first thought upon waking today: the people i find myself actually wanting to get to know are those who are trying to get to know themselves.
a true friend is a compassionate collaborator in the endless search for meaning.
The World is like a ride in an amusement park, and when you choose to go on it you think it’s real, because that’s how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and round and round, and it has thrills and chills and is very brightly colored, and it’s very loud. And it’s fun, for a while.
Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they’ve begun to question, ‘Is this real, or is this just a ride?’, and other people have remembered, and they’ve come back to us and they say ‘Hey, don’t worry. Don’t be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride.’ and we KILL THOSE PEOPLE.
“Shut him up! We have alot invested in this ride! SHUT HIM UP! Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account, and my family. This has to be real.”
It’s just a ride.
But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that. You ever noticed that? And let the demons run amok. But it doesn’t matter, because … It’s just a ride.
And we can change it anytime we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings of money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear wants you to put bigger locks on your door, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead see all of us as one.
Here’s what we can do to change the world right now, to a better ride:
Take all that money we spent on weapons and defense each year and instead spend it feeding, clothing, and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and WE CAN EXPLORE SPACE, TOGETHER, BOTH INNER AND OUTER, forever … in peace.
Bill Hicks was the greatest comic I ever saw, and as the (former) wife of a standup comic, I saw a lot of comics.
I used to think Bill Hicks was the greatest comic because he was so sharp and so hilarious. (And I secretly admired him because would take down stupid hecklers mercilessly, in one dazzling, devastating swoop.)
But now that I am older and poor Bill Hicks is long gone and there has been no one else the likes of him come to take his place, I realize that the reason I loved Bill Hicks so much is that he was unafraid of the truth—or afraid and all “fuck it!”—and because at the heart of hearts of it all, he really and truly did it for love.
You just can’t tell how earnest he is because he so fucking smart. And such a fucking Texan.