Fuck this shit universe filled with festering blackness, and swarming with shallow, single-minded humans focused on crystallizing aspects of the material universe and putting it into their bank accounts, transmuting real experience into imaginary numbers, which then they ascribe to how good they’re doing, like some evil satanic score.
It’s a beautiful idea, that heartbreak is actually your ego cracking. The moment that cracks, you’re in the experience of truth; and when you’re in the experience of truth, that’s when you can really become who you are. But to get to who you are, it’s like when a bone heals the wrong way, that’s what a lot of people’s entire personality is! It’s like a bone that grew the wrong way. And it needs a fuckin’, a snap! A crack! You need that! That initial fucking thing, and it hurts. We’re pain avoiding creatures, so we think that–We’re always running from this pain, but the problem is, as we’re running away from pain, we’re still exactly in pain.
Get out of the shrieking, howling, confusing, endless download of the mind and into the heart… there are moments where it feels as though I have been living in this mansion or temple or house, which is my body and there is this whole other part of the house. It’s almost as though I have been living on the porch, that’s the way to put it, if you’ve been living in your head it’s like you’ve been living on the porch with the barking dogs. It’s like you’ve been living on the porch in front of a mansion with a bunch of yapping dogs and suddenly you realize that the door is unlocked and you can walk into the spacious, expansive, beautiful place that has a feeling of familiarity to you because when you were a kid that’s where you lived. That’s the place where you hung out all the time, but at some point you decided that you’d rather go sit on the porch with barking dogs that yap and howl and endlessly bark about taxes and money and things you should’ve done and things you didn’t do. It’s a noisy porch up there in the brain, but the heart (another overused term) it’s another place altogether and when you go into that place suddenly you get out of the mind, get out of the endless yapping of the brain and you get into this still place where suddenly there isn’t as much to say because you’re just experiencing what is… Just being here now. Be here now.
Fix the world, Duncan. You’re the king, how do you fix the world?
Obviously, you start off by paying teachers the amount that we pay doctors. Pay teachers a shitload of money. Pay them what you pay actors. Have like the academy awards for the best teachers. Make it the most competitive industry to get into so that only those really brilliant people can become teachers. They can teach the kdis how incredible and beautiful the universe is. Teach them all about Feynman. Start with the kids, get them educated, get them excited about life, get them to understand that we exist in a beautiful, juicy, vibrant world and that your brain is a laboratory which can produce thoughts, and if you put those thoughts into action, they can transform your entire planet. They can transform the planet in the same way that the invention of electricity or the variants of technology that have come from the mind have shifted our planet completely, and perhaps, perpetually. You teach kids that. The mind is a laboratory from which every single innovation that has affected our species come. Teach them that it is a computer and that there are different operating systems for it that they can decide on. Bring them into a visceral experience of the beauty of life, instead of putting them in little boxes and making them sit on uncomfortable seats and listen to underpaid angry people. Some teachers are great, but some teachers are not treated with any respect so they are phoning it in. And that's what makes kids, when they think about reading or books or math, have the same reaction you have when you’ve gotten a tequila hangover and someone offers you tequila.
This is what I know for sure. I’m going to blink…and I will be dying. I know that based on the way time moves. Cause I can blink and just think I was just in college…blink…here. Which means that I’m going to blink again, and I’m going to be watching my nephew’s graduation from high school. And I’m going to blink again and I will have had a stroke or whatever the thing…Knowing that and keeping that close to my heart it makes me less inclined to go against my impulses.
When you’re born, you’re ejected out of a vagina, hurtling through the universe towards death at the speed of time…the vagina is the portal from which all human life emerges, the source of life, yet nobody wants to talk about it. You come out of a vagina, and as soon as you’re out you’re told not to talk about where you came from.
Keep the truth on your side… Because, in this world you’re going to end up in so many conversations where you have no idea whether you’re full of shit or not… So the fallback has to be that you tend your own garden, speak from experience, and be honest about how you really feel -including, not being afraid to not know how you feel about the 8 billion things you do not know how to feel about…
Dan Harmon on The Duncan Trussell Family hour; Nov. 11 2013; 01:08:00
If you can forgive yourself, then you will no longer see the reflection of your own internal judgment in the faces of the people around you. And if you can do that, then suddenly you’ll be in a whole different universe because the universe we all exist in is the one where we’re all so terrified of the judgment of our peers.