My
cat sometimes goes into
Godzilla mode, especially when there's
blocks or a
racetrack or something good to
rampage on in the
living room. During these times, he is
formally referred to as the
Meepasaur. He is not, however, the only one who has a
Godzilla mode.
Life is
pretty good about giving us
rampageable situations now and then; in
thoughtscapes they're just a
short, chaotic
summoning away. Line up some of
your beliefs, grab a
conflicting book and
go to town.
That's the
basis, but not the
flesh, of Godzilla Mode. Yes, it basically involves
target practice on any
superfluous junk in your
reality...but since
your reality is all organized in
your boxes in
your mind, nothing is keeping you from using
more than just mental tin cans. Out
in Reality, no, you don't want to
target practice with your
AK and your
Porsche. But in the
head room, the
concept is everything. And the
better conceptualized your
thoughts, impressions, beliefs or
accidental conclusions are, the
stronger they are. Go ahead and fire a
Kant-rocket right at your most expensive
moral theme and see if it
holds. If it doesn't, you now have
something to rebuild. Godzilla mode is for the
bored and the
borderline; it can be a
thing to do on a rainy day or a
day-and-night obsession. Supposedly the
end result of
intense and prolonged Godzilla-mode will be one of two things: You will either
blast everything all to hell, wrecking your
real-i-scape and I assume, going insane or
Republican; or you will
somehow attain
Enlightenment.
I always knew that the
secret to everything was hidden somewhere in a
Japanese flick.