Category Archives: Philosophy

Peace on earth. Can it happen again?

Chuck Lorre Vanity Card #392

From what little I know of prehistory, man roamed the Earth for hundreds of thousands of years in small tribes — probably no more than two hundred people per group. During this time all wisdom was passed along according to the oral tradition. Everything you needed to know in order to succeed as a human being was told and/or shown to you, whether it be how to find a girl, find a guy, have sex, have a baby, find food, raise children, deal with family, argue with neighbors, care for the sick, elderly and dead, fight, work, sing, dance, play and get really loaded in order to hookup with the universe. (Side note: I’ve always loved the term “prehistory,” which arrogantly implies that prior to the emergence of our culture, nothing happened.) Anyway, this state of affairs lasted for a long, long time. It was relatively stable. Peace on Earth, if you will. Then, with the advent of large-scale agriculture and the need for ever larger swathes of land to accommodate it, the tribal system collapsed and people began to live huddled together in towns, villages and cities. In short order, the priceless wisdom that taught us who we were and how we could live a happy life was forever lost to mankind. Which brings us to today. I don’t believe that we became a neurotic and self-destructive species because we’re born in sin, or otherwise flawed. I believe our fall from grace was simply a forgetting. Speaking of which, don’t forget to buy my book of vanity cards, which is chock full of wisdom-rich oral tradition — that inadvertently got written down — and can be preordered online right now! Hurry, supplies are limited. (I don’t actually know if that’s true, but it sounds cool. What is true is that all my proceeds go to charity.)

Chuck Lorre Vanity Card #392

Sitcom Church

How can a sitcom (like The Big Bang Theory) facilitate communion with god? Well, …


ME: I believe that watching tonight’s show might constitute a spiritual experience.
YOU: That’s a pretty bold statement. How do you figure?

ME: Glad you asked. Since the concept of past and future is entirely man-made (ask any other living creature about past and future and all you’ll get is a dumb, non-comprehending stare), then it follows that if there is a god, a unifying spirit of the universe, be it “intelligent” or simply a pervasively unifying quantum particle sort of deal, then the present, “the constantly unfolding now,” is the only possible place it can exist. Which brings me to my bold assertion: If you laughed at any time during tonight’s show, you had to be paying attention. If you were paying attention it means you were, for that moment, in “the now” — the same place as the previously mentioned pervasive, unifying quantum particle we, as a species, enjoy worshipping and committing genocide over. Ergo, you had a spiritual experience.

YOU: Assuming you’re right, so what?

ME: So what?! This is huge! If a simple sitcom can lead to communion with the eternal, then I can make a case for my work having religious significance. Next step… The Church of Chuckology and a tax break! Ooh, maybe even a sleepy little burg in Florida I can call my own.

Set yourself on fire to change the world.

It must demand the greatest will power.  It must demand selfless sacrifice.

To set yourself on fire to bring attention to injustice.

It still happens in our world in which we think everything is OK.  (BBC: Tibetan men in ‘first self-immolations in Lhasa’) We may not need to martyr ourselves though our political system is not free from autocratic methods.  Very sad.

I keep this image of a Thai student self-immolating against government corruption in 1990 to remind me of what other people do to make the world a better place:

Chuck Lorre Vanity Cards

For a meaning of life …

for example:


I believe that in order to walk through grief, fear, loneliness, despair, confusion and anger without recourse to drugs, alcohol, over-eating, over-sexing, or the endless mind-numbing distractions provided by Western culture, one must become a spiritual warrior. I further believe that the pay-off for enduring suffering, for soberly embracing the inevitable bouts of emotional pain that life brings, is wisdom and serenity in the face of calamity. But make no mistake here, the path of the warrior is treacherous and cannot be walked alone. To survive, he must have brothers and sisters-in-arms to carry him when he buckles. When we lived and died in small tribes, this principle of mutually supporting one another through the trials of life was deeply woven into the fabric of the group mind. With the advent of towns and cities we were forced to live with the daily dilemma of being desperately alone and yet desperately needing one another. Which is why we are, by design, always seeking new tribes. With that in mind, I humbly offer a simple guideline to evaluate the efficacy of any tribe you might encounter on your path to becoming a spiritual warrior: if they ask for your money or access to your crotch, run away. If they ask for your money, smile unceasingly, never blink, and guarantee to make you a demi-god, running away will not suffice. Change your mailing address and briefly reconsider drugs, alcohol, food, sex and TV.

Don’t give up.

“First they ignore you, then they ridicule you, then they fight you, then you win.”   Mahatma Gandhi

This is the struggle to change for good.  You are facing the torrent of fear and greed and trying to turn the flow, and yourself, to love.  Until all humanity knows and feels the honesty of cosmic law, trying to do the right thing the right way will be a challenge.  The reward is possession of your own conscience and spirit, without which you are a hollow person.

More wisdom from Ghandi:

“A man is but the product of his thoughts. What he thinks, he becomes.”

“I am prepared to die, but there is no cause for which I am prepared to kill.”

“An eye for an eye, and soon the whole world is blind.”

“You must be the change you wish to see in the world.”

“There is more to life than increasing its speed.”




“Ai,” the traditional Chinese character for love (?) consists of a heart (middle) inside of “accept,” “feel,” or “perceive,” which shows a graceful emotion. It can also be interpreted as a hand offering ones heart to another hand.

is patient

is kind

does not envy

does not boast

is not proud

is not rude

is not self-seeking

is not easily angered

keeps no record of wrongs

does not delight in evil

rejoices with the truth

always protects

always trusts

always hopes

always perseveres

never fails


Aren’t The King’s New Clothes Wonderful!?!

Danny Kaye’s is the version I loved as a boy, though Bernard Cribbins does it well too.  If you can’t listen, the lyrics are all you need.  If you don’t cry at the the irony, smile at the knowledge that there is an answer staring us in the face, even if we choose not to see it.

Just in case you need help with the metaphor:

Aren’t we the King, courtiers and people in the crowd.  The invisible clothes are the products and services we bought on credit.  Who is the Global Financial System?


The King’s New Clothes

From the film “Hans Christian Andersen” (1952)  (Frank Loesser – Based on the 1837 children’s story “The Emperor’s New Clothes” by Hans Christian Andersen)

 Danny Kaye (Film Soundtrack) – 1952

This is the story of the King’s new clothes.

Now there was once a king who was absolutely insane about

new clothes and one day, two swindlers came to sell him what

they said was a magic suit of clothes. Now, they held up this

particular garment and they said, “Your Majesty, this is a magic suit.”

Well, the truth of the matter is, there was no suit there at all.

But the swindlers were very smart, and they said,

“Your Majesty, to a wise man this is a beautiful raiment

but to a fool it is absolutely invisible.”

Naturally, the King not wanting to appear a fool, said:

“Isn’t it grand! Isn’t it fine! Look at the cut, the style, the line!

The suit of clothes is altogether, but altogether it’s altogether

The most remarkable suit of clothes that I have ever seen.

These eyes of mine at once determined

The sleeves are velvet, the cape is ermine

The hose are blue and the doublet is a lovely shade of green

Somebody send for the Queen”

Well they sent for the Queen and they quickly explained to her

about the magic suit of clothes. And naturally,

the Queen not wanting to appear a fool, said:

“Well, isn’t it oh! Isn’t it rich! Look at the charm of every stitch!

The suit of clothes is altogether, but altogether it’s altogether

The most remarkable suit of clothes that I have ever seen

These eyes of mine at once determined

The sleeves are velvet, the cape is ermine

The hose are blue and the doublet is a lovely shade of green

Summon the court to convene”

Well the court convened, and you never saw in your life

as many people as were at that court. All the ambassadors,

the dukes, the earls, the counts, it was just packed with people,

and they were all told about the magic suit of clothes.

And after they were told they

naturally didn’t want to appear fools and they said:

“Isn’t it ohhh! Isn’t it ahhh! Isn’t it absolutely wheee! (whistle sound)

The suit of clothes is altogether, but altogether, it’s altogether

The most remarkable suit of clothes a tailor ever made

Now quickly, put it altogether

With gloves of leather and hat and feather

It’s altogether the thing to wear in Saturday’s parade

Leading the royal brigade”

Now Saturday came and the streets were just

lined with thousands and thousands and thousands of people.

And they all were cheering as the artillery came by, the infantry marched by,

the cavalry galloped by. And everybody was cheering like mad,

except one little boy. You see, he hadn’t heard about

the magic suit and didn’t know what he was supposed to see.

Well, as the King came by the little boy looked and, horrified, said:

“Look at the King! Look at the the King! Look at the King, the King, the King!

The King is in the altogether, but altogether, the altogether

He’s altogether as naked as the day that he was born

The King is in the altogether, but altogether, the altogether

It’s altogether the very least the King has ever worn”

Summon the court physician! Call an intermission!

His majesty is wide open to ridicule and scorn.

The King is in the altogether, but all together, the altogether

He’s altogether as naked as the day that he was born

And it’s altogether too chilly a morn!

Ray Anderson

His passion could make you cry.

He turned the dirtiest of industries in to the cleanest.  He set the example.

He died 8 August 2011.

You can hear him talk about changing the world here.

Wikipedia’s entry is here.

Here is an obituary from The Economist.

And here is a little poem he liked to share:

Tomorrow’s Child

Without a name; an unseen face
and knowing not your time nor place
Tomorrow’s Child, though yet unborn,
I met you first last Tuesday morn.

A wise friend introduced us two,
and through his shining point of view
I saw a day which you would see;
A day for you, and not for me.

Knowing you has changed my thinking
for I never had an inkling
That perhaps the things I do
might someday, somehow, threaten you.

Tomorrow’s Child, my daughter-son
I’m afraid I’ve just begun
To think of you and of your good,
Though always having known I should.

Begin I will to weigh the cost
of what I squander; what is lost
If ever I forget that you
will someday come to live here too.

Glenn Thomas, © 1996