Rigor Mortis Vs. Vigor Vivus

Man suffers the death.

Death comes on us, after stalking us from the time we're born. That's the death that results from the failure of systems, the hardening of arteries, the clogging of conduits, the wasting away of vital tissues, muscles, sinews, and nerves, not to mention the skeleton.

With death, if you've ever seen it in action, you've got the full complacency of inactivity, a complete cessation of movement and functions. You wouldn't know to look at it that anything was going on. The only thing that is going on, so far as I know, is what would result from gravity or just the natural consequences of liquids and tissues giving way. All of it has to go somewhere.

To the naked eye, though, you're as still as you've ever been. To the observer looking down, you think nothing could be that still. A fan blowing overhead might disturb some loose hair but that's about it. Any other movement is strictly imaginary, unless, again, there's something internal giving way, which I've never witnessed. I have heard of movements, freaky, of course, but very harmless. It's like a neglected house settling. Eventually it all caves in.

Rigor mortis doesn't just happen; it has to get there somehow.

But this isn't a scientific tract on death and the hardening up of what once was soft and supple. I'm thinking instead of the death we have in life, being bunched up, tightened up, wound up, and inactive, shrunk up from the life that's truly within and all around us. Rigor mortis is a good term for it, with the opposite being what I shall call vigor vivus. I suffer and enjoy a little of each, respectively, but I want the balance to tip more toward the vigor vivus side.

Vigor vivus. What would that be? A pun? Actual Latin, maybe pidgin Latin, simply made up, I don't know. I wouldn't worry about it. You can easily see what it implies. You've got rigor and you've got vigor. Mortis is death, literal or otherwise, rigorously present -- nothing is stricter! -- and just to come up with something sort of similar, we're throwing out vivus. Like vivacious, viva, Vivian Vance, viaduct, valor, Vlasic pickles, Vlad the Impaler, etc.

So I can be sitting in a rigor mortis posture, waiting for or mentally hastening on the hardening of my mental, spiritual, psychological, and even physical arteries and channels. Or I can be demonstrating that there's more to me than giving up and falling apart, with vigor vivus. Taking life by the nuts and not letting go. Sending up the flag of life and saluting it. Everyone's got the rights of first refusal if you have any life and sentience at all. So why refuse?

If you haven't got goals, get some! If you're not up and with it, you're dying. Get up, get going! Vivus is for the viving, so vive with all your might! That's the best revenge, to vive vell...

Today, I vill practice vigor vivus!

Ratcheting Up My Beef Against The Industrial Powers

Oodles and oodles of ire is what I have against them, frankly. Maybe it seems like I've tried to hide my anger in the past, but today I feel like I'm full to the brim with invective and rage against them.

It feels good to blow off a little steam. Because I've been corked up, stoved up for too long, much too long. If I were a boiler room, they'd need to check my governor, because certain elements of my apparatus would be white hot or worse.

This is -- you probably guessed it -- part of my "Drive for Viability" that I've been on for the last few weeks, all except for the name just given it. I've tried these two things thus far: 1) The biblical principle of taunting; and, 2) Some of the techniques of sympathetic magic, specifically, portraying an effigy of them and setting out to burn it. The third in this series is what I've got going on today, just letting it all hang out. Such as this, if I'm angry, let my anger pour out in torrents.

My big thought on anger is that we hurt ourselves by trying to contain it. And of course there are lots of reasons to contain it: your reputation, trying to get along with others, and the many regrets that go along with letting it out. Some of that is good to be concerned with, say, if you're dealing with friends. But there are other times in life when it's better just to let it all go, a total prolapse of your emotions.

One of the times in life to just let it go is in the political sphere. You may notice our representatives in Congress don't care about the public's opinion on anything, because they've simply let go of their concern. They are cool as a cube and they know they'll be reelected without any trouble. To respond to that with anything less than seething rage is going to get you exactly nowhere. Actually, even with seething rage, you're likely to get nowhere. But my philosophy has always been if you light a firecracker you may as well wait around till it pops. It doesn't do a bit of good to light a firecracker then try to put it out halfway. It'll only injure you.

Another time to just let it go is, similarly, any kind of agitation. Now, there is viability and there is viability. If you want viability of a certain sort, such as the ability to get a job, to get a girl, to get a promotion, etc., you need to be socially viable. But that's not the kind of viability I've been talking about. The viability I've been focused on is the viability it takes to agitate, then to agitate some more, then to remain standing when you are beset upon by an opposing force.

As for me, when I went against the industrial powers -- which has all been well documented on my blog -- I did OK until they responded. But once there was a response, it was a landslide response. Me as an ordinary individual had a hard time standing up to the onslaught. And so, to get back in the game, I need to increase my viability. It's like putting on a shield, then remaining viable to attain some real progress in the struggle.

So ... here goes ... the anger chutes are all open! The anger is spilling out everywhere. I have so much invective -- potential and realized -- spilling out ... I can't even type it, because, to tell you the truth, there's a lot of adult language mixed in with what I'm saying. And that, being blue, is something I want to keep off the blog.

I'm seething, I'm spilling over with rage. Right now I am white hot, steaming, very, very upset, completely ratcheted up against the industrial powers.