MD:Pure Gold Metaphor Volume Five

From: Daniel Colonnese (
Date: Sat May 12 2001 - 17:20:43 BST

Imagine a box frame street carriage, manís literal flesh and blood. Next,
imagine this carriage, pulled by a hoarse, manís biological qualities
stupidly marching forward. A hoarse that is only useful to man when itís
alive and healthy. When the hoarse stops doing its job we say that man has
ďkicked the bucketĒ. And imagine the man on top of this carriage, the low
life taximan ďjust getting byĒ and ďhoping he has a good night.Ē He is
master over the hoarse and subservient to the man in the carriage. So the
taximan will take a little bit of the money they give him to buy food for
the hoarse. And heíll buy some liquor and feed the hoarse straw. So the
hoarse never gets the real nourishment it needs. The taximan is like the
horse, blindly doing the same thing each day, incapable of making any
decision, just taking orders. Oneís taximan is wearing a sort of blinders,
just like the hoarse is wearing blinders. And the taximan is a servant to
the man riding in the carriage. The man who is on his way to intellectual
pursuits. Heís going to a play or a concert. Or an important business
meeting during the day. And this is the man actually capable of steering
the carriage. Actually capable of deciding where to go. This man is
unaware of the taximan, and can just pretend that smelly drunk on the roof
just isnít there. The man inside the carriage considers himself more
important and better than the taximan, and the hoarse is equally invisible.
The man inside the carriage is also automatically going about his life, so
as manís unconscious mind is unaware of itís environment, and the place the
carriage is going to go, his conscious mind is directed at itís environment.
  Constantly re-created itself in a new context. Constantly changing itís
mind as to where it wants to go. Coming and going like taxifare in the
night. For the carriage has no one destination, for it has no one master.
And a man goes through life, like this carriage, blindingly trotting from
one place to another. The horses and taximan and fares change as the cab
grows older, but itís patterns of behavior do not change. Man lives his
sleeping hours as he spends his waking hours, mechanically obeying these
different parts of himself, mechanically obeying his needs for the moment,
unaware that thereís no oneís steering the carriage. You are what you do
repeatedly. Now for man to wake up and take control of this carriage, these
patterns of behavior cannot change on their own. Only an external event,
something coming from some place other than the whole horse-carriage system
can alter the course of a manís life in any real way. Only if some external
force, say the business that owns the carriage or the cityís police, could
stop the horseís in mid-stride and freeze the carriage exactly where it was.
  And make the taximan and hoarse and the man inside the carriage realize
that they are just obeying their own desires and are oblivious to the
automatic nature of their actions. The force of change cannot come from
inside the carriage system, it must come from an organization with a higher
purpose. Thus to abandon oneís mechanical nature: one must learn from one
who knows. Not just stop in front of the traffic cop who is also just
automatically obeying a set a preexisting patterns. Who might just stop for
a second to give a bump on the head, but no permanent changes. This
external force must be guided by something other than more blind mechanical
decisions, something other than the cloud of waking sleep that envelopes the
hoarse and carriage.

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