Another Philosophical Tangent

Oh my, here I go again.  I was checking James Owen’s blog today.  http://coppervale.livejournal.com/  Why?  Because I’m an Internet addict, but that’s a tale for another post.  I see he’d made another memorable post yesterday.  I’ll paste it in here:

“There’s a metaphor that I’ve assembled (in bits and pieces) from several friends and mentors, which I call The Synchronicity Freeway.

The Synchronicity Freeway is very, very central to my life, and how I live it.

Things happen the way they are supposed to, guided (or driven, or whatever word fits here for you – many do), and it’s not our job to try to work out every little detail along the way – because we can’t see everything. Not even a fraction of everything.

A mentor once described his version of the SF as riding in a car that he had no control over. He didn’t control the speed, the direction, or the destination. His job, he said, was just to keep the windshield clear.

Inspiration; spirit; the universe; God; whatever you want to call it, I believe there is something greater than us that we can tune into as we move through our lives. And it can be done (sometimes) as well by not focusing or pressing for a solution or direction or stability of any kind – but by simply being receptive. By accepting, calmly, even subconsciously, that something more appropriate is in the offing.

By, basically, keeping the windshield clear.

I’ve had as many positive things in my life happen by NOT doing things as by actively seeking them; and more by NOT struggling against the bad things that have happened – but instead letting them flow over me, confident in the fact that The Synchronicity Freeway moves as it moves, and I’ll see what I need to see. As long as I keep the windshield clear.”

I’ve never thought of it that way, but it makes sense.  Just keep looking forward and keep a vigilant eye and things won’t catch you by surprise.  Too often, we let ourselves get distracted, or we spend too much time looking back at the past.  I know I’m particularly susceptible to the latter.  Maybe it’s time to just face things as they come.

Romantic Underground

The Romantic Underground. Y’ever hear of it? I’ve only heard it mentioned before, never explained. Even then, I only heard it mentioned once, on one of the most epic monologues ever.

I am the Leviathan of pop culture.

My strides encompass vast territories; my footsteps shaping the landscape. My thoughts will be their obsessions; my whims their rapacious desires.

I will be relentless. I will be ruthless. I will be strong. I will be unstoppable. Not because it is the option I choose, but because there is no other option.

I am of the Romantic Underground, and we cannot be stopped, because we do not acknowledge the rules of those who wish to stop us. They have no power, no authority, no influence which we do not wish them to have.

We are of a lineage that includes more than writers and artists accustomed to being beaten down, marginalized, and humiliated. We are of the lineage of Ozymandias and Alexander, and we will take everything that can be hurled at us, shrug it off, move ahead, and claim the territory that belongs to those willing to pay the price to claim it.

We’re not IN publishing. We’re at war. And I don’t intend to lose.”

-James A. Owen

Like I said, epic monologue. But I never knew what the Romantic Underground was. Even through the wonder that is Google, I was only able to find one website that really shed light on the subject, if somewhat skeptically. http://www.infinityplus.co.uk/nonfiction/romanticunderground.htm It’s a bit long-winded, but if you cut past the crap, it’s informative. Put simply, it’s an alleged organization of writers who favor the surreal. Most people in it deny association. I say alleged because there’s no evidence of existance other than what we’re told by the authors who do admit to being in it, such as James A. Owen, featured above.

I’ve always been interested in underground or secretive societies like this one. From the Freemasons to the Mafia, I find them fascinating. And we already know I like cultural shifts and movements. This has both of them, to a much lesser extent. It’s almost like Dada meets the Bohemian Trio. Cool, no? Also, never talk about fight club. Never talk about fight club.