Perhaps you’ll abide me to share some of the hidden gems that would otherwise gather dust without proper SEO on my hand-crafted NextJS blog over at easeness.biz. That’s where this Easeness train really got steamed up.
It all began one day in late 2020 when I realized the horror of a deadline. I sat aghast as a client peppered their MacBook Pro with a salivary shower of thinly disguised threats and tremors:
We’ve nailed down a deadline, and just need to make sure you have your marching orders. We need to know whether we can hit our drop-dead metrics goals before we run out of runway. It’s sink or swim, you’ve really got to murder these designs for us.
How did creative work get so violent?
Clearly, it was the COVID talking. But we were about to have a baby, so it was up to me to clean the damn world up. After tennish1 minutes of quiet meditation, I set about doing that by registering four domain names:
easeness.biz
,easeness.business
,easiness.biz
, andeasiness.business
.
Misspellings be damned, I was convinced that a pun could save us from world-devouring techno-capitalism. And if puns couldn’t save us, maybe a strong web of analogies could. Perhaps we could break the simulation, glitch out the matrix a bit by swapping in easiness for business. Because it occurred to me clear as a bell—as I sat and allowed the notion of a deadline to sink into the deep Well of Being at the seat of heart center—that business was merely busyness euphemized and systematized. That a deadline was a teleological invention, a useless and distracting manifestation of the apocalyptic mindset we of Judeo-Christian-Muslim upbringing tend to resist, then adopt, then profess, then regret.
Time isn’t a line in the first place.
It’s a snake eating its tail. It’s a recursive sneeze echoing in every flavor and dimension imaginable, which includes an arrow of time, and its balancing opposite, the airy sheath that caresses the arrow as it rushes toward its fatal finish, whistling its name as it hurries off. The Greeks may have called that airy sheath kairos (καιρός).
I call it “paws” and I hold up my dry palms and slightly teary eyes agape with agápē (ἀγάπη) in pleading insistence that we escape just for a moment from the rush and bother that comes of believing so frequently but not fully that we end at our body’s death.
That’s what I came here to do. To this Earth, to this tea party, to this blog. To offer you pause.
So please, for all of humanity, for all the huge manatees, for the people of Walmart, y por la ballenas de la mar, for the fallen monarchs who no longer flutter by, for the pumas now populous enough to pummel our trash cans, find a mirror and give us, give yourself, a moment of paws.
Here. Now. I ask again, why are we so busy?
I, at times, am even busily assailing business.
So, without further ado, and in honor of my life’s work/play/purpose, I would like to refer you now to the inaugural post over at Easeness.biz, entitled Why Do We Chase Deadlines?
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Also Sean Connery’s rather curt Wimbledon invitation.