Almost 20 years ago now, I received a call from Hairy Yogurt Das. We hadn’t talked in a while and after some introductory chit chat, shit-giving and banter, HYD said, “From a dualistic perspective, I’ve got some bad news.”
“What’s that?” I replied.
“Michael’s dead.” he responded.
“Crashed his Harley.”
So, the most unusual thing about this interaction isn’t that Michael (one of HYD’s closest friends) was killed. It was that HYD clearly knew that in the bigger scope of things, there is no such thing as “bad” or “good” news. It’s just the manifestation unfolding.
However, if you want to get relative, something like this could be considered pretty fucking bad compared to Michael winning the lottery or even having a bad cup of coffee. With the intention not to insult me by assuming I wasn’t operating at a state where anything was other than what is was, he qualified that he had some bad news from a “dualistic” perspective. His parents raised him with proper manners, I’d say.