A few thoughts before retiring for my next rest period--about which I have no concerns; sleeping four out of twenty-four; generally.
The reason for our disintegration is that all politicians, save for very few, want to grandstand pointing to new things instead of dealing with the maintenance of that which my generation and all preceding it built. Vanity thy name is political.
The eight hundred pound couch potato, man, woman, cat or dog, has the same stuff as I do but through avoidance does nothing to make it sharable, real, or operative in their life.
“What's the point?"
The communion of love is a communal experience. Neither Free Market Capitalism, Socialism or Communism. It is collaboration with reality.
Or better, best, superlatively said: Be Here Now!
The circus I listened to this evening is two highly intelligent people discuss what is about but doing nothing. Obviously: I refer to the final Presidential Debate.
The Internet has made ideals and accomplishments visable to millions of people who otherwise would have only the representations used to sell them something we don't need. The maelstrom works both ways down and up. The young people who use the World Wide Web for entertainment can also find an education without dedication to vocations that are no longer relevant. As a teacher I can see those who are at an ignition point and ignite their curiosity to learn all there is and going as far as IT goes.
A metaphor learned aboard the "Paradox" . . . I could give you a brand new, whatever is your pleasure or poison: go fast car. And you'd be out in the dark stealing the hood ornament. We can be neither cynical, knowing the price of everything and the value of nothing; or skeptical and clever never knowing the truth of The Resurrection.
The creator in creating us and enabling our evolution never meant "The survival of the fittest" for the thieves holding all the currency. It means some die, some are born to thrive and/or survive. The long or short of it doesn't matter: Quality versus Quantity.
Learn animal husbandry, how to make a fire and stone soup. You'll be better off after the next lunatic blows the world apart.
Fear nothing.
Easy for me to say because I know fear too well and it bores me.
I can kill as well as love.
The next time, expect it to become common place, someone goes "Postal" or berserk running amok killing. Remember the time you tailgated me. Add all the hours you sucked up the swill spewed from TV. The ads, the illusions, delusions and perversions.
We are legends and will change this world for the better of all; not just a few Bastard - Masters of the Universe.
121023 00:34 when and where
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