Most people live mostly in the flesh. Some live primarily in the mind, and they become either intellectuals, geeks, or people wandering the street, talking to themselves. But just for the sake of something to talk about, let us imagine that there is one more type of person, who tends to live the tenderloin of their life in their head. A type of person, who cannot be mentally pacified and adultified by the ordinary sources that attempt to do this: social pressure, education, the family religion. What these people want, other people cannot provide. What these people want to know, institutions do not have to give. What these people want even they, (in the beginning), do not know, and thus is their want victim of crushing confusion.
Everyone lives their essential, irresistible life in the flesh, and most people find their satisfactions of life in the flesh. While every normal person enjoys the natural pleasures of food, sex and rest and movement, there are those who remain disjointed even after all fleshy desires have been fulfilled, and who cannot be brought into alignment by any of the circus attractions that amuse other people. Such people become either intellectuals, or mental patients …(normally).
This planet is populated mostly, (at any given moment), by the fleshy. Their work keeps civilization rolling, even while they are, fleshing-it-up. They are also living in their mind; remembering past fleshy encounters, and dreaming of potential new ones. In most people, a balance is automatically maintained between their life-of-the-flesh, and the one-in-the-mind, with neither getting in the way of the other. It is do, do; dream, dream; move, move; imagine, imagine, all occurring seamlessly and simultaneously, and with none the wiser, dumber, or bothered by it.
Even with those in whom the balance is shifted, who feel their core orientation to be in their mind and not in their flesh, there is in place, a coordinated relationship between the two (geeks still eat, and psychotics procreate). But what about the other category that we are pretending exists?
J.