The sticky belief and disbelief!

A Story by O Henry; A Cosmopolitan in a Cafe:

“My cosmopolite was named E. Rushmore Coglan, and he will be heard from next summer at Coney Island. He is to establish a new “attraction” there, he informed me, offering kingly diversion. And then his conversation rang along parallels of latitude and longitude. He took the great, round world in his hand, so to speak, familiarly, contemptuously, and it seemed no larger than the seed of a Maraschino cherry in a table d’hôte grape fruit. He spoke disrespectfully of the equator, he skipped from continent to continent, he derided the zones, he mopped up the high seas with his napkin. With a wave of his hand he would speak of a certain bazaar in Hyderabad. Whiff! He would have you on skis in Lapland. Zip! Now you rode the breakers with the Kanakas at Kealaikahiki. Presto! He dragged you through an Arkansas post-oak swamp, let you dry for a moment on the alkali plains of his Idaho ranch, then whirled you into the society of Viennese archdukes. Anon he would be telling you of a cold he acquired in a Chicago lake breeze and how old Escamila cured it in Buenos Ayres with a hot infusion of the chuchula weed. You would have addressed a letter to “E. Rushmore Coglan, Esq., the Earth, Solar System, the Universe,” and have mailed it, feeling confident that it would be delivered to him.

I was sure that I had found at last the one true cosmopolite since Adam, and I listened to his worldwide discourse fearful lest I should discover in it the local note of the mere globe-trotter. But his opinions never fluttered or drooped; he was as impartial to cities, countries and continents as the winds or gravitation.

And as E. Rushmore Coglan prattled of this little planet I thought with glee of a great almost-cosmopolite who wrote for the whole world and dedicated himself to Bombay. In a poem he has to say that there is pride and rivalry between the cities of the earth, and that “the men that breed from them, they traffic up and down, but cling to their cities’ hem as a child to the mother’s gown.” And whenever they walk “by roaring streets unknown” they remember their native city “most faithful, foolish, fond; making her mere-breathed name their bond upon their bond.” And my glee was roused because I had caught Mr. Kipling napping. Here I had found a man not made from dust; one who had no narrow boasts of birthplace or country, one who, if he bragged at all, would brag of his whole round globe against the Martians and the inhabitants of the Moon.”

So what happened to Cosmopolitan, when his home town was mentioned with profanity? Read full story:  ‘O Henry: A Cosmopolitan in a Cafe’.

Belief and Disbelief.

Prostate-feetWe are no different when we discuss our belief. Formed with or without reason, a belief is a mere belief not worth the trouble of action.  It is a creation of mind and has nothing to do with life or living. Often beliefs are commands enforced by rituals of religions, tribes, nations, villages or hordes. We conditioned as we are prostrate at the feet, we find to be more glistening. Disbelief is nothing short of belief. A movement from belief to disbelief may take a life time or a moment ridden on an event but both, belief and disbelief, are reflection of same thought. A thought which is a projection of a dream state, unexperienced and untraveled. An accumulation which fills our emptiness. Without it the despair and depression fills our emptiness. We choose accumulation of belief or disbelief. Experiencing can wait.

Like cosmopolitan we project ourselves as Honest, Forthright, Patriot or Intellectuals, ready to embrace the logic and reason of every thought but are trapped in different layers of memories, reacting differently to same or similar things or similarly to dissimilar things. Mind in deafening sleep is so verbose. But dreams are so dear. Why wake up is not a question but a challenge. Let’s see if or when we face it.

6 thoughts on “The sticky belief and disbelief!

  1. Very interesting and provocative. You continue to harass those of us beset with our “monkey mind” for what I would call “word fetishism.” And, I for one, appreciate that “harassment.” For, I know you are right and my heart appears to hunger for that unsullied world that is always available to each us. However, I don’t know but what you have the attitude of, “Well, just do it! Just turn off that ‘monkey mind’, not realizing what a challenge that poses. For the “switch” that can turn that bitch off lies deep in the heart and it is hard to access. But, keep on hammering! And your “hammering” is always gracious and kindly. Thanks.


      • Yes. Decades ago a friend told me, “We are all victims or victimizers. We gotta decide which one we are and then be neither.” That grabbed me then and now I see why even more so. “Step aside” Gawd, I’m so smart! I must be truly enlightened already!!!!


      • rofl! You are such a fine friend. I hope life is treating you fine and that you will continue to be patient with your neurotic American friends.


      • Americans are sweet and vocal. English hold back more and longer. Their habitual obsession against change. Neurotic, who is not at a given time. Canadians are unforgettable for tidiness. Beyond any real challenge to security or loathing.
        As regards life, I do treat it with respect, by following its every move.


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