Dear Teenagers,

September 29, 2008

Society’s Lexicon.

September 28, 2008

Supposed to. What does that really mean? That someone told you to do something? Or is it implied?

For example. “You are not supposed to do that!”   Who supposed it, why, and where was he? Was it a he or a she? Or is their more than one supposer? Maybe a large mob of them? Maybe one so large it is considered a society?

Proof society picks easy over correct.

War over peace.

Money over life.

Life over livelihood.

Aboriginal.

September 26, 2008

“The more you know, the less you need.”

Love and Wisdom.

September 25, 2008

A wise man once said “You can’t be wise and in love at the same time.”

Ever wonder why the greatest people throughout history were single?  (For example, Buddha, Confucius, Jesus, Socrates, and countless others.) Well, its because they were wise. Being in love is not wise. Being in love is a gamble. Taking a chance. Going all in on a pair of twos at the beginning of a poker game. Trying to shoot a fly with a 22 caliber rifle. So, why do we insist on being in love? Well, its simple really, gravity. One trips, then falls, if your lucky someone picks you up.

Now, I’m not saying I’ve ever been in love or am hoping to be in the near future, because I haven’t and I’m not. But what I’m saying is that to be wise is to love everything. Not to pick and choose. Not to get specific. But to embrace everything, everyone, and the fact that our egos are our only enemy. And like most people who have adopted these ideas, you are most likely going to catch a bullet.

Love=Bliss; Wisdom=Happiness

War and Peace.

September 23, 2008

I have decided against writing a short paragraph filled with anti-war talk and witty statements. Instead I have this.

Volunteering.

September 18, 2008

I would like to volunteer my time to be that slap in the face everyone gets once in a while that reminds them how insignificant they are. Have you ever taken the time to look at the stars and actually think about what you are doing? Looking back in time hundreds of thousands of years.  Ever get that unexplainable feeling after thinking about the vastness of the universe? Well it’s infinitely huge, we are not. Our earthly endeavors seem pointless after thoughts like these so we push them away, further and further until they creep up behind us again

Acceleration of Space-Time.

September 18, 2008

The course of history is not a straight line, its a circle, and it seems as time goes on it repeats itself faster and faster. For example, empires of old would last thousands of years in their prime and look at the USA now, 250 years and we are already on our downfall. This leads me to believe that time, like gravity, is influenced by an orbit of some sort. Maybe around the sun? Maybe around the moon? Maybe we live on a piece of gum stuck to someone’s shoe? It’s thought by many theoretical physicists that gravity is being leaked from other dimensions to ours, so why not time? We are just perceiving the effects of a 4th dimensional tether-ball accelerating around and towards its pole.

Mind you I have no training in Theoretical Physics, this is just a compilation of thoughts I remembered today.

Can I get an Amen?

September 17, 2008

Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child’s balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool’s gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proves to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying.

Temptation’s page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover
That you’d just be
One more person crying.

So don’t fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It’s alright, Ma, I’m only sighing.

As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don’t hate nothing at all
Except hatred.

Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Made everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It’s easy to see without looking too far
That not much Is really sacred.

While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have
To stand naked.

An’ though the rules of the road have been lodged
It’s only people’s games that you got to dodge
And it’s alright, Ma, I can make it.

Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you’re the one
That can do what’s never been done
That can win what’s never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you.

You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks
They really found you.

A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not fergit
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to.

Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.

For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something
They invest in.

While some on principles baptized
To strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God bless him.

While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society’s pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he’s in.

But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault

But it’s alright, Ma, if I can’t please him.

Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn’t talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony.

While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer’s pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death’s honesty
Won’t fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely.

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me?

And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They’d probably put my head in a guillotine
But it’s alright, Ma, it’s life, and life only.

 

It’s Alright Ma (I’m only bleeding)

By: Bob Dylan

Watch, Then read.

http://www.ted.com/index.php/talks/chris_abani_muses_on_humanity.html

“Ubuntu: The only way for me to be human is for you to reflect my humanity back at me. Which means that there is no way for us to be human without other people.”  When a man as experienced and articulate as he makes a statement like this, it sticks. I really don’t know what else to say, analyze for yourself.

Well-Roundedness vs. Mastery

September 15, 2008

Being well-rounded entitles a certain amount of ignorance. There are no masters of anything anymore, barely even advocates. Well-roundedness brings about a lot of talk and no action. A lot of knowing and no wisdom. Personally, I have more respect for a man who has mastered the art of woodcarving through years of experience than one who has his PHD from Harvard or Yale. Years of dedication to one craft or idea is worth more than a piece of paper given to one by a university for giving them $50,000 a year and deciding to show up for class. 

What happened to the days where people knew how to do things? You have no idea how much I’d love to be a shipwright or even a glassblower. I propose a revolution of the craftsman and a reinstallation of the apprentice system into society. 

But it boils right back down to the fact we are consumers, not humans. We don’t know because we don’t have to. Everything is brought to us from who knows were, made by people who are still human. You know, they say it will be a sad day when the humans are slaves to robots, well that day is today.

Knowledge = Power; Mastery = Wisdom