So last night seriousness briefly reared its ugly head, I am glad it did because I saw immediately what a totally insalubrious way of living it is, it can never ever deliver the goods. When living seriously ‘I’ invite the whole gamut of ‘my’ sorrow and malice into each and every situation. And at the very best ‘I’ can end up living as a self-righteous prude.
I remember recently when discussing the various possibilities for the arrangements of the actualist gathering, ‘I’ was getting tangled up in knots. Fortunately Geoffrey was also part of those discussions. I found it fascinating, maybe even a bit of an affront to ‘me’ 
, that he did not follow suit in becoming equally tangled up haha. I am reminded of what Richard wrote, that he could not be serious if his life depended on it.
But then again living seriously is what everyone is doing, what everyone has been doing all this time, and it clearly has not worked to deliver peace and harmony. In fact I can see now that it works actively against it! As Geoffrey wrote (paraphrasing) every little ‘me’ more precious than the other, on a ridiculous parade of malice in sorrow, with the greatest seriousness!