Beer 101

There is an answer to the question of what makes humans tick. It is the same answer as to whether there is a philosophy which encompasses everything. Human motivation 101 or, you know, the philosophical question of the cognitive attitude of human consciousness toward the world... it's beer.

Well, beer's part of it anyway. Addictions actually. It gives us the incentive to make it through till Friday. It juices our noggin so we can envision the question of the objectively existing relationship between the mental and the physical. This relationship can only be consummated through an addiction, that human phenomenon somewhat shared by some higher life forms. Without an addiction we are naught, life has no meaning, we have no goal, we have no attitude toward the world.

Addiction comes in many forms. Some may not consider them all as addictions, but more like indoctrinations. But why pussy foot around it. An addiction is something which leaves us distraught if we're caught without it, be it beer, money, companionship, pants, ideology, man you name it, your social connectivity apparatus. Don't try and say these may be necessities, a nudist hermit can live without these, he's just addicted to his solitude, his ideology. Humans need this addictive ideological solace to grease their path through life. It takes much effort to rid ourselves of all conscious beliefs, yogis can do it, that's their addiction.

I have a friend, actually my wife's friend since she was thirteen, but with my wife's dementia which can't always remember to be nice to people or they may disparage of your wisdom, I've become the translator of good will in both directions. Anyhow, this friend she has this enormous problem with leaving her loft. Some anxiety complex. Pills don't really help her much. But... beer. I tease her lots. Beer is magic. Beer creates that magical faerieland where one can flitter flutter from out of the shutters and, yes, bring her a beer and she's good to go. Shucks, she's got less ideological hangups than a yogi, give her some beer. Often wish she kept a few, one crazy woman is enough in my life.

So, where were we. Oh yes, the anatomy of human consciousness. And beer. The consummation of the human phenomenon. Given our trite interest in the sojourns of ISIS and their ideological complexity which involves the raping of women, we can view their addictions from the outside. Power, lust, antagonism, Mohamed seems to have little to do with it. Personally, I'd rather just have a small plot of land with a chicken coop and a garden of veggies and a cold beer for supper, but then that's just my ideology, my addiction. Human motivation works in mysterious ways.

Western ideology is not too different. Power, those corporations. Lust, ever google nude babes? Antagonism, yes we're angels. Jesus has little to do with it other than a cheering section. Personally, I'd rather just have a small plot of land with a chicken coop and a garden of veggies and a cold beer for supper, but then that's just my ideology, my addiction. Human motivation works in mysterious ways.

Humans evolved this need for an addiction. With a brain having enough cells to survive the world in a romantically inclined body, we also needed a way to to keep our sanity in a world beyond our understanding. So we ate the fermented fruit from the tree of life, and lo and behold we developed more brain cells and a more romantically inclined body. We got even smarter and brewed beer so we could flitter flutter in a magical faerieland from out of the shutters of a world beyond our comprehension. We could question the objectively existing relationship between the mental and the physical. The answer was of course more beer. The human phenomenon had no consummation of this vagary. It was simply part of the flitter flutter which makes us tick. Just bogus cells in an incomprehensible world.

These addictions. The philosophy which encompasses everything. Must need a beer, haven't had one for some thirty odd years. I will though, out on the levy, the day I die.