Henry Miller was God (and so was Jack Kerouac)

Henry Miller was God (and so was Jack Kerouac). Now, I don't mean to offend anyone, but then again maybe subconsciously and ironically I do; yet the truth and reality behind my words remains to be seen and deciphered from the reader. When I say Henry miller was God, I mean exactly that ' Henry Miller was God. Jack Kerouac had a Godly bone too.

Miller and Kerouac alike both wrote, spoke, and lived what they saw in the modern men of their time. Miller saw the truth. Kerouac saw the same. Kerouac told of how the world was in his mind's eye, but never seemed to ridicule a soul. Instead, he wrote from experience and exclaimed his joy in words.

Traveling, they both did. They traveled from one place to the next always leaving the past, heading for the future, but living here and now. How wonderful a life to lead! Criticism rang out only for the insanity they saw not for the distinct individuals they met. Well, Miller had a few crass words to say, but the crassness was bellowed from his inner truth. Kerouac saw all men (and women) as one. They both did for that matter.

Neither man was truly a saint, but saintliness is where they were heading. Miller wrote of it in his words. Kerouac wrote of it in his life. They both radiate the God-like feature of life everlasting. Inner peace.

Unfortunately, I must add here, that both men lived in a uniquely different age than I ' yet ages and eras which both hold the same insane characteristics. Neither seemed mad, but wrote madly about the wrongs, the rights, and the in betweens. What more could a reader ask for? Their words jump off the page into the eyes and flow through the mind in wild wonder ' smacking the reader in the heart. It is not right or wrong that matters, they both said, but how one lives one's life.

Living is not easy, especially with so much negativity that invades our days. American, European - any country's workers toil and toil but nothing really comes of it. Nothing really results from the labors of our bodies and our minds. Nothing results but what already is ' the emergence of the unknown into our present moments of life. There is no control. No safety. No sanctity. No way to understand everything there is to understand. The key, however, is to understand whatever results and manifests in front of us. Whatever happens to come our way comes because that is the way it is supposed to come. It all unfolds in front of us whether we like it or not.

People run into problems with this simple concept more often than we think. People react to the situation rather than letting the situation react to them. What I mean is, something happens and it causes us to react a certain way. A way such as good, bad, anxious, angry, frightened, unsure, confused, raving, etc. What man forgets is that each individual is the world. A world that no one will ever understand but tries so hard to satisfy the unanswerable thirst to prove how he is right and others are wrong. Damn it, I say. Damn it ' it does not make sense! Hence, I will be stuck to live a life of laughing as I realize I've fallen into the same trap as everyone else.

Everyone cares what happens to them. The object is not to care what happens but accept that it is happening and move on through time keeping balance. Sure, some might say I'm a heartless shit for thinking this way. I think, however, that good ole Henry miller and Jack Kerouac would take me out for a beer at the tavern to celebrate my new found soul.

The soul, as it is called, is a great many things. To most on this vast world it is an insignificant thing. Hell, it was an insignificant thing to me only just ten or so years back. I was ignorant. I was a fool. Now I am just a traveling fool who realizes he is a fool for thinking so long that he was not that exact fool. I know, it seems like I'm talking in circles, but we go in circles every day. We wake up, get ready, drive to work, work (for way too long I must add), drive home, eat, drink, sleep, and then get up to do it all over again. We do these routines five days a week usually (at least), and each of us prays for five o'clock on Friday evening when we know we are no longer slaves to labor and can turn our minds off for a while.

The unfortunate aspect of this is that Monday through Friday we don't have enough time to get the basic needs and necessities of survival "done ' so we spend our free time Saturday and Sunday "doing these things in order to catch up for next week's working events. This cycle never allows us a period of bodily rest or spiritual renewal. We are forced from our birth to walk a road that runs in a circle ' never to break free from the yellow lines and colored lights that direct us down our empty, circular path. It's not fair, but we do it. The question is, why?

It does not seem as if we are forced to, but we are. We are coerced, more or less, by the way the system is set up. We are coerced to sacrifice our lives the minute we breathe the Earth's atmospheric air. And, unfortunately, that first breath is already contaminated by those who preceded us. The air is full of not only pollutants but the stifling smell of negativity and death. Death is the only end to life. Life is the beginning of death. But how do we spend the in between? How do we spend the time between life and death? How are we supposed to enjoy this life?

If you ask anyone those questions, they will have an answer. Not only an answer, but they will also be 100% sure they are right. Billions of people with billions of different ideas. How can any one person be right? When will we see, it's not about right or wrong, but how one lives one's life in the moment?