The Thought I Woke Up With #225

The biggest troublemaker

Who would you say is the biggest troublemaker of all, dear reader? I’ll give you a hint; it isn’t a human.

Bet you’d like to argue that point, right? You don’t know the people I know, man, you may be thinking. No I don’t know the troublemaking humans you do, but I do know the biggest troublemaker isn’t human. The biggest troublemaker, one without peer, is in fact a small organ. Small in stature yet it has brought about tragedies and calamities of such proportions they are almost beyond description. What is this spawn of wickedness? This thing that does foul things without so much as a second thought or a pang of remorse? It’s the tongue!

Yes. That seemingly humble little organ is the cause of many a horrid, and horrible misery committed by one human against the other. Buddha said, “The tongue, like a sharp knife, kills without drawing blood.” It does indeed.

The bible doesn’t miss either, with the following attributed to James:

The tongue is a small part of the body, but it makes great boasts. Consider what a great forest is set on fire by a small spark. The tongue also is a fire, a world of evil among the parts of the body. It corrupts the whole body, sets the whole course of one’s life on fire, and is itself set on fire by hell.

James has another crack at it with, All kinds of animals, birds, reptiles and sea creatures are being tamed and have been tamed by mankind, but no human being can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison. With the tongue we praise our Lord and Father, and with it we curse human beings, who have been made in God’s likeness.  Out of the same mouth come praise and cursing. My brothers and sisters, this should not be.

And it’s such a little fellow, this tongue.

Now you could start to argue that it isn’t actually the tongue doing the damage. You could say the tongue is just the messenger. The pony express rider delivering the message sent by the one that is delusional and thinks he is actually here in hellsville, in this ego life, to others of the same conviction. It would be fair to say that such and argument carries some merit, but …

… it’s the tongue that does all the wagging. Stop the wagging and what do you have? Blissful silence. And blissful silence hasn’t started any wars I’m aware of.

To be fair to the tongue though, it must be said it has some redeeming qualities also. It is the principal organ of taste. It helps us speak of good things, romantic things. I mean, imagine Romeo standing there, under Juliets balcony, silent! We’d never have heard perals such as:

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. 

But look, dear reader! Look! Even there the tongue cannot help itself. It’s like a disease with this thing. It starts off nice, and romantic and everything then launches into envy, grief, casting stuff off, murdering the moon! I like the moon. What harm has the moon done to anyone?

Bottom line here, be aware of the what you say. Words can, and often do, hurt worse  than physical blows. And hurting people just isn’t cool.

Besides, karma is a son of a gun. Karma never misses.

You know what karma is? Karma is you, living out the script you have written for yourself. And more often than not, the tongue has been a large part of that.

Until tomorrow,


The Thought I Woke Up With #225

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