To Errol is Human

WHAT'S AN INFINITY TO DO? The Nature of the Human Stock Exchange (continuation of last Blog... "What's Real and How Would you Know?) So, what's an Infinity to do? Where is it going to spill if it wants to diversify, if it is already filling up everything…always? Why, the finite, of course. "What's that?" asks infinity of itself. "Well…that's what would happens if I separate the In from the Finite"… There you have it. Could that be what happened 13.4 billions years ago? The "In"…separated from the "Finite" knowing full well that that was impossible…hence the illusion, but hey...an illusion might be a really fun thing…like putting an amazing puzzle back together…with the addition of something the Infinite could only dream about…Novelty…and indeed the infinite does probably and literally dream novelty it up…and that's where you come in. Everything grows out of the nature and the quality of The Exchange . E

What is "real" and how would you know? Is something real if it has weight? Mass? What about an experience…Is that real? What makes experience real? Is the memory of the experience "real"? Is any movement you make real? With your body? thoughts? Movement of the heart? Feelings? Are they real? Is anything that is fleeting real? What about motion itself? Or Stillness? Is pain real? Pleasure? Is reality a Who? A what? A why? All of the above? None of the above? What of any passing experience is real? Understandably, there is so much to occupy us just to maintain, perpetuate and gratify ourselves, that these questions go mostly un-asked…and if they are asked, will they lead to answers? (My roommate in college assured me that there is no answer. Was he right?) Are any "answers that rise from the depth of being" real as it relates to the problems of living? The demands of life? If you follow this line of questioning far enough it leaves you off at...

What is the "consumate human being?" A Mensch! I invite you to go on the journey of "menschood" in this poem I wrote several years ago. In case you're not familiar with Yiddish or Hebrew, let me know and I'll translate, but I think you'll get the meaning... Blessings, Errol BECOMING A MENSCH By Errol Strider Stand up full strength, stride inside yourself, rimming over, fully caffeinated male... Fill the frame... with all your humanity, no more holding back no more crouching down Come forth male God incarnate light the way…generous spirit pregnant man with Mensch inside you… Mazeltov! It's a 144 pound mensch. We've waited for years, inside the sack of pain or shame, the womb of struggle and faith, the vagina of "It's about time" You surround each moment with a giant L'chiam and echoes of "To Life!" reverberate into every resonant heart Yea! Mr. Mensch as you breath vitality into families, relationships, communities and