Park the chopper and get in here!

Bike vibrating, you wonder what purpose is. Parking the steed, it’s a short walk to the dive.

You laugh, ‘Surely, this isn't the place to find out.’

Tossing your sunglasses on the bar, someone’s sitting close… it’s me.

“Good to see ya again!” I exclaim, pointing to your shades. “You know... here in the tavern, many of the wasted leave their glasses behind. So, out of curiosity I rummaged through the lost and found to try several on;

The first pair was comfy, but too dark. Purpose appeared, and my soul used them to forget it was wearing them inside. All about, the beer seemed symbolic of the intoxication required to remain in the suspension of disbelief.

The second pair had a picture of a clock taped to each lens. The hour and minute hands were always at 11:11 so I could take what happens 2x/day and see it 24hrs/day. Ah, the joys of ‘El-Even’… the place where time appears ‘outside’ ourselves, rather than symptom of creation and consent. While wearing these, I bathed in time-based suffering, rather than present moment pain. Scanning the bar, twisted preachers stalked in the guise of ‘worth’, while purpose and meaning stealthily enabled suffering in its entranced vision. Inside the illusory-like dream, some wondered how we remained so distant from presence. Those attached to purpose were drunk in duality, angry at being reminded of the present, Many despised the realization, for it revealed their responsibility. Others who wore the same specs, needing purpose, ran from the here & now by ordering another shot and sermon.

The third pair had bifocals. When looking in the mirror, purpose had two faces. The top lens looked backward, the bottom... forward. Customers who wore them were afflicted by the dis-ease of feeling the present wasn’t enough.  Perceived rights and wrongs of life and death created presence-blackouts. Here, purpose and time were married… they’d drank numerous doubles until value and worth resided nowhere else.

The forth pair was fitted for a lopsided head. The left lens rested on my cheek and the right crooked above the eyebrow. Having no obstruction, I marveled at the flashing neon beer lights. For just beneath, purpose was sweating in the company of here and now. In the buzz of those seldom present, the distortion of inflamed ego pretended itself noble. Inside, human patrons built bottle cap monuments to worship their limited awareness. Out the window, the cactus and coyotes ‘out there’ did not need, nor subscribe to purpose… they merely were. Free from outside validation and inside judgment, they were sovereign. Unaffected, the essential nature remained without need of approval, clean of such distinctions. Natural ego mended with everpresent-self to design and choose experience.”

From our barstools we walk to the doorway and place one boot outside the bar, declaring, “Whether wearing Aviators, Thick Rimmed, Cat-eye, or Clubmaster Browlines, we’re the creator of purpose.”

Our souls walk in the eye of the storm, knowing life needs no purpose. The lenses of imagined distinction go from translucent to transparent as we reject the unquestioned. We accept the consequences. With or without it, we’re in no hurry. Whether bars, roads, or National Parks… the animals, trees, planets and stars hang out in our booth. Partying hard, we toast to breaking the attachment. One foot in and out of the establishment, our drinks are ordered without the consent of other Wills. Vividly living the profound Absolute and relative because as heart’s in flow, the perceptive prison’s dissolved as we return to the playground.

Damn friend! 

(pat on back)… 

Turns out purpose is only necessary where goggles, glasses, and specs are worn.

So, cheers to purpose! That is, if we have nothing better to cheers to…

And know what?  It’s time to pour another purpose…

Want one?”

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Parable contains the following metaphors and terms;

Bar - This metaphor refers to the commonly perceived ‘world’ that the mind may perceive as solid, real, and permanent, but is really illusory-like, movie-like, and a ‘playground’ or ‘battleground’ for Wills that have varied intentions. Bars consist of duality, and duality disguised as singularity.

Illusory-like - Used to denote that the strict definition of ‘illusion’ is not adequate to fully describe in normally used temporal words (note: all words are temporal). In this case, the word illusion infers not the typical ‘magic’ trick or optical (5 sense) deception, but speaks to the dissimilarity of the essential nature with thought created creations, and the inherent lack of questioning regarding which source is the base for the other (there is no yin/yang template, no duality or complementary relationship). The essential nature is ‘singularly’ real, while that which extends from it is illusory-like.

Light -  is the subjective experience, the interpretation of ‘inform’ation from other Wills. Inform-ation is distinctions from ‘other’ compartmentalized Wills, the thought bubbles in the beer of experience, the desire to grow bigger moving upward to pop! To what have we consented? Where is our attention placed? What are we reflecting and what are we radiating?

The symbol and sigil of 11:11 -  can be found to reveal a significant truth. ‘Purpose’ reinforces our belief and trust in ‘time’. It confuses us to the real essence of its source… laughing as it reveals the punch line to our intoxicated eyes. WE are the creator and consenter of time. 11:11 shows you the mirror. What makes ‘L’ even? It’s ourselves.