Both my father and mother smoked When hen in 7th grade a friend and I had a tree house, and we would take butts from the street and smoke them in pipes like Huck Finn, and then I graduated as a smoke thief, and I would steal packs from the back of my father’s carton and stow them under my bed springs.

I see now that I was from the beginning I was a Prometheus  Hero who stole the fire from his father, while my mother would let me have it. This was a theme or myth for my whole life….One can seer you whole life in one puff of smoke. 

My life as Prometheus was being, as punishment,  chained to a mountain where the vulture would eat my live during the day, and it would heal at night. It wasn’t until I realized that I already always had the fire of the Father that I quite stealing it. And the vulture flew away. 

It is strange and quite wonderful, frankly, that in writing on FB to a friend I can stumble into a mythos of my whole life. What am I smoking?

There are two sons, two choices available to us for mythos that is to shape our life: that of the good son and the bad son. (daughters can be son as that due to our grammar covers both genders)

The Good Son gets the fire or power from the father because he becomes like the father, becoming the father like the good son Jesus: I and my father are One. 

But there is also this commandment to be unique and stand alone, distinguished by your original work, not just repeating what your father did. But I must be like the father (thank you Jesus) and I must be distinct. So…wait, what role model is there for this son? 

Ah…Satan…he is the rebel son who becomes distinctive because he rebels against the father. So rather than receiving the fire of power from the father, he must steal it. In this way he get the power of the father, which he. must have, and yet remains the unique son. 

He gets to obey both commandments, He gets the fire of the father by stealing it. The other sone gets the fire of the father, but he doesn’t fulfill the commandment to be unique, his own person.

So what’s the answer as it seems neither option for the son gets him to the Promised Land where he can be like the Father and different from the father, in other words, neither this or that? The fault is in our logic, my friend. Our classical common sense logic dictates that I must be either like the father or not like the father. We need a new logic, the Logic of Ambiguity. 

Since both sons are in relationship with the Father, they are ambiguous because the Father is ONE, and two get two sons, you have to divided the ONE into Two…but since each is the father by relationship, the two sons are ambiguous, in that each is the other, both are One yet separate. This gestalt image is a helpful metaphor for the Two that is One. 

The Had is the bad, and the Princess is the Good. But if I choose one, I also must choose the other, since they are the same image. Try this. Focus on the Hag, and you can only hold it for a few seconds before the Princess becomes the fore ground. The images will oscillate. 

And so with the good son and the bad son. Since they are both the same Father, the two that is one, you cannot be good all the time, nor can you. be bad all the time…you are not, in truth good or bad, but good/bad. That is the Logic of Ambiguity. 

You cannot sustain yourself as being the Good or the Bad because. you are both the One, yet two. The ONE Father is transcendent of the Two, which is form, or you. So your wholeness, your truth, your Father is transcendent of you, always pulling you beyond your entrenched positions where you try to hold your attention one image of yourself…

You see, you can’t hold your self, fix yourself. You are ambiguous. So you need the Logic of Ambiguity in order to answer the question who am I? You only answer can be: I don’t Know. I am ambiguous. Can you rest in that.. If you can then you and. the Father are One…because…the Father is ambiguous. You can’t pin God down.