I will attempt to retrace my steps. I will be relying solely on memory as I did not record this anyplace else. This will be only the 3rd time I share this.
Before I dive into this let me just clear the air on the word Epiphany. The connotation most associate with this word is from the divine or the spiritual. Both of these words belong to religion or to those who believe in a higher power or being or energy. Epiphanies, for the most part, are linked and will probably be linked forever to the supernatural.
I beg to differ. I am not trying evoke a supernatural spirituality or a moment of “touching” the divine. This is my story. My epiphany.
***
Nothing special about the day. I had spent the morning looking for work. Looking for work became a full time job without pay and I tried to break up the monotony of sending resumes and taking psychological profile exams with bike rides to keep my sanity.
I rode that day from the house and down the road. I live about 5 miles from the Pacific Ocean. I took one of the longer routes that day. I opted to head north instead of west (directly to ocean). I had my ipod on and away I went.
I rode to the end of the bike path and turned around. The ride back home was nice and quiet. My music keeping me company.
I don’t usually wear headphones when I ride. Although I try to stay on the Bike Path (paved path along the beach) I will inevitably ride on the street for a fair portion. This day I opted to wear them the entire ride.
I was coming up on the final hill before I get to the street that takes me home. As I hit the top of the hill and made my left the following song started to play:
I couldn’t help but picture a feather… I was quickly flooded with images from the movie itself. Tom Hanks waving at Lt. Dan from a busted up pier and then falling into the water. The Bench. The shoes.
Then my mind started to drift.
My mind became the feather. Instead of floating and landing on a shoe…
I felt as though I left my body. I had the sensation that I could see myself riding my bike. I then hovered over my pedaling self and up, up, and away…
I paused, as though viewing my position on Google Maps, at about 500 feet. Still following my progress.
Then to 2,000 feet. I had to squint to make myself out.
At 30,000 feet, forget it. I couldn’t see myself. But I could see the curvature of the earth. Higher.
I was now at around the same level as the International Space Station. Our Blue Marble still dominated my sight.
Pull out even further. The Sun, still bright, was rising from behind our Moon. That was beautiful.
Out further. I was now slowly moving out further and further. I passed Saturn. I was approaching our heliosphere. I saw Voyager. I passed Voyager.
The entire time I somehow managed to keep a fixed position on Earth. I knew exactly where it was even if I could not really “make it out”.
The music kept playing.
I passed quickly out of our solar system and out of the Milky Way. As I did, I felt – physically felt this – the hair stand on end on my back, arms, legs…
My mind had traveled outside of the MIlky Way. And it kept going.
My mind suddenly, yet slowly, started to turn. My point of view was no longer back to Earth. I was turning my back to Earth and out to see the direction I was traveling in. Facing the vastness of the universe. Our Universe.
It was grand. It was vast. It was gorgeous.
It stopped. I stopped. I was weightless. I was able to move in any direction. I could turn and look back and where I knew Earth would be.
Somewhere. Out there.
Then I began to wonder how far I had traveled. What would Earth look like once I got back. It would be different. It wouldn’t be the same. Everyone I knew would no longer exist and anyone who knew anyone I knew would also be long gone. No one would be alive that would have heard any stories about anyone I knew.
Would I come back? If so, to what?
POOF!
I was back. I was on my bike. I was crying.
It was strange. It was elation and rejection at once. It was the highest happiness and the lowest deepest sadness at once. It was joy and horror. It was pain and euphoria. It was intense heat and bone chilling cold…. at once. Every opposite you could imagine and those that don’t come to mind…. meeting.
Existence and then non-existence.
Relevant and Irrelevant.
I pedaled.
I was everything and I was nothing. Simultaneously.
I am going to open the gates and just let some words fall out of my soul and onto the screen. Like, read, listen, or comment… I don’t mind. Again, this is for me. If it turns into a conversation, great. If not, great.
I recently saw this film. Twice to be precise. I may even see it again. Saw it in 3D and 2D. Great. (This is coming from someone who “hated” Star Trek for most of his life.) Enjoy.
***
I have been at this job thing for about a month. What a treat. I am still stunned to witness the antiquated and mind-numbing repetitiousness of busy work for the sake of busy work vs. streamlining. If I had any hair to pull out I would. Instead, I am further frustrated follically. Ugh.
***
The universe is so huge and so vast and so beautiful and so incredibly unaware that we exist… That’s enough to give me pause and let most things go. Anger. Pain. Disappointment.
***
Toying with a variety of business ideas and concepts. Some great and require huge sums of money and others that are more attainable and sustainable and creates possibilities to those that don’t have the access… ah. So much and so little at once.
***
Epiphany. Ever have one? What was it like? I had one. I can’t remember if I told anyone about it. I might have. I won’t bore myself with repeating it here, unless I haven’t… someone might ask. Or not. Doesn’t matter. It was my epiphany and mine alone. It would be like trying to convey the “experience” of the Grand Canyon by way of a polaroid picture. Same for the Giant’s Causeway. The Canadian Rockies.
***
I hate ignorance that leads to stupidity.
***
I understand that we need to keep things moving but to not take the time to review and to make changes to improve things… is sad.
I have a couple of weeks under my belt. I have to be brutal and admit that the management team is at best disconnected. Usually, and I mean this is in the most constructive of ways, they bicker and lead in completely opposite directions; leaving the front line management team looking – er – stupid.
Luckily, the folks being managed, recognize that it’s not “us”.
Last night (I work the night shift) I get an email from my leerless feeder. He asks me to complete two tasks. Both tasks are not difficult at all. Make copies (ten) and leave them on the leerless feeders desk and call some of the support staff to come in early for some indoctrination training. Simple enough.
The tasks are mired in jargon that not a single person understood. Trust me. I have no problem asking for help. I did. I received completely blank stares.
“You need what for what?”
“Uh, you want what?
My high school History teacher had a sign on his wall. Eschew Obfuscation. I live by that.
So I send an email back. I need clarification on one point because I just don’t understand it. Acronyms that mean diddly are used to explain other acronyms that mean even less to me. Please explain what you mean and what you want done.
I then get an 11 paragraph response. Here is the summary:
A _____ is a _____.
Oh. I didn’t know that. Good to know. I will keep that in mind.
Jeesh.
So, I begin to tackle the second part. It seems straightforward enough. Find the most recent list of people who have YET to complete the – Basics of Fundamentalisms Training – and call in those that are working tomorrow. Ask them to come in early to complete the training. Ok. Easy, right?
I start by looking for the list of those who have NOT completed the Basics of Fundamentalisms Training (BFT). That was easy. Check the date. Two days ago. Awesome.
So far so good.
See if there is an newer version.
Nope.
I compare this list with the staffing schedule for tomorrow. Great. I can call a hand full of people. I will gently request that they come in a little earlier to complete the BFT.
I was able to confirm 75% attendance. The remaining 25% were left a message.
This morning we had 100% attendance. I guess my voicemail was effective. (Helps to toss in the word “mandatory” when gently asking someone to come in early.)
Great.
One would think that was great. Right?
Wrong.
I get an email this morning.
“Why was James invited to attend the BFT this morning? He completed this training two days ago. Did you bother to look up the list and see if it was updated before calling everyone to come in early?”
Well, I’ll be damned. Seriously?
I looked for the BFT training master log.
I found the BFT master log.
What am I missing?
“Did you not look in the file labeled: Chicken Feedings and Other Musings* ?”
Huh? I was looking for the BFT. Like you asked.
“Well, we keep the most current BFT in the CF&OM folder. When I ask for the BFT, please don’t think to look at the actual BFT log. Look for the Chicken Feedings and Other Musings folder. It’s in there.”
Yes.
Seriously.
*All trainings and training names appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real trainings, current or otherwise, is purely coincidental.
22
May
An Atheist and his Epiphany…
I will attempt to retrace my steps. I will be relying solely on memory as I did not record this anyplace else. This will be only the 3rd time I share this.
Before I dive into this let me just clear the air on the word Epiphany. The connotation most associate with this word is from the divine or the spiritual. Both of these words belong to religion or to those who believe in a higher power or being or energy. Epiphanies, for the most part, are linked and will probably be linked forever to the supernatural.
I beg to differ. I am not trying evoke a supernatural spirituality or a moment of “touching” the divine. This is my story. My epiphany.
***
Nothing special about the day. I had spent the morning looking for work. Looking for work became a full time job without pay and I tried to break up the monotony of sending resumes and taking psychological profile exams with bike rides to keep my sanity.
I rode that day from the house and down the road. I live about 5 miles from the Pacific Ocean. I took one of the longer routes that day. I opted to head north instead of west (directly to ocean). I had my ipod on and away I went.
I rode to the end of the bike path and turned around. The ride back home was nice and quiet. My music keeping me company.
I don’t usually wear headphones when I ride. Although I try to stay on the Bike Path (paved path along the beach) I will inevitably ride on the street for a fair portion. This day I opted to wear them the entire ride.
I was coming up on the final hill before I get to the street that takes me home. As I hit the top of the hill and made my left the following song started to play:
I couldn’t help but picture a feather… I was quickly flooded with images from the movie itself. Tom Hanks waving at Lt. Dan from a busted up pier and then falling into the water. The Bench. The shoes.
Then my mind started to drift.
My mind became the feather. Instead of floating and landing on a shoe…
I felt as though I left my body. I had the sensation that I could see myself riding my bike. I then hovered over my pedaling self and up, up, and away…
I paused, as though viewing my position on Google Maps, at about 500 feet. Still following my progress.
Then to 2,000 feet. I had to squint to make myself out.
At 30,000 feet, forget it. I couldn’t see myself. But I could see the curvature of the earth. Higher.
I was now at around the same level as the International Space Station. Our Blue Marble still dominated my sight.
Pull out even further. The Sun, still bright, was rising from behind our Moon. That was beautiful.
Out further. I was now slowly moving out further and further. I passed Saturn. I was approaching our heliosphere. I saw Voyager. I passed Voyager.
The entire time I somehow managed to keep a fixed position on Earth. I knew exactly where it was even if I could not really “make it out”.
The music kept playing.
I passed quickly out of our solar system and out of the Milky Way. As I did, I felt – physically felt this – the hair stand on end on my back, arms, legs…
My mind had traveled outside of the MIlky Way. And it kept going.
My mind suddenly, yet slowly, started to turn. My point of view was no longer back to Earth. I was turning my back to Earth and out to see the direction I was traveling in. Facing the vastness of the universe. Our Universe.
It was grand. It was vast. It was gorgeous.
It stopped. I stopped. I was weightless. I was able to move in any direction. I could turn and look back and where I knew Earth would be.
Somewhere. Out there.
Then I began to wonder how far I had traveled. What would Earth look like once I got back. It would be different. It wouldn’t be the same. Everyone I knew would no longer exist and anyone who knew anyone I knew would also be long gone. No one would be alive that would have heard any stories about anyone I knew.
Would I come back? If so, to what?
POOF!
I was back. I was on my bike. I was crying.
It was strange. It was elation and rejection at once. It was the highest happiness and the lowest deepest sadness at once. It was joy and horror. It was pain and euphoria. It was intense heat and bone chilling cold…. at once. Every opposite you could imagine and those that don’t come to mind…. meeting.
Existence and then non-existence.
Relevant and Irrelevant.
I pedaled.
I was everything and I was nothing. Simultaneously.
The song was somehow still playing.
***
This was my epiphany.
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