Grandma talk today:
Grandma remembered how she used to get the boys matching outfits to wear to school and did the whole twin gig until they came home and said, “Mama, people down here don’t dress like this,” and that was that, she said. “Shooooot yes, we took care of that.” They got themselves some blue jeans and whatever everyone else was wearing. They didn’t want to stand out anymore than they already did. She remembered them saying how they would have trouble with the other kids standing in the lunch line because people would, “Bless them out,” thinking they cut in line or went through twice. People didn’t know there were two of ‘em. Not to mention that they lived outside of town on a bus next to their house.
Grandma told me they split the boys up to take a test one time, each in a separate room, and both of them only missed one single word on the whole exam and it was the SAME WORD! I’ve been reading about morphic fields and morphic resonance and hearing this story I am reading about formative causation in a whole new light. Do twins pull from a collective memory? Do species pull from invisible but collective banks of habits?
Morphic field: a field within and around a morphic unit which organizes its characteristic structure and pattern of activity. Morphic fields underlie the form and behavior of holons or morphic units at all levels of complexity. The term morphic field includes morphogenetic, behavioral, social, cultural, and mental fields. Morphic fields are shaped and stabilized by morphic resonance from previous similar morphic units, which were under the influence of fields of the same kind. They consequently contain a kind of cumulative memory and tend to become increasingly habitual.
I tried okra in my eggs this morning. Pretty good but you gotta simmer them with the sweet corn and the onions in the skillet before you put the eggs in. Flavor it up with a little bit of basil or Butt Rub too, slow cook some bacon in the skillet next to it and you’ve got yourself a wonderful start to the day.
Have you ever noticed the flight pattern of a mosquito that’s buzzin’ in your ear and around your head and never seems to stop or stay still or repeat itself? I find that my point of awareness, that dot of focus that is the 7% of my brain I use at any given moment seems to bounce and dart around much the way that stupid mosquito does. BZzzzzZZzzzzzZZZzzz. From thought to thought to feeling to observation to hunger pang to thought to revelation to guilt trip to thirst and back to the bathroom and the thoughts in there. Always back to the bathroom, and sometimes in the shower. Now the shower I like because I can keep myself paying attention to the water, and even though that’s not one thing it’s still all over and enough to keep my mind on point, Aquapoint.
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Gone
Joack Johnson
Well look at all those fancy clothes
But these could keep us warm
Just like those.
And what about your soul
Is it cold
Is it straight from the mold
And ready to be sold.
And cars and phones and diamond rings
Bling, bling
Those are only the movable things
And what about your mind
Does it shine or
Are there things that concern you more
Than your time
Gone going
Gone everything
Gone give a damn
Gone be the birds when they don’t want to sing
Gone people
All awkward with their things
Gone
Look at you out to make a deal
You try to be appealing but you lose your appeal
And what about those shoes you’re in today
They’ll do no good
On the bridges you burnt along the way
You’re willing to sell anything
Gone with your herd
Leave your footprints
And we’ll shame them with our words
Gone people
All careless and consumed
Gone
Gone going
Gone everything
Gone give a damn
Gone be the birds if they don’t want to sing
Gone people
All awkward with their things
Gone
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