thoughts.

Each of these are examples of new things happening.

Meeting new people can pose a challenge. Over time, experience teaches us that first impressions are as often wrong as they are right, thus the reticence of bringing new people into the fold. Yet, without meeting someone new, we’d never have friends and lovers, shared experiences, or memories, and that would be a greater loss.

Being alone with one’s thoughts I found particularly intriguing. As a writer, I spend a great deal of time living inside my head thinking about things to write. And it is often the experiences of new things or people that plant the seed for an idea or story.

Death, along with birth, the only two experiences shared by every human, is the most difficult to accept and is the ultimate change. No one knows with any certainty what lies after the experience. There are hopes, suppositions, and speculations, but little else.

I find it odd how something we cannot avoid no matter how hard we try causes so much anxiety in most people. All the time one spends worrying about, preparing for, or praying to augment what happens after you die is time wasted when you could devote it to living.

As I watched that young bird’s tentative, but hesitant, first “steps” into a life away from the nest, I couldn’t help but wonder if hanging on to things that comfort us is the cushion absorbing the shock of new things. Its grip is not so powerful as to prevent us from living life and the experiences that come with it.

We are the better for it.

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Gun Problem SOLVED!

A simple solution to the gun problem in the US…

Stop reporting them

Sort of “don’t ask, don’t tell, hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil, out of sight, out of mind, you didn’t see anything” policy.

Nothing to see here, everything is just fine.

If it bleeds, it leads, unless there is a gun involved. Then we bury the story along with the victims.

The only exception is if it involves a police officer as the shooter. Then, we canonize the victim and ostracize the cop.

Problem solved. We can focus on things we care about, like the Kardashians (the first alien contact!) or some reality TV show.

MAGI Make All Guns Invisible

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I Don’t Recall Booking This

During one of my recent forays online to deal with Medicare and other age-related matters, I received a message to take advantage of my Silver and Fit benefits. What are they you might ask?

Well, they are one of those things you get for being old. They don’t call it that, oh no. Instead, they hire talented novelist wannabes to craft creative ways to make it seem like an adventure.

Once you become eligible for Medicare, you are now on a Journey (queue the Celestial Music.)

The journey is called the Aging Journey.

What?

I have taken many journeys. And for every single one, the planning begins with picking a destination. These journeys do not have to involve far-off destinations or involve elaborate plans, but they have to end up somewhere.

They do not have to involve hours, days, or weeks of travel.

They do not have to involve multiple modes of transportation.

Sometimes the journey may be as simple as your favorite breakfast spot or pub.

Sometimes it may involve another town, county, or state.

Sometimes it may involve a whole different country.

I hope to live long enough to leave the earth to visit the moon or Mars.

But never, in all my times of planning journeys, did it ever involve getting old and dying.

This journey certainly fits the bill of philosophers and songwriters who talk of the journey as being more important than the destination. It is certainly more mysterious. And it is the only journey we all get booked on at the moment of birth.

It’s the boarding pass for being alive. Some get first class, some coach, some cling to the sides, but all board the same train.

We most likely will not know when the journey ends, how the journey ends, or where the journey ends. Depending on your philosophy about leaving this mortal coil, you may never know the details at all. Only those left behind will.

Nevertheless, the Aging Journey will, in a continuously speeding up passage of time, arrive at the journey’s end.

I hope the destination is far off in the future for all of you. And I hope, when the journey inevitably ends, you can look back and say, “Thanks, what a ride.”

Age well, my friends, Enjoy the journey.

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