Taskless

Yesterday was a days full of enigmas. I went for a walk with no intended destination. I haven't done that since I lived in Winthrop. I felt an urge to have bacon and eggs for breakfast so I cooked them. It is a breakfast I have not had in quite some time. I did not watch the cooking shows on PBS. Foodies are in danger of becoming like wine aficianados. It has always amused me when I read that a certain wine is wonderful because it has hints of flint, tobacco, and oak. Yum Yum! So does gunpowder.
I decided to try meditating. I guess the idea is to try to concentrate on one thing. How can that happen? Every time I try, my mind is racing with myriad thoughts and memories. The wheels are always turning. The only time I ever remember being able to do that was when I was learning real time editing. Extraneous thoughts would lead to a loss of concentration and had to be eliminated.
I awoke in the middle of the night and, to my surprise, the answer to the question of the last two days was not there. I seem to remember that refugees were carrying their idol because it could not walk on its feet of clay. Mixed in are flashes of feet of clay and jewels all smashed up. I looked in the Book and found references to the refugees. The other reference comes from Daniel. The mental RPMs redlined. The Babylonians called their idol Bel, which became Marduk. Early Canaanites and maybe Hebrews reference El. Could that have become Elohim? B is hard to carve in stone so just the E and the L may have sufficed. It did for Scandinavian runes. That lead to further rumblings of gray matter. Sanskrit Deus to Zeus to Deux. Back came the memory of an Arthur C. Clarke story about the names of God, a Tibetan monastery, and a computer. Up in the night sky the stars were slowly winking out. Concentrate on one thing? SUUURE!
So I got up this morning and awoke my dear companion Netscape. There it was "Moses was on drugs on Mount Sinai!". I have read a lot about Moses and feel that Moses is the most pitiable figure in the Book. He goes up on one mountain and meets the most powerful force in the universe, omnipotent and incapable of failure. He takes on a task that he feels is doomed to failure. On his way to Egypt, that homicidal deity tries to kill him and fails. How would you feel if you were the only one that was a witness to to that failure? He leads his people out of Egypt but not before they manage to get a whole lot of stuff from the Egyptians. "Where did you get that stuff?". "Someone gave it to me.". Why did the Egyptians chase them? Maybe they wanted their stuff back. Then his brother and his sister start trying to grab some of his job. He goes up on another mountain, sounds like a nice way to get away from squabbling siblings and stiff necked looters. He comes down with stone tablets, he and his brother the stone carver. Is there a B in Aramaic? He has to wear a veil all the time and the rules seem to have a lot of references to how leprosy will be handled. He finally gets close to where he is going and he is not allowed to go there. Forty years of tramping through the landscape and no respite. One last thing comes to mind. What would the world be like now if instead of saying "Take off your shoes!", the deity had said "Recite!"?
Sure Nils, all you have to do is concentrate on one thing. Is a lobotomy covered by my medical plan?