{"id":1927,"date":"2015-03-05T15:42:00","date_gmt":"2015-03-05T23:42:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blatner.com\/adam\/blog\/?p=1927"},"modified":"2015-03-05T15:42:38","modified_gmt":"2015-03-05T23:42:38","slug":"reverence-for-life-wowsie","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blatner.com\/adam\/blog\/?p=1927","title":{"rendered":"Reverence for Life? Wowsie!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Albert Schweitzer said that was his goal, and I sort of idealized him. Albert Einstein, too. If I could be like them then maybe my Mom would have been satisfied. She was channeling the mores of the mid-20th century upward-striving middle class, for which nothing was good enough. I was suffering from feeling not good enough\u2014low grade inferiority complex.<\/p>\n<p>Anyway, the semantics of reverence is the thing here. Personally, I prefer a bit of twinkle. Sort of, &quot;Gosh, God, this is so keen!&quot; Does anyone ever say &quot;Keen!&quot; anymore? Haha! I mean, the slight winter breeze blowing the big tree out back in the meadow is making a veritable symphony of textures of this group of branches vibrating in harmony with that group of branches while this other branch is playing a sort of transdimensional \u201cpiccolo.\u201d (You might recognize this as a symptom of \u201cpronoia\u201d\u2014which is like paranoia, but nice. Pronoia is the sense that the powers that be are all conspiring to help me be happy and enlightened. So I take it personally, as if they (through the nodding tree) are singing oh-so-subtly, variations of &quot;yes, yes, yes,&quot; like a Bach cantata, times a hundred. Whoo-eee. <\/p>\n<p>Reverence? Celebration? Gratitudinism&#8212;a spiritual practice of plunging in with all four feet, if I had four feet, and there ought to be a word for frolicking mixed with wallowing. Reverence? Sure, but God told me (through Uncle Bud), &quot;Enjoy! Enjoy!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Albert Schweitzer said that was his goal, and I sort of idealized him. Albert Einstein, too. If I could be like them then maybe my Mom would have been satisfied. She was channeling the mores of the mid-20th century upward-striving middle class, for which nothing was good enough. I was suffering from feeling not good [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[24,14,25,13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1927","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-autobiographical","category-foolin","category-play-and-spontaneity","category-spirituality-and-philosophy"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blatner.com\/adam\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1927"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blatner.com\/adam\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blatner.com\/adam\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blatner.com\/adam\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blatner.com\/adam\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1927"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/blatner.com\/adam\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1927\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1928,"href":"https:\/\/blatner.com\/adam\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1927\/revisions\/1928"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blatner.com\/adam\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1927"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blatner.com\/adam\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1927"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blatner.com\/adam\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1927"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}