If you don't own something, you're not the boss. You have to take full responsibility for
everything that you do. Why be subservient?
You must be the master of your own kingdom.
You can't just walk into things with your eyes half-open.
You'll walk into things with your eyes fully open, you gotta know what you're getting into.
You have to take possession of your life.
The prodigal son.
Parable, Christian, seems religious, doesn't really make much sense.
So there's a father. And he has two sons, an older son, a younger son.
And he says to them, “who wants to spend their
inheritance?” The younger son says, “me dad! I'll go and spend it!”
And the younger son takes all the dough and he runs off and sniffs
coke off strippers' t**s for a number of years, until he realises,
“this is getting pretty boring and I'm in a lot of trouble.”
He ends up feeding, throwing food to pigs, that's his job.
And he can't even eat the food that he gives to the pigs at which point he says,
“dad, will you take me back?” Dad then goes to, they don't meet, this somehow
happens, not through telephones, it just happens. At which point dad goes to the fatted
calf and says, “kill the fatted calf.” Older son says, “hold on dad, what's going on?
I've stayed with you since the beginning. I've been loyal to you.
And I hear the stories of my younger brother coming back
who's been sniffing coke off strippers' t**s for the last god knows how many years
and you're prepared to kill the fatted calf, what's the sp dad? I wanna know the story!”
He says, “you're alright son, don't worry about that, you take a little step to the side,
you'll always be with me, you're a good boy.” At which point he goes on to meet the
prodigal son. The wasteful son. The wasteful son returns, and he says,
“you were lost and now you're found.” That's the end of the story.
It's quite hard to make a sense of that in a literal sense.
You go, “oh dad was a bit unfair, he should've been kind to the older son
cause he never ran off and did anything...” but the essence of the story
is that you are the father. You are enough.
Your older son is your intellect, he says, “oh don't do this, don't do that...,”
he's trying to reconcile, make sense of a prosaic and material world.
The younger son, being the wild, feral entity that he is,
wants to go out into the world and find out what it's all about.
So, in his recklessness and sense of adventure, he finds that he can't escape himself,
so he has to return to himself. And at which point he has to accept who he is.
At which point the intellect is left out of the equation, pretty much as the older brother,
because he can't understand the significance of the journey of the wasteful brother.
In the end, you have to leave yourself to understand the value of yourself.
You have to lose stuff before you realise that all the stuff that you're losing is ephemeral
and transitory, it's not yours. You're enough, you're always enough,
but you've gotta somehow prostitute yourself before you realise your own value.
That is the essence of all stories. If you don't own something, you're not the boss.
You have to take full responsibility for everything that you do.
Why be subservient? You must be
the master of your own kingdom.
You can't just walk into things with your eyes half-open.
You'll walk into things with your eyes fully open, you gotta know what you're getting into.
You have to take possession of your life. Whatever form of meditation or
mantra that you decide to espouse, there needs to be some period in your day
where you remember that there's a world out there
trying to tell you who you are and there's a world in here
trying to tell you who you are. Now, where do you wanna put your X?
Because the world outside is very noisy, and very tempting,
and has all the razzmatazz, and has all the tints and all the glitter.
It's called the toys.
But that's because you don't think you're enough in the first place.
When you don't think you're in enough in the first place,
the whole idea of the world to sell you stuff is first of all,
they have to make you feel bad about yourself, less than in some way,
and I don't resent this system by the way, it is the system,
but what's the expression about, “don't hate the player, hate the game.”
Don't hate the game, love the game, cause you're in it mate.
So, own the game.
Accept the rules and move on into the rules. So, the world will try and tell you who you are
and you have to tell yourself who you are. And there's this ongoing battle.
And somehow, there has to be a reconciliation between the two.
But in the end, you've gotta have all the eggs in your basket.