The mistake
There may be many kinds of fools. Two kinds for sure are those who are fooled and those who do the fooling. If our world is perversions of the truth, jokes meant to deceive and amuse, then the entertainer who’s deceiving us belongs to the second category. The fool doing the fooling.
Those who choose to identify with the entertainer, to be its ally and servant, must do so in the belief that this will insulate them from obloquy, the fate of those who don’t. In the certainty that they will avoid the ignominy of losing by guaranteeing a “win.” By being on the delivering side of humiliation instead of the receiving side. Thus their “reasoning.”
And so our topsy-turvy world treats its inhabitants to the spectacle of fools being fooled not only by appearances but also by fools fooling themselves: agents of the circumstance responsible for appearances. The court jester dressed like a clown, the apparition who presents itself as our opposite. The opposite of our ancestral Mind. That materialized out of thin air like a magician’s trick, in the sound of our Mind’s own voice. Articulating rank nonsense to unconsciousness bereft of Judgment, ready to be led back home by anything that offered help. Ready to identify with its opposite babbling incoherence, to be its ally, if only it would turn on the lights. Darkness turning to darkness to bring it to the light. A state of delusion deluding itself.
How can the opposite of a Mind unconscious in a state of delusion be anything other than an agent of delusion? How can an agent of delusion be anything other than complicit in its act -- the source of foolishness that can’t be anything other than a fool? The source of losing that can’t be anything other than a loser? The source of deception that can’t be anything other than deception itself, an apparition of self-deception mistaken for an “other.” Whose “existence” is mistaken identity. A mistake.
The joke
And so our topsy-turvy world treats its inhabitants to the spectacle of losers fooled by themselves into the delusion that they are “winners.” Into the delusion that the world of appearances they have crafted with their deceptions is a great work of art. A monument to their genius instead of the witches’ brew of contradictions, the wizard’s sleight of hand, that it is. All smoke and mirrors. When all it is is a mistake. A reflection perpetrated by a reflection that can only be the “work” of a fool. The opposite of an opposite: the dark side of Mind unconscious that cannot see,. Deprived of Judgment, the ability to distinguish between itself and its own shadow. Real from unreal, correct from incorrect, right from wrong, good from evil. The ability to understand who it is, what happened to it, why it happened, when it happened, where it is, and how it’s supposed to find its way back.
The very essence of helpless victimhood. The perfect prey of the victimizer, the mistaken “other” in the unreality of unconsciousness. The only state of Mind where there can be “others.” The opposite of Consciousness. Of Self-Awareness where there is only one Reality and it is One. Where separation into one-the-many is an impossibility, An absurdity. A flight of fancy into cloud cuckoo land. A riotous, illogical joke.
A better cause
The turn of mind that identifies with the Joker and allies with its “cause” imagines itself to be amusing. Armed with the power to fool with its distractions, its amusements. When in truth there is laughter. Riotous laughter at its ridiculous “cause” and the self-deluded fool who serves it. At the Joker who is the joke.
If understanding the who, what, when, where, why, and how of our situation -- our topsy-turvy world that’s a mistake -- must begin somewhere, then let it begin with its source. With disillusionment that can unravel all of it at one stroke. With the unveiling of un-self-awareness. With the understanding that joining the dark side isn’t escape from being its prey. From being deluded. From being made a fool of. From the ignominy of losing. It’s the opposite. It’s playing the fool. It’s exactly what you don’t want: to be the butt of its jokes. To be your own predator, the source of your humiliation. Your own downfall.
Do you really want to show off your amazing talent for avoidance? For escaping seriousness that hinders entertainment? Houdini, history’s greatest magician, was an escape artist. Do you really want to avoid the pain and humiliation of losing? To be safe? Then join another cause. A real cause instead of perpetuating a mistake. Help us all restore the one Mind that we are to Consciousness. Help us all escape from the fecklessness and miseries of un-self-awareness back to the satisfactions and joys of Self-Awareness. Of knowing who we are, where we are, and what we’re about. Help us all grow up. To restore mature judgment and be done with foolishness.
Help us all stop playing the fool.