Let's just get one thing straight before I continue with this project...
Everything I say is well thought out and designed for a purpose, a purpose that perhaps you do not understand, likely do not agree with, and, or think is not worth merit. Unfortunately, herein lies the truth. You do not think it is worth merit, you do not agree with it, you do not understand it. It is not my place to make you do anything. I am simply speaking my mind about a plethora of different subjects, life, politics, religion, and so forth. I am not stupid. I know that in the present state of this world, many of the things I say seem unlikely. However, just because something is a longshot does not make it worth less, or any less likely to happen. Things either happen or they don't. There is no in between. You can only make a prediction on whether or not they will based on the past and present, not the future. The problem is that predictions are for the future, not the past or the present. For things to change as they need to change much change is needed, enough change to change what change change changed. I am a believer in the impossible, and sometimes it will happen. (1918. 1918. 1918.) Even when the past and the present tell us otherwise, sometimes the future holds a suprise or two, or three, or eleventy, if you pardon my wordplay.
Hopefully you follow me. Hopefully I've cleared up a couple of misconceptions. If not, oh well, I can't force you to understand my point of view.
-Fly Free Forever
Monday, February 27, 2006
Saturday, February 25, 2006
Life Experience
There are two fundamental types of feeling, regardless of what psychology will tell you. There are those that make you feel warm inside, like you want to get up and shout something to the world (and if you're Tom Cruise, you just might). And, there are those that make you feel empty, like a lead weight has pulled you down through your feet. They come in different degrees, and sometimes it is almost impossible to differentiate between them.
I can't speak for others, but seeing as though we are all fundamentally the same, the experience will be similar for everyone.
Ever have a day where everything seems to be on the up and up? Where time and space mold to your command. The very fabric of the universe seems to be bending in your favor.
Fate. Some use that word to describe illogical occurrences. On your way to the mall, you have a blow-out and skid into a telephone pole. When you come to you see the face of a person you haven't seen since high school looking down at you from above the ambulance stretcher. You are stabilized, heal right up, and reconnect with someone you never thought or dreamt of seeing again. You get married, have kids, and live happily ever after. Fate.
I don't see things as fate in the ususal sense. I believe that the path you follow in life is not cut for you. I believe that one is like a ball rolling down an inclined chute. So long as you keep to the straight and narrow, you coast along at a fairly rapid pace. Then again, if you choose to veer off course and climb the embankment, you're going to slow down a bit. If you slow down enough and go off course enough, then maybe just maybe the chute will move a little in that direction and your path will change.
Using my own life experience I can illustrate. My high school used "block scheduling." Basically the same thing that all colleges use, I had four classes up until the new year, and four new ones after that till the end of the year. I went into it rather blase about the whole school thing, as I suppose most people are most years. I rocked the boat; I veered off course. In doing so I met up with people I would not have even thought to have otherwise. I had the time of my life, it was quite possibly the most fun I'd ever had in my entire life. Actually, I'm positive it was. I was able to get an entirely new look at myself, at my life, at life in general.
And then the term ended. I didn't have classes with these people, I had never met them outside of school. They weren't, after all, my "group". I don't know why I cared. I really didn't like my "group" anyways. If ever I hated something I did, perhaps that is a contender. There were two thousand students in my school, yet there wasn't a week I didn't still see them, even then. In the hall, at lunch, something like that. And I was contented to feed off that and went no further.
Graduation. And then I was gone. But even then, in a city of 55,000 I still found my way to them, in passing of course. It didn't help that many of them were a year younger than me, and therefore were still in school for another month. Or that others still moved on to college, across the state, across the country. Even after all that time, we kept up appearances, we kept bumping into one another.
Is this fate? In the general sense, I don't think so. It's my choice, and theirs too. But I think that though the straight and narrow seems usually to be the "easy way" for you needn't slow down or fight momentum, maybe the course was already corrected. Which ever the case, fate or not, I know that certain paths in life make me and others try to break me. I don't know which one this is supposed to be, but I've enjoyed it immensely. Even with the millions of people in this nation, and the hundreds or thousands of miles between us, I still have faith, and sometimes even look out over my shoulder, just in case they happen to be following behind.
[In a way, this time personified my pen name. It is my goal in life, one of them anyways, to be free of road blocks and manmade traps, to soar above this life in a rocket ship of my desire, to live fullest every day, to fly free forever.]
I can't speak for others, but seeing as though we are all fundamentally the same, the experience will be similar for everyone.
Ever have a day where everything seems to be on the up and up? Where time and space mold to your command. The very fabric of the universe seems to be bending in your favor.
Fate. Some use that word to describe illogical occurrences. On your way to the mall, you have a blow-out and skid into a telephone pole. When you come to you see the face of a person you haven't seen since high school looking down at you from above the ambulance stretcher. You are stabilized, heal right up, and reconnect with someone you never thought or dreamt of seeing again. You get married, have kids, and live happily ever after. Fate.
I don't see things as fate in the ususal sense. I believe that the path you follow in life is not cut for you. I believe that one is like a ball rolling down an inclined chute. So long as you keep to the straight and narrow, you coast along at a fairly rapid pace. Then again, if you choose to veer off course and climb the embankment, you're going to slow down a bit. If you slow down enough and go off course enough, then maybe just maybe the chute will move a little in that direction and your path will change.
Using my own life experience I can illustrate. My high school used "block scheduling." Basically the same thing that all colleges use, I had four classes up until the new year, and four new ones after that till the end of the year. I went into it rather blase about the whole school thing, as I suppose most people are most years. I rocked the boat; I veered off course. In doing so I met up with people I would not have even thought to have otherwise. I had the time of my life, it was quite possibly the most fun I'd ever had in my entire life. Actually, I'm positive it was. I was able to get an entirely new look at myself, at my life, at life in general.
And then the term ended. I didn't have classes with these people, I had never met them outside of school. They weren't, after all, my "group". I don't know why I cared. I really didn't like my "group" anyways. If ever I hated something I did, perhaps that is a contender. There were two thousand students in my school, yet there wasn't a week I didn't still see them, even then. In the hall, at lunch, something like that. And I was contented to feed off that and went no further.
Graduation. And then I was gone. But even then, in a city of 55,000 I still found my way to them, in passing of course. It didn't help that many of them were a year younger than me, and therefore were still in school for another month. Or that others still moved on to college, across the state, across the country. Even after all that time, we kept up appearances, we kept bumping into one another.
Is this fate? In the general sense, I don't think so. It's my choice, and theirs too. But I think that though the straight and narrow seems usually to be the "easy way" for you needn't slow down or fight momentum, maybe the course was already corrected. Which ever the case, fate or not, I know that certain paths in life make me and others try to break me. I don't know which one this is supposed to be, but I've enjoyed it immensely. Even with the millions of people in this nation, and the hundreds or thousands of miles between us, I still have faith, and sometimes even look out over my shoulder, just in case they happen to be following behind.
[In a way, this time personified my pen name. It is my goal in life, one of them anyways, to be free of road blocks and manmade traps, to soar above this life in a rocket ship of my desire, to live fullest every day, to fly free forever.]
Let's Make a Deal
Okay, I'll make you a deal conservatives. If you change who you are, what you stand for, your goals, intentions, beliefs, and tendencies, I'll vote for you. You speak about uniting the country; here's your chance. You've got ten seconds.
[In the meantime... The Agnostic's Creed...
I do not believe in God, the Father almighty,
creator of heaven and earth.
I do not believe in Jesus Christ, God's only Son, our Lord,
(a man may have existed but he was not the son of God any more than I am)
who was not conceived by the Holy Spirit,
or born of the Virgin Mary,
(in the days of old, people found it to be disgraceful to have bastard children, so the conception was "immaculate")
suffered under Pontius Pilate, (lots of people did, why not)
was crucified, died, or was buried; (again, lots of people were)
he descended to the dead (people die).
On the third day he did not rise again; (no comment)
he did not ascend into heaven, (the Church trying to scare people into donating, sadly successfully)
he is not seated at the right hand of the Father (lefties do it better),
and he will not come again to judge the living and the dead (this is a pipe dream created by the church to make people believe that they should give them money. For shame.)
I do not believe in the Holy Spirit, (I believe in my own conscience)
or the holy catholic church, (pedophilia)
or the communion of saints, (elitist)
perhaps the forgiveness of sins, (I believe in forgiveness)
or the resurrection of the body, (when you're gone from this world, you are gone for good)
and possibly the life everlasting (we'll see).
That was at least ten seconds. Have your response? No? Oh well, can't say I didn't try. Too bad, I guess you don't want to be bipartisan. Very well. I'll see you in 2008.
[In the meantime... The Agnostic's Creed...
I do not believe in God, the Father almighty,
creator of heaven and earth.
I do not believe in Jesus Christ, God's only Son, our Lord,
(a man may have existed but he was not the son of God any more than I am)
who was not conceived by the Holy Spirit,
or born of the Virgin Mary,
(in the days of old, people found it to be disgraceful to have bastard children, so the conception was "immaculate")
suffered under Pontius Pilate, (lots of people did, why not)
was crucified, died, or was buried; (again, lots of people were)
he descended to the dead (people die).
On the third day he did not rise again; (no comment)
he did not ascend into heaven, (the Church trying to scare people into donating, sadly successfully)
he is not seated at the right hand of the Father (lefties do it better),
and he will not come again to judge the living and the dead (this is a pipe dream created by the church to make people believe that they should give them money. For shame.)
I do not believe in the Holy Spirit, (I believe in my own conscience)
or the holy catholic church, (pedophilia)
or the communion of saints, (elitist)
perhaps the forgiveness of sins, (I believe in forgiveness)
or the resurrection of the body, (when you're gone from this world, you are gone for good)
and possibly the life everlasting (we'll see).
That was at least ten seconds. Have your response? No? Oh well, can't say I didn't try. Too bad, I guess you don't want to be bipartisan. Very well. I'll see you in 2008.
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
The Coming of a New Era
Everything in life is cyclical. Things go in and out of style, in and out of favor. So do people, so do organizations, so do governments. Unfortunately for the latter, there's rarely a chance were they can resume where they left off.
A common mistake people make is believing that the problem beings when the dip or rise from the present track occurs. However in actuality it begins when the slope of the line changes.
Though things are not doing bad at the turning point, they are doing less well. Therefore, when one does not turn a condition around, it is partially their fault for not being perceptive enough.
Now it is easy to see that bad conditions come out of good with no clear line dividing them (in most cases). Many times, one does not realize that things have gone bad until much after they began to. Likewise, the 1960's or 1970's, or any other decade does not begin on January 1st. It begins in the actions and movements that begin well before the ball drops and continue well after the next one does. It is only that the decade, or year, or era is defined as this because it was a prevalent theme throughout it.
With all that said, I'd like to say what I want to say.
Anyone who is optimistic about a certain trend is on the forefront of it's growth and anyone who is pessimistic about a trend is on the tail-end of a previous growth. You have Abolitionists and anti-Abolitionists, Whigs and Tories, Henry VIII and the Pope, VCR's and DVD players, Conservatives and Liberals, and so forth.
If you haven't guessed, I'm going to pick on Conservatives and Liberals. Conservatives by definition are people who like things they way they are or the way they used to be (reactionaries). Liberals are people who question present norms and push the barrier into new thought; some do it drastically (revolutionaries).
Now for my opinion. There have never been in the history of the world a conservative or reactionary who was widely respected. None. No one cares about someone who wants things to remain the way they are. They just aren't important in the context of history. William the Conquerer, Charlemagne, Constantine, Julius Caesar, George Washington, Abraham Lincoln, Rosa Parks, Martin Luther King Jr., etc. All of them had one thing in common. They all changed things, defied norms. All are remembered. Few know who Constantine's predecessor was; he didn't change anything. William the Conquerer's father didn't conquer nearly as much; he isn't remembered. The KKK members who protested the civil rights movement are not remembered. They are shunned with the likes of Hitler or Stalin. Martin Luther King Jr. is praised and revered.
In the end, everything is moving towards change and historically, a majority of change has been in the forward, liberal, direction. Otherwise, we'd never have left the Stone Age, the sun would revolve around the Earth, and an invisible man that lives in the sky will forever be watching over us, watching every little thing we do, even when we jerk off. Fun thought isn't it.
Of course, there are those who would argue that I'm twisting the truth, that I'm being partisan (no shit), that I'm being unpatriotic by not conforming. Shame on you. The 1960's stand out as the epitome of rebellion against a norm. And guess what... It'll happen again. Sooner than you'd like too. And we'll win again. Just you wait and see. Our numbers are growing, our base strengthening, and there's nothing you can do about it. Everything is cyclical and the slope on your negative curve is lessening. Soon you'll see. Liberalism will rule again. And you won't even see it coming because it never left. The next fifty years are going to be fun, at least for us. Liberty, the root of liberalism, will fly free forever.
The tide is turning
As a new day dawns.
What was once yours
Will soon be gone.
It is time for the world to change
And that change is dire.
Like clockwork we come
Granting free speech, expression, and desire.
For all people of all races
Regardless of education, color, or creed,
We are uniters under a common thread,
Destroyers of your inhumanizing greed.
United we stand,
Divided you will fall.
Gone is the oppression of your rule.
A sexual liberation is upon us all.
Down cast is the Church,
It's numbers, how they've dwindled,
A new day is dawning,
It's fires have already kindled.
One of peace, love, and liberty.
Just as it was, shall it ever be.
Equality.
From sea to shining sea.
A common mistake people make is believing that the problem beings when the dip or rise from the present track occurs. However in actuality it begins when the slope of the line changes.
Though things are not doing bad at the turning point, they are doing less well. Therefore, when one does not turn a condition around, it is partially their fault for not being perceptive enough.
Now it is easy to see that bad conditions come out of good with no clear line dividing them (in most cases). Many times, one does not realize that things have gone bad until much after they began to. Likewise, the 1960's or 1970's, or any other decade does not begin on January 1st. It begins in the actions and movements that begin well before the ball drops and continue well after the next one does. It is only that the decade, or year, or era is defined as this because it was a prevalent theme throughout it.
With all that said, I'd like to say what I want to say.
Anyone who is optimistic about a certain trend is on the forefront of it's growth and anyone who is pessimistic about a trend is on the tail-end of a previous growth. You have Abolitionists and anti-Abolitionists, Whigs and Tories, Henry VIII and the Pope, VCR's and DVD players, Conservatives and Liberals, and so forth.
If you haven't guessed, I'm going to pick on Conservatives and Liberals. Conservatives by definition are people who like things they way they are or the way they used to be (reactionaries). Liberals are people who question present norms and push the barrier into new thought; some do it drastically (revolutionaries).
Now for my opinion. There have never been in the history of the world a conservative or reactionary who was widely respected. None. No one cares about someone who wants things to remain the way they are. They just aren't important in the context of history. William the Conquerer, Charlemagne, Constantine, Julius Caesar, George Washington, Abraham Lincoln, Rosa Parks, Martin Luther King Jr., etc. All of them had one thing in common. They all changed things, defied norms. All are remembered. Few know who Constantine's predecessor was; he didn't change anything. William the Conquerer's father didn't conquer nearly as much; he isn't remembered. The KKK members who protested the civil rights movement are not remembered. They are shunned with the likes of Hitler or Stalin. Martin Luther King Jr. is praised and revered.
In the end, everything is moving towards change and historically, a majority of change has been in the forward, liberal, direction. Otherwise, we'd never have left the Stone Age, the sun would revolve around the Earth, and an invisible man that lives in the sky will forever be watching over us, watching every little thing we do, even when we jerk off. Fun thought isn't it.
Of course, there are those who would argue that I'm twisting the truth, that I'm being partisan (no shit), that I'm being unpatriotic by not conforming. Shame on you. The 1960's stand out as the epitome of rebellion against a norm. And guess what... It'll happen again. Sooner than you'd like too. And we'll win again. Just you wait and see. Our numbers are growing, our base strengthening, and there's nothing you can do about it. Everything is cyclical and the slope on your negative curve is lessening. Soon you'll see. Liberalism will rule again. And you won't even see it coming because it never left. The next fifty years are going to be fun, at least for us. Liberty, the root of liberalism, will fly free forever.
The tide is turning
As a new day dawns.
What was once yours
Will soon be gone.
It is time for the world to change
And that change is dire.
Like clockwork we come
Granting free speech, expression, and desire.
For all people of all races
Regardless of education, color, or creed,
We are uniters under a common thread,
Destroyers of your inhumanizing greed.
United we stand,
Divided you will fall.
Gone is the oppression of your rule.
A sexual liberation is upon us all.
Down cast is the Church,
It's numbers, how they've dwindled,
A new day is dawning,
It's fires have already kindled.
One of peace, love, and liberty.
Just as it was, shall it ever be.
Equality.
From sea to shining sea.
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