Embalming Fluid

Don't you just hate the stale atmosphere of a funeral home? It's that disturbing fragrance of bland embalmed death. You leave and your entire body has been penetrated with a stagnant gag, brought on from the subtle reek of formaldehyde.

Don't blame the funeral home, it just reminds you of your problem! Your problem is that your entire life has become a poisonous embalmed carcass. You reek of stagnant death and your stench clings to everyone you come in contact with.

Now that you are mad, let's go back to when and how you died.

Actually, it died before you were born. No this isn't some deep spiritual journey, but it is a serious look at where it all went wrong. What once gave you and I purpose was the "body" politic. (the political structures of life and governance that we were forced to participate in out of survival)

Our importance to the rest of mankind could be discovered in the daily confrontations and resolutions that resulted from being a part of that body politic.

Today our "body" is dead and hacked up. The few interactions we do have are splintered and superficial - certainly no place for marrow and real life. TV divides us from reality, email divides from reality, even this blog does not bring back the fullness of the body!

We could all gripe about the evils of a world of isolation. However, as bad as isolation is, it is not my point today!

My problem is the funeral home I have created to preserve the dead body. As if possessed with a necromancer dream of communing with the dead, we pump gallon after gallon of deadly "formal-de-hyde" into our dead structures to preserve them. Our systems and structures no longer have any guts, we've siphoned them into clay pots and replaced them with cotton fluff and sickening limp spatter that we call politics.

It is time to leave our "damned" things and re-discover our guts, our life, our PASSION! Sever your ties to that old crap you called business, the butt kissing you called politics, and the waste of time you called church!

Yeah, I think "life" is out there, but I know for danged sure it ain't in "here", this current place we think is so great!

Stop worrying about re-animating your dead boss of your limp co-worker. Find some life, get some guts, and bring life back to YOUR POLITIC!

After all, the Greeks said "bios" (purposeful life) was in participating with the polis. Find your polis, your axis, your center and LIVE! It takes your giving yourself away to that polis. Trust me, you give it all to the polis and that polis will give you life! (bios!)