im a mutant

I have a friend that I asked to stop smoking and their reply was that it was a little joy a small accomplishment that satisfied the minds ability to gain control of life for a simple pleasure for a fleeting moment. I share a similar understanding with books. At one point in my life I read lots. I thrived on rare thoughts from science fiction novels and tales of good versus evil. I truly miss that and have recently started on a track to be a better reader. In the process I have recently taken simple pleasures in the classic Jonathan Livingston Seagull, The Pearl, and lastly Mutant Message from Down Under. Jonathon has a resounding message of pushing ones self again and again and again and far beyond again and again. The pearl was a good read but left a discoloring taste in my mouth as the end winds up in a page or two. Mutant Message describes a aboriginal tribe in the Australian outback that reaches out to a doctor to retell their story as they have decided the world is moving to a place no longer capable of receiving their kind. A kind of people that spend fifteen minutes at days break giving thanks for the miracle of life and its gifts and lessons and celebrations. Followed by a request that the animal kingdom arrange for their food for the day if it be for the good of the people and the good of all. Living long healthy lives the Real People, as they call themselves, make a point of living every moment as a celebration of life and their connection with divine oneness. Celebrating each year of a persons life only at that persons request and only if that person has progressed and improved over the last year. They refer to those that are not apart of their beliefs as mutants because of the different way we look at life and the connections we share with the animal kingdom. Everything has its purpose. A story we relate to the kids from the book tells of the tribes interaction with bush flies. They come in clouds and cover your body, climb into your mouth, nose and ears. The doctor refers to them as being hell and so for her they are. The tribes people just relax and close their eyes when the flies come. And they leave in a matter of minutes. The tribal leader describes to the doctor how they are necessary for cleaning out their ears and nose to improve hearing and breathing in the harsh heat of the outback. Next time the bugs came she surrenders and imagined trained technicians with cotton balls cleaning out her ears and nose and every inch of her body. And before teaching her something new the tribe will ask if she understands how long forever is. After she has said she does, they say "good now you can learn something more." Its really good. But you dont have to take my word for it...