Of the Balance Universal, a continual cycle of birth and death, loss and renewal is evidenced.
I observe the Buddha, the original, not the Baskin Robbins version or the McFlurry flavor.
The rich guy that sat beneath the tree, lost in his own thoughts--somehow looping through seemingly endless iterations of himself.
What had happened was:
He was born wealthy, and being totally satisfied in every way, he had no motive to exercise the power of the human will to strive.
The glut of felicities probably rose to a timbre of something which caused him to beg the starry night sky for endurance, lest he falter and cease to want to put up a fight.
No cause remained to be strived for, but to exist.
Universal Balance.
A Hollywood writer, like anyone else, with living expenses and such.
A chain-smoking fiend at his old typewriter, cranking out dialogue, scenarios, exchanges and such that he hoped would find the market.
And it did.
And his expenses were met.
Paradoxically, his Twilight Zone television series belonged for some time, piecemeal, to several other entities.
Such that his work, in order to maintain a profit for the corporate overlords, had to not only be debuted, but shown again and again, syndication, home video and all that.
His work, his stab at survival: the Twilight Zone.
And necessity of commerce had coincided with he and the rest of the universe, as such that the name Rod Serling is known, and some of those stories are still lauded 80 years after their creation.
Need-Greed-Entertainment-Fables that some still find relevant.
Universal Balance.
Born an orphan, Marcus Aurelius was, but cared for well by his foster family.
An orphan that came to rule what Caucasians call "the known world" in the form of the Roman Empire.
And amid various intrigues and things among the decadent Romans, he wrote to himself a journal, in which he reminded himself to remain humble.
In that book, he derided himself, and spoke the cause of humility. He thought of the Gods, and the universe. The nature of life itself.
And the jest of it all, his private journal became a sort of life manual for so many people in the centuries that followed, and even know.
I keep that book on my end table and read from it at least once a week, even now.
