Discovering within a simple allegory that which will henceforth give meanings to my life, and will provide necessary drive to my present passions...
I want to learn more and more to see as beautiful what is necessary in things; then I shall be one of those who make things beautiful. Amor fati: let that be my love henceforth! I do not want to wage war against what is ugly. I do not want to accuse; I do not even want to accuse those who accuse. Looking away shall be my only negation.
Amor fati!
Tuesday, 23 October 2007
Monday, 8 October 2007
REACH INTO THE MUD
Where does one so go in depth of heart, depth of spirit a true spirit?
Into the mud, for a cardinal rule of life is one must begin with less to achieve more… to reach for that everlasting, that which neither corrupts nor corrodes.
To hold a loftier goal than the mere subjugated morass one may be peopled with, idealistic? Yes in all but the fewest forms and manifestations, yes this stooping for yet more is idealistic.
But I am yet an idealist; alas for want of ideals passionate existence becomes subservient to a daily existence of mere survival. It ought not to be!
The mere prospect of decades of monotony so frightens me, that my heart, my soul is filled with pallor at the prospect.
Yet I thank Him (God) that it has not to be! That the soul of man may chart a new path, perhaps a contradictory path if he so wills.
I intend and resolutely resolve to chart one of a passion filled meaningful existence, even while yet residing between the two worlds neither dead but yet not truly born.
For existence is more than an insult, I believe it is an investment we have made from a view based on superior intellect. I do believe it is a conscious choice we so choose, though my life has strayed from that illuded to perfect I believe it has dictated much to my benefit as of now and beyond.
Yet what so defines idealism? Why is it so frowned upon by those acclaimed reasonable, those logical? I have found that which explains it as; “of high moral or intellectual value; elevated in nature or style; an exalted ideal; argue in terms of high-flown ideas; a noble and lofty concept; a grand purpose…
I believe idealism and therefore idealists are feared largely due to the ripples that they spread ever outwards in the calm waters of thought that have lain placid with some for perhaps too long.
The indoctrination of our age that gives continual rebirth to that said normal, the near endless recurrence of human self absorption and temporary satisfaction.
That of the said moment a mere fleeting moment used oft subconsciously as the measurement of a near endless time. Where time is lost to the moment, and reason and depth to momentary pleasures, in this state much of humanity lies. And in this state I have recently found MYSELF!
I admit I have candidly yielded ideals and values for momentary sanctuary, rest from the respite… selfish pleasures.
I have knowingly traded value and reason for comfort and leisure, this I despise in myself I abhor.
Yes I have concluded that my life has fallen into that which I passionately hate, that I despise beyond all measure. I am repulsed at the state of my mental facilities, which would facilitate such a state of self-indulgence and self pleasure.
Leaving my chosen destiny to second place, ignoring the sole reason of existence!
That of assisting those so addled as I once was, without hope! Hope must thrive in the corners of every heart least darkness overtaketh the peace so remaining.
Yet I will again rise and resolve to instill in those I find the hope gained from Him, a hope everlasting, undying. This is the sole purpose of my existence, the love for my God and the love for my friends, family, and those so stuck beneath the mud of society’s entrapments.
The despicable quagmire, visible only as a enticingly calm body of water, yet beneath countless generations have exsanguinated and doth continue to do so.
For geniuses are employed in every circle to keep the masses so bound, too oft unknowingly bound. For one born in bondage knows not freedom, knows not life! But light will always piece the dark; love will always dispel doubt and senseless hatred.
Yes I will jump into the pool of stagnant thought, driving waves not mere ripples to those ashore. Disturbing their placid calm, and far worse yet upon so doing I shall reach into the mud.
Into the mud, for a cardinal rule of life is one must begin with less to achieve more… to reach for that everlasting, that which neither corrupts nor corrodes.
To hold a loftier goal than the mere subjugated morass one may be peopled with, idealistic? Yes in all but the fewest forms and manifestations, yes this stooping for yet more is idealistic.
But I am yet an idealist; alas for want of ideals passionate existence becomes subservient to a daily existence of mere survival. It ought not to be!
The mere prospect of decades of monotony so frightens me, that my heart, my soul is filled with pallor at the prospect.
Yet I thank Him (God) that it has not to be! That the soul of man may chart a new path, perhaps a contradictory path if he so wills.
I intend and resolutely resolve to chart one of a passion filled meaningful existence, even while yet residing between the two worlds neither dead but yet not truly born.
For existence is more than an insult, I believe it is an investment we have made from a view based on superior intellect. I do believe it is a conscious choice we so choose, though my life has strayed from that illuded to perfect I believe it has dictated much to my benefit as of now and beyond.
Yet what so defines idealism? Why is it so frowned upon by those acclaimed reasonable, those logical? I have found that which explains it as; “of high moral or intellectual value; elevated in nature or style; an exalted ideal; argue in terms of high-flown ideas; a noble and lofty concept; a grand purpose…
I believe idealism and therefore idealists are feared largely due to the ripples that they spread ever outwards in the calm waters of thought that have lain placid with some for perhaps too long.
The indoctrination of our age that gives continual rebirth to that said normal, the near endless recurrence of human self absorption and temporary satisfaction.
That of the said moment a mere fleeting moment used oft subconsciously as the measurement of a near endless time. Where time is lost to the moment, and reason and depth to momentary pleasures, in this state much of humanity lies. And in this state I have recently found MYSELF!
I admit I have candidly yielded ideals and values for momentary sanctuary, rest from the respite… selfish pleasures.
I have knowingly traded value and reason for comfort and leisure, this I despise in myself I abhor.
Yes I have concluded that my life has fallen into that which I passionately hate, that I despise beyond all measure. I am repulsed at the state of my mental facilities, which would facilitate such a state of self-indulgence and self pleasure.
Leaving my chosen destiny to second place, ignoring the sole reason of existence!
That of assisting those so addled as I once was, without hope! Hope must thrive in the corners of every heart least darkness overtaketh the peace so remaining.
Yet I will again rise and resolve to instill in those I find the hope gained from Him, a hope everlasting, undying. This is the sole purpose of my existence, the love for my God and the love for my friends, family, and those so stuck beneath the mud of society’s entrapments.
The despicable quagmire, visible only as a enticingly calm body of water, yet beneath countless generations have exsanguinated and doth continue to do so.
For geniuses are employed in every circle to keep the masses so bound, too oft unknowingly bound. For one born in bondage knows not freedom, knows not life! But light will always piece the dark; love will always dispel doubt and senseless hatred.
Yes I will jump into the pool of stagnant thought, driving waves not mere ripples to those ashore. Disturbing their placid calm, and far worse yet upon so doing I shall reach into the mud.
Thursday, 4 October 2007
Equals
DISCLAIMER
THE FOLLOWING POST DOES NOT APPLY TO THOSE FEMALES WHO ATTEMPT TO FUCK THEIR WAY THROUGH LIFE, AND INTO BETTER SOCIAL STANDINGS...
Many men while admitting(most often in the presence of women) to equality with women in the aspect of mental abilities and perhaps even so believe in theory, at the bottom of many a heart still lies the consideration that women are stupid and insignificant in mental capacities... with the exception of those they happen to be sentimentally in love with(though even this is not always the case) and have prolonged interactions of an intimate nature.
However upon consideration of a wide variety of mental abilities one will find women more often than not holding their own or trouncing that of our(men's) mental abilities.
For often women are not so held by egotism and resolute opinions that inflict self harm upon ones intellect. For to progress one must learn and to learn one exhibits humility. For humility is a virtue rarely surpassed by other virtues and those who embrace it thus proactively cognize to a level unprecedented in those who avoid any and all self debasing acts.
Due to our egotistical nature we seldom seek the company of those who could enhance our existing mental capacities by interacting with, debating with, and so reasoning with them.We avoid those we fear posses a knowledge superior to our own, we fear to learn!
We are not forced to listen and we rarely listen to that which bores our hyperactive bodies which are largely searching for those moments where we least stimulate the brain, men must largely be forced to learn, or have some pressing demand which facilitates the need to learn. A vacuum a void will be filled... yet we must create that void and search for more.
I have approached far too many men whose opinion of their own intellect exceeds to a humiliating level their expressed and observed ability. These are those of the brash brazen sort often walking into a conversation seeking solely to manipulate and drive the conversation. In so doing they feel a sense of power, some even allow themselves to experience a sense of admiration.But as a boy among children yet younger is engorged in his perceived wisdom yet his father views his child with pity and alarm.
All possess a degree of wisdom and one can learn from all, shutting yourself off to the insights and opinions of others is damaging your ability to cognize as a whole taking away from that you claim to possess.
Let us therefore endeavor to free our minds, lives and interactions from egotism, binding bigotry and pride. Once loosed from our shackles we may discover those females our equals...
THE FOLLOWING POST DOES NOT APPLY TO THOSE FEMALES WHO ATTEMPT TO FUCK THEIR WAY THROUGH LIFE, AND INTO BETTER SOCIAL STANDINGS...
Many men while admitting(most often in the presence of women) to equality with women in the aspect of mental abilities and perhaps even so believe in theory, at the bottom of many a heart still lies the consideration that women are stupid and insignificant in mental capacities... with the exception of those they happen to be sentimentally in love with(though even this is not always the case) and have prolonged interactions of an intimate nature.
However upon consideration of a wide variety of mental abilities one will find women more often than not holding their own or trouncing that of our(men's) mental abilities.
For often women are not so held by egotism and resolute opinions that inflict self harm upon ones intellect. For to progress one must learn and to learn one exhibits humility. For humility is a virtue rarely surpassed by other virtues and those who embrace it thus proactively cognize to a level unprecedented in those who avoid any and all self debasing acts.
Due to our egotistical nature we seldom seek the company of those who could enhance our existing mental capacities by interacting with, debating with, and so reasoning with them.We avoid those we fear posses a knowledge superior to our own, we fear to learn!
We are not forced to listen and we rarely listen to that which bores our hyperactive bodies which are largely searching for those moments where we least stimulate the brain, men must largely be forced to learn, or have some pressing demand which facilitates the need to learn. A vacuum a void will be filled... yet we must create that void and search for more.
I have approached far too many men whose opinion of their own intellect exceeds to a humiliating level their expressed and observed ability. These are those of the brash brazen sort often walking into a conversation seeking solely to manipulate and drive the conversation. In so doing they feel a sense of power, some even allow themselves to experience a sense of admiration.But as a boy among children yet younger is engorged in his perceived wisdom yet his father views his child with pity and alarm.
All possess a degree of wisdom and one can learn from all, shutting yourself off to the insights and opinions of others is damaging your ability to cognize as a whole taking away from that you claim to possess.
Let us therefore endeavor to free our minds, lives and interactions from egotism, binding bigotry and pride. Once loosed from our shackles we may discover those females our equals...
THAT WHICH DOES NOT KILL US MAKES US STRONGER
I will not seek temporal respite over long-term gain, alas I truly believe and will continue to endeavour to live by that which to some is only a maxim, but to me has preserved my sanity and life.
That my life could be a dream, a nightmare terminating upon the coming dawn. Yet such futile thoughts are but ancient fossils of adolescence and for lesser individuals, for in them is a pattern which weakens the resolve to advance into ones fears.
For fears are largely the limitations of life we live to overcome, what does not kill makes one stronger... this compels one forward in all but few aspects of life though pathos curses me now, tomorrow i will smile back at what has not terminated my life, for it has only strengthened my resources to enhance the resolve to live...
That which does not kill us makes us stronger
That my life could be a dream, a nightmare terminating upon the coming dawn. Yet such futile thoughts are but ancient fossils of adolescence and for lesser individuals, for in them is a pattern which weakens the resolve to advance into ones fears.
For fears are largely the limitations of life we live to overcome, what does not kill makes one stronger... this compels one forward in all but few aspects of life though pathos curses me now, tomorrow i will smile back at what has not terminated my life, for it has only strengthened my resources to enhance the resolve to live...
That which does not kill us makes us stronger
Traveling thoughts
Upon the approach to my transitory home I am met with feelings wide ranging, ranging from nostalgia to euphoria... but yet all are foreshadowed by a cloud that dulls out the horizon of petty thoughts and feelings. People from the previous three weeks I rarely miss yet, yet I miss the emotional contact and elements of fleeting passion passing in my life.
Yet pale do they compare to that which rages my passions in aroused and violent settings, for driven I am by the thought of severe injustice and fated loss.
Loss implies ownership, but what i have not gained sole possession of I have never owned. But yet no other word can so substitute to the explaining of my state than the word loss, for in all moments of physical isolation the driving desire to possess that which is mine has driven me, so I do alas feel loss.
Passions inflamed to a combustible level, threatening my very sanity and well being I must endeavor to check, and thus is the birth of this post.
This I feel is yet a time of testing, yet again. I feel haggard and verge on the edge of savagely complaining against fate, yet as always fate will press on and the course of action will still not through any great expenditure of rage.
I must give thanks for the path chosen before my existence in concession of I, I in a state of enlightenment, a higher intelligence than of now(foresight perhaps)has but advanced another step toward that which must bring explanation to that which puzzles me. Alas I must fight these embittering thoughts of life for life has asked much of me, yet it has not left me without resources to meet its payments, though they scrape the bottom of my will and pierce my soul as to the bone, its demands I can meet. I ought to pity those I now envy for though life has(I feel) extracted little from them in turn they have been given little of character. For though I contest at times the chiseling of my character, thanks should be given that as of yet I am not brittle to the touch of fate.
I submit to the hands of my God, I know beyond my fleeting questions His will I trust. For he has not demanded beyond my former ascent, and of now he has not asked above my will to give though this sears my soul with a pain previously unbelieved tolerable by I, I will give his will sole rule.
Perhaps pain be my signature to life, but though of now this try my tolerance to accept the demise I will refute these torments, and as of now I will deny myself the only left pleasure in life...
Yet pale do they compare to that which rages my passions in aroused and violent settings, for driven I am by the thought of severe injustice and fated loss.
Loss implies ownership, but what i have not gained sole possession of I have never owned. But yet no other word can so substitute to the explaining of my state than the word loss, for in all moments of physical isolation the driving desire to possess that which is mine has driven me, so I do alas feel loss.
Passions inflamed to a combustible level, threatening my very sanity and well being I must endeavor to check, and thus is the birth of this post.
This I feel is yet a time of testing, yet again. I feel haggard and verge on the edge of savagely complaining against fate, yet as always fate will press on and the course of action will still not through any great expenditure of rage.
I must give thanks for the path chosen before my existence in concession of I, I in a state of enlightenment, a higher intelligence than of now(foresight perhaps)has but advanced another step toward that which must bring explanation to that which puzzles me. Alas I must fight these embittering thoughts of life for life has asked much of me, yet it has not left me without resources to meet its payments, though they scrape the bottom of my will and pierce my soul as to the bone, its demands I can meet. I ought to pity those I now envy for though life has(I feel) extracted little from them in turn they have been given little of character. For though I contest at times the chiseling of my character, thanks should be given that as of yet I am not brittle to the touch of fate.
I submit to the hands of my God, I know beyond my fleeting questions His will I trust. For he has not demanded beyond my former ascent, and of now he has not asked above my will to give though this sears my soul with a pain previously unbelieved tolerable by I, I will give his will sole rule.
Perhaps pain be my signature to life, but though of now this try my tolerance to accept the demise I will refute these torments, and as of now I will deny myself the only left pleasure in life...
Idiocy
Most often individuals attempt to explain the unexplainable as if through osmosis of logical thinking we unravel the reels of complex thoughts and endless complexities previously unexplainable.
But as Cicero admitted "There is nothing so absurd that it has not been said by philosophers" all that is so abstract has been explained or attempted explained before.
Observe the trend of philosophy the explaining of the ever shifting, changing metaphysical in sense. Many of those who have tried overtaxing their brain, resulting often in insanity.
And yet it is not explained, it is so explained(rarely) to ones own appeasement but what appeases one doth not appease all. Philosophies are writ to the appeasement of self, and seldom go as far as being capable to clarify to the satisfaction of many, they are for few. For life is philosophy, therefore we all must philosophy . To know yourself is to be a philosopher, for to know why you exist, for who, and to what sole end is the meaning we have all wished was defined. Yet our belief gives rise to our meaning, our existence. Let us therefore philosophy for our own appeasement, to attempt to reason with the mass is idiocy...
But as Cicero admitted "There is nothing so absurd that it has not been said by philosophers" all that is so abstract has been explained or attempted explained before.
Observe the trend of philosophy the explaining of the ever shifting, changing metaphysical in sense. Many of those who have tried overtaxing their brain, resulting often in insanity.
And yet it is not explained, it is so explained(rarely) to ones own appeasement but what appeases one doth not appease all. Philosophies are writ to the appeasement of self, and seldom go as far as being capable to clarify to the satisfaction of many, they are for few. For life is philosophy, therefore we all must philosophy . To know yourself is to be a philosopher, for to know why you exist, for who, and to what sole end is the meaning we have all wished was defined. Yet our belief gives rise to our meaning, our existence. Let us therefore philosophy for our own appeasement, to attempt to reason with the mass is idiocy...
Fear Death?
Why do we these intelligent beings find the termination of the temporal existence we call life to be filled with alarm of a childlike nature... why does it so alarm us?
Why is the loss of contemporary existence so feared?
If we are above the animals, above those moronic creations of this planet in both power to cognize and explain why do we fear in equal or worse measure as they?
If we fear due to the unknown, first ask what is that unknown? Is it unknown due to lack of knowledge or due to lack of wisdom?
For one day all will be known but can you now know?
To live a life beneath a pall of a fearful existence is too wonder between two worlds, alive yet not born. Partaking of neithers splendor yet suffering their combined nostalgia and sorrow.
To live one must mount campaigns to eradicate that which is feared, so that one may embrace life and death in the glorious splendor befitting one so chosen to pass through the hourglass, alas how short is the moment, therefore one must treasure all, including the fall.
Life contains meanings hidden from our scope of knowledge we cannot deny, yet those meanings give rise to life. For if we knew life in the full there would be no meaning, one must discover meaning.
life without meaning is life without existence, why then do we fear that which fails to cause loss of existence? For death too carries a reason, and heralds a chance for a new beginning.
Why is the loss of contemporary existence so feared?
If we are above the animals, above those moronic creations of this planet in both power to cognize and explain why do we fear in equal or worse measure as they?
If we fear due to the unknown, first ask what is that unknown? Is it unknown due to lack of knowledge or due to lack of wisdom?
For one day all will be known but can you now know?
To live a life beneath a pall of a fearful existence is too wonder between two worlds, alive yet not born. Partaking of neithers splendor yet suffering their combined nostalgia and sorrow.
To live one must mount campaigns to eradicate that which is feared, so that one may embrace life and death in the glorious splendor befitting one so chosen to pass through the hourglass, alas how short is the moment, therefore one must treasure all, including the fall.
Life contains meanings hidden from our scope of knowledge we cannot deny, yet those meanings give rise to life. For if we knew life in the full there would be no meaning, one must discover meaning.
life without meaning is life without existence, why then do we fear that which fails to cause loss of existence? For death too carries a reason, and heralds a chance for a new beginning.
Soul Search - Peace vs happiness
There must be a conscious decision accepted in the life of each and everyone of us beings dwelling in transitory existence on this planet who soul search...
What is given soaring heights of impression, and used largely to convey an often outward show of depth is oft erroneously called philosophy.
Yet ask oneself how many hours have you soul searched, (if you haven't you wont understand my blog) in twisted mental concentration for that of a higher ideal? For that which affirms meaning unlimited to this narrow now, this moment of time you've grasped. This is your philosophy.
To each one who has attempted so, hours will yield to meanings, meanings one has always known. Yet meanings above all else deceive in nature... for that which states the profound as of now, as situations contort and present passions wither will once again seem void, yet still contain the same meaning.
Yet there are those meanings which to the individuals thus dedicated to them hold true they are held true to in ill situations and through a morass of passions, due to reinforced belief.
These I consider a core, the foundation upon which the tapestry of life is constructed and fashioned.
My life as of late has been awash with doubts and soul searings. Consequently to war against such one must command a firm structure trusted and sound. This I am attempting to do, to inspect and reaffirm the foundations upon which i stand. Hench the introspection and questioning of that held believed long by I, perhaps too long.
That of a meaning which is a structural foundation to life and supports much of that which we stand upon and base our daily interaction upon. Searching to state what I moment by moment live for, towards or am in conscious pursuit of. Do we adjudge happiness and joy as a satisfaction surpassing others, both in value and in effort expanded to attain?
Or do we adjudge it as others passing at will that we are privileged to experience yet must willingly part with as situations dictate.
Alas many have placed such immense value upon those(happiness and joy) that they view the fulfillment of their lives, the success of their ventures upon these. What myopia, those purblind individuals “living” for those moments where one is self gratified, often at the expense of another. These times as life will necessitate absent, having been equated disproportionately as an element which necessitated life will often results in these experiencing truly depressing depression. Self inflicted and developed by momentary pleasure being the rule of existence...
Yet we all must exist for reason and towards some higher meaning, our life has a mission a goal of sorts that we must seek towards its discovery. And once found and so experienced we will find a state of being that supersedes momentary happiness and joy.
I am presented with a process of thought... It is not express thus as fact, only thought. That of the sense of lasting satisfaction that supersedes the moment is most often trampled over by the very ones who claim to seek it. As a drunkard traipsing with a spent whore while the one he loves observes, palled is he by his drunkenness and momentary satisfaction... yet rude will be his awakening and depressing in all thought his morrow. Such I compare those who seek happiness and joy to the detriment of character. These have observed their goal, yet placed a goal of such limited capacity that it is readily reached and lost, a cycle of endless pursuit, gain, and loss, ever achieving yet never gaining that achieved...
Thus I feel there must be a conscious decision made in the life of each and every one of us beings dwelling in transitory existence on this planet who soul search. The cemented decision to chose that beyond our own desires, desires deceiving the souls search. The demands of the temporal happiness and joy. We ought to forsake those in light of that lasting, that of firm unshakable resolution, that of peace.
Peace of soul, peace of mind, peace of spirit.
That which circumstances cannot dictate, but are dictated by a higher order and calling... sense of purpose.
For purpose overrides the moment and is subservient to none in moral standing but to that of a higher purpose. Thereof dictate unto your life a purpose, one that dust and rust doth not possess power to corrupt, one where thieves break not into and steal, endeavor to lay up your treasures in heaven for where your treasures be, there be your heart also...
What is the conscious decision made in your life, for you dwell in a transitory existence on this planet and you soul search...
What is given soaring heights of impression, and used largely to convey an often outward show of depth is oft erroneously called philosophy.
Yet ask oneself how many hours have you soul searched, (if you haven't you wont understand my blog) in twisted mental concentration for that of a higher ideal? For that which affirms meaning unlimited to this narrow now, this moment of time you've grasped. This is your philosophy.
To each one who has attempted so, hours will yield to meanings, meanings one has always known. Yet meanings above all else deceive in nature... for that which states the profound as of now, as situations contort and present passions wither will once again seem void, yet still contain the same meaning.
Yet there are those meanings which to the individuals thus dedicated to them hold true they are held true to in ill situations and through a morass of passions, due to reinforced belief.
These I consider a core, the foundation upon which the tapestry of life is constructed and fashioned.
My life as of late has been awash with doubts and soul searings. Consequently to war against such one must command a firm structure trusted and sound. This I am attempting to do, to inspect and reaffirm the foundations upon which i stand. Hench the introspection and questioning of that held believed long by I, perhaps too long.
That of a meaning which is a structural foundation to life and supports much of that which we stand upon and base our daily interaction upon. Searching to state what I moment by moment live for, towards or am in conscious pursuit of. Do we adjudge happiness and joy as a satisfaction surpassing others, both in value and in effort expanded to attain?
Or do we adjudge it as others passing at will that we are privileged to experience yet must willingly part with as situations dictate.
Alas many have placed such immense value upon those(happiness and joy) that they view the fulfillment of their lives, the success of their ventures upon these. What myopia, those purblind individuals “living” for those moments where one is self gratified, often at the expense of another. These times as life will necessitate absent, having been equated disproportionately as an element which necessitated life will often results in these experiencing truly depressing depression. Self inflicted and developed by momentary pleasure being the rule of existence...
Yet we all must exist for reason and towards some higher meaning, our life has a mission a goal of sorts that we must seek towards its discovery. And once found and so experienced we will find a state of being that supersedes momentary happiness and joy.
I am presented with a process of thought... It is not express thus as fact, only thought. That of the sense of lasting satisfaction that supersedes the moment is most often trampled over by the very ones who claim to seek it. As a drunkard traipsing with a spent whore while the one he loves observes, palled is he by his drunkenness and momentary satisfaction... yet rude will be his awakening and depressing in all thought his morrow. Such I compare those who seek happiness and joy to the detriment of character. These have observed their goal, yet placed a goal of such limited capacity that it is readily reached and lost, a cycle of endless pursuit, gain, and loss, ever achieving yet never gaining that achieved...
Thus I feel there must be a conscious decision made in the life of each and every one of us beings dwelling in transitory existence on this planet who soul search. The cemented decision to chose that beyond our own desires, desires deceiving the souls search. The demands of the temporal happiness and joy. We ought to forsake those in light of that lasting, that of firm unshakable resolution, that of peace.
Peace of soul, peace of mind, peace of spirit.
That which circumstances cannot dictate, but are dictated by a higher order and calling... sense of purpose.
For purpose overrides the moment and is subservient to none in moral standing but to that of a higher purpose. Thereof dictate unto your life a purpose, one that dust and rust doth not possess power to corrupt, one where thieves break not into and steal, endeavor to lay up your treasures in heaven for where your treasures be, there be your heart also...
What is the conscious decision made in your life, for you dwell in a transitory existence on this planet and you soul search...
Sunday, 9 September 2007
My god
The frailty of men, the mental frailty of homosapiens dictates that for the successful, progressive survival of the individual, or masses one must resolve to reason and in so doing conclude in an attempt to raise a god.
This is fostered on a large scale giving rise to religion, building materials of sort on which much of our society stands, granting formidable power to those who hide behind the tapestry woven by religion. But there are yet heretics, those straying from the long fostered norms.
Those idolatrous worshipers, those who pay sacred homage to those things below the heavens yet above ones own individual self. Self adjudged individuals living in a phantom existence with a PHYSICAL manifestation of their god.
I am among them…
Finding myself cast in a perverse yet mythical existence a fairytale reversed, a nightmare born.
Despondent it is not, fallen not from heights to that so low yet it is alas dolour beyond all perceived and presently believed existing mental capacities I contain. But as yet, pathos being my existence I will emerge as I have yet already.
And from this perceived tragedy my god is born. From a tragic beginning will emerge a sacred end. Be it my end, for a sacramental of life is too know; to know belief, defend belief, live for belief, and above all, beyond all DIE for belief.
Belief writ with blood far beyond the volume of mere ink filling countless vials spanning the divides of time and space. Held resolute throughout eons of time, filling in when the soul, the will of man lacked. Then belief held humanities head aloft, providing support for us in our weakened state.
To this belief I pay homage, and swear in all sincerity to hold resolutely to that belief which so defended my kin, my very existence and doth still.
I swear upon the precepts divine to that which propels mankind in all accomplishments, all deeds described as noble of heart, soul and mind. Deeds that give no self-gratification to the corrupted individual I call self.
This belief is erroneously interpreted and propagated through all social norms of society, and largely engorged on human lust and passionless desire. The true desires of this belief supersedes all and often cannot be abated, controlled or channelled though painful in all but the fewest true extremities.
And thou truly embracing the belief hidden in desires leads solely to a gaily embalmed sarcophagus of morals, belief, and passions. To embrace the belief there may yet come the desire, but yet not and so remains belief.
Such is LOVE!
For Love is the belief, read again the previous text substituting the word belief for love.
This is fostered on a large scale giving rise to religion, building materials of sort on which much of our society stands, granting formidable power to those who hide behind the tapestry woven by religion. But there are yet heretics, those straying from the long fostered norms.
Those idolatrous worshipers, those who pay sacred homage to those things below the heavens yet above ones own individual self. Self adjudged individuals living in a phantom existence with a PHYSICAL manifestation of their god.
I am among them…
Finding myself cast in a perverse yet mythical existence a fairytale reversed, a nightmare born.
Despondent it is not, fallen not from heights to that so low yet it is alas dolour beyond all perceived and presently believed existing mental capacities I contain. But as yet, pathos being my existence I will emerge as I have yet already.
And from this perceived tragedy my god is born. From a tragic beginning will emerge a sacred end. Be it my end, for a sacramental of life is too know; to know belief, defend belief, live for belief, and above all, beyond all DIE for belief.
Belief writ with blood far beyond the volume of mere ink filling countless vials spanning the divides of time and space. Held resolute throughout eons of time, filling in when the soul, the will of man lacked. Then belief held humanities head aloft, providing support for us in our weakened state.
To this belief I pay homage, and swear in all sincerity to hold resolutely to that belief which so defended my kin, my very existence and doth still.
I swear upon the precepts divine to that which propels mankind in all accomplishments, all deeds described as noble of heart, soul and mind. Deeds that give no self-gratification to the corrupted individual I call self.
This belief is erroneously interpreted and propagated through all social norms of society, and largely engorged on human lust and passionless desire. The true desires of this belief supersedes all and often cannot be abated, controlled or channelled though painful in all but the fewest true extremities.
And thou truly embracing the belief hidden in desires leads solely to a gaily embalmed sarcophagus of morals, belief, and passions. To embrace the belief there may yet come the desire, but yet not and so remains belief.
Such is LOVE!
For Love is the belief, read again the previous text substituting the word belief for love.
And love doth cast its oft dark pall over all of our lives, dictating our actions, oft merging into the form of gods.
As i hold my god, a physical manifestation of love I am repulsed that love is coined in madness.
What have you drawn and concluded from the above?
I the writer of the above writ doth have my concepts and conclusions but alas what do you the one who so reads draw in conclusion?
Must I so conclude the above posting? Or shall I leave the mind of man/women to so run wild in abandon as a bull in a china shop, I will facilitate your mental capacities and conclude for your sanity and mine.
There are those exhibiting unbridled passion of one so intoxicated in belief, in love.
For love is all that I yet remain to strive for, I acknowledge my existence bases solely upon its manifestation... my god(no capitals)
What have you drawn and concluded from the above?
I the writer of the above writ doth have my concepts and conclusions but alas what do you the one who so reads draw in conclusion?
Must I so conclude the above posting? Or shall I leave the mind of man/women to so run wild in abandon as a bull in a china shop, I will facilitate your mental capacities and conclude for your sanity and mine.
There are those exhibiting unbridled passion of one so intoxicated in belief, in love.
For love is all that I yet remain to strive for, I acknowledge my existence bases solely upon its manifestation... my god(no capitals)
And there are us ALL who lust, we desire. But not through belief, we are driven by lustful demands of body and flesh. I abhor these when they attempt to allude that belief and their ‘love’ are one and the same. For it is not it is lust, I will openly confess to demands of body and desires yet never allude them the sacramental heights of love.
And this love I strive to retain is my god, for God is love. The purest manifestation of love held sacred by I is my god…
And this love I strive to retain is my god, for God is love. The purest manifestation of love held sacred by I is my god…
My God
Thursday, 23 August 2007
Fate III
Far too often I find myself contemplating the simplistic yet ever reoccurring act, a almost daily occurrence due to the frailty of will, frailty of my mind.
That caustic fact of life, LIFE! The acceptance of life.
Concluding my previous posts and based on the conclusions therein I beg caution before one simply alludes that I am merely a fatalistic raving lunatic struck by the palls of a time lonesome and forgotten. For it is not!
Though a fatalist I am in belief, in concept you may discover differs. For the predetermination of life, of death has caused me to vault from the pathos normally attributed to such fatalistic ones.
Thus I have embraced life in its highest form, the true purity of life. And viewing the acceptance of death as the embracing of life, for only when one is fully aware of the reality of life, then and only then can one live with a befitting passion. A Passionate embrace to that of owed time, of a precarious life! A life subjected to a preordained will, a premeditated grand conclusion known not when.
For the seconds tick, time alone will answer my questions. Fate alone HAS decided.
Yet clouded by depressive ideals this is not, for I have been pacified, for the foundation is sound, and unassailable fate is.
Therefore needless time and attention need not be given to assault such precepts for they are sound, absolute in all form. Unshakable…
Therefore I seek and MUST endeavor to live, to live a life so mad, so grand in all it’s actions that the very foundations of time, or fate are shaken.
To defy the power fate holds above my frailty, defy that which I fear! Live, love and embrace all that may so be embraced and relish these moments, for this time is mine alone! For one masters the moment, you alone are the sole god of your present time.
When fate thus concludes the chosen time upon my soul, observe then what path chosen by I; that of a forlorn subdued fatalist or one of passion likened to a fantasizing frenzied fanatic? One who made use of all that Fate thus endowed, and warred with unrelenting passion against that which seeks to repress the soul!
For the soul of man spans all the divides, bridging the barriers of time alas so fated is the soul…
Fated the soul, soul the Fated!
Monday, 20 August 2007
FATE II
For when the sun is not yet risen, a lone moon casts pale shadows on the rise and drenched in putrid, baking sweat for alas my dreams and nightmares are but a mirror to my life. Yet fully cognizant I am not that those two are singly wed, wed in misery and joy, wed.
Though this lingers on the fringes of all my thoughts I will vainly search for sanity in a sacred madness, alas I Will seek to save wounds that will never heal. I must tamper within the madness, and search within that unreal.
For long my life is merely a phantom, fluttering it has passed. Alas, alas how can one so frail reaching within a madness thus illusive, thus destined seek one to hold? Seek one save? For alas never can one lay hold, never can one still the illusive ghouls of fate always one serves their will.
Frailty long has been my epitome, nulled to the sufferings of this present life. We’ve ignored the sacred principles and warred with the divine…
Warred long in forlorn desolation, combatant the Fated Divine. Those cherished sacred breath of passion denied to one so cursed in life, yes cursed in life.
For thou cannot quench the flow of time, through an mere expenditure of your will, passion, or love for we are a fated race… time commands our destiny though I am deluded to believe that one alone is given power over ones frail will, the power of will.
Not frail in all ability to resist and command against innumerable foes, but frail in comparison for never, never will the will vanquish the timings of time and the destiny of divine fate… long has the will warred in empty struggle alas we will acquit of the stuggle and accept those things claimed absolute, as of now
I serve your will…
Though this lingers on the fringes of all my thoughts I will vainly search for sanity in a sacred madness, alas I Will seek to save wounds that will never heal. I must tamper within the madness, and search within that unreal.
For long my life is merely a phantom, fluttering it has passed. Alas, alas how can one so frail reaching within a madness thus illusive, thus destined seek one to hold? Seek one save? For alas never can one lay hold, never can one still the illusive ghouls of fate always one serves their will.
Frailty long has been my epitome, nulled to the sufferings of this present life. We’ve ignored the sacred principles and warred with the divine…
Warred long in forlorn desolation, combatant the Fated Divine. Those cherished sacred breath of passion denied to one so cursed in life, yes cursed in life.
For thou cannot quench the flow of time, through an mere expenditure of your will, passion, or love for we are a fated race… time commands our destiny though I am deluded to believe that one alone is given power over ones frail will, the power of will.
Not frail in all ability to resist and command against innumerable foes, but frail in comparison for never, never will the will vanquish the timings of time and the destiny of divine fate… long has the will warred in empty struggle alas we will acquit of the stuggle and accept those things claimed absolute, as of now
I serve your will…
Sunday, 19 August 2007
FATE I
To the one I love
I would fight the coming of the dawn, the very elements of time.
The said condemned destiny of two souls, the very embodiment of pain.
Those things once said undeniable I now deny, for I taste and feel the passage of a condemned fate, a fate predestined and a life prelived.
These things chiseled and cold, as carved into stone, so large looming above those thing that were, that I wish are.
Those my trembling dreams and ever fading hope…
For watched by the watches of death and guarded by long forgotten dark foes my life, my time has been. But yet I would chisel that stone, yet chisel a mountain and fight those foes, yet to relive, yet to live.
I would fight the coming of the dawn, the very elements of time.
The said condemned destiny of two souls, the very embodiment of pain.
Those things once said undeniable I now deny, for I taste and feel the passage of a condemned fate, a fate predestined and a life prelived.
These things chiseled and cold, as carved into stone, so large looming above those thing that were, that I wish are.
Those my trembling dreams and ever fading hope…
For watched by the watches of death and guarded by long forgotten dark foes my life, my time has been. But yet I would chisel that stone, yet chisel a mountain and fight those foes, yet to relive, yet to live.
Introduction to Fate
Fate, the driving force of destiny... we who are chosen to live a life prelived, to merely perform the oral, existiting, triumphing and failings of life...
Yes those chosen to live, blessed are few and cursed is humanity! Fate drives us all, none can escape her clutches, nor can any escape her path...
In the proceeding postings named Fate I will venture to describe those things credited to Fate in my life, and in my intermediate surroundings and illuminate the odd, joyful and yet painful…
Fate drives us all….
In Defence
I am sure I will and have illicited the odd and adverse opinions of many to the above and previous postings….
One will be the strange occurrence of repetition upon repetition, my defense... please bear in mind the large percent of these posts take place at a despicable hour where I am intoxicated or suffering from sleep deprivation.
The second will be perhaps skewed logic and intelligible sentences, again I plead the previous, but I will venture futher to claim that while yet held high aloft by many those things logical are oft not, for logic is held flawed and strongly influenced at all levels of understanding, barring the exception of the very few and is still largely claimed logic ...
Thirdly I exhibit habits and may resembles to one mad(mental) this I do not refute or deny. For are we all not mad? That is why we yet strive to live.
Fourthly I may bear a depressive spirit, for this I will knowingly, wrongly attempt to place the blame on my rather moody behavior and damaging mood swings.
Fifth and last, these postings while advocating a try then judge approach have not all been tried by me, and I do not deny mild to extreme cases of baisesness and bigotry.
These I have attempted to avoid but as this is my blog, these are my personal conclusions and opinions.
One will be the strange occurrence of repetition upon repetition, my defense... please bear in mind the large percent of these posts take place at a despicable hour where I am intoxicated or suffering from sleep deprivation.
The second will be perhaps skewed logic and intelligible sentences, again I plead the previous, but I will venture futher to claim that while yet held high aloft by many those things logical are oft not, for logic is held flawed and strongly influenced at all levels of understanding, barring the exception of the very few and is still largely claimed logic ...
Thirdly I exhibit habits and may resembles to one mad(mental) this I do not refute or deny. For are we all not mad? That is why we yet strive to live.
Fourthly I may bear a depressive spirit, for this I will knowingly, wrongly attempt to place the blame on my rather moody behavior and damaging mood swings.
Fifth and last, these postings while advocating a try then judge approach have not all been tried by me, and I do not deny mild to extreme cases of baisesness and bigotry.
These I have attempted to avoid but as this is my blog, these are my personal conclusions and opinions.
Saturday, 11 August 2007
The Men I love
A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
Alone
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were — I have not seen
As others saw — I could not bring
My passions from a common spring —
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow — I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone —
And all I lov'd — I lov'd alone —
Then — in my childhood — in the dawn
Of a most stormy life — was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still —
From the torrent, or the fountain —
From the red cliff of the mountain —
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold —
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by —
From the thunder, and the storm —
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view —
Edgar Allan Poe
How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray’r accepted and each wish resign’d;
Alexander Pope
Moonsetter
(Him:)
Lend me your dirt-stained hand,
And embrace my frail figure.
The bells are ringing deathly;
In your kiss I taste the Winter.
Relinquish your Pride to my Passion -
The Love I am dying to give.
The Lunatick desires his Lady,
And this life I cannot live
(Her:)
Lend me your blood-stained hand,
And whisper your 7th Secret.
The heavens are guiding your way,
And I weep in the Icy season.
The dagger is glinting and eager -
Pleasant Death will greet us soon.
Die with me on this starlit night -
For your love I set the moon
Thursday, 2 August 2007
Fear Not
The underlying fear of what we do not know, fear of the unknown…
This is a permeating fear running deep within the veins of numerous individuals who while claiming to be living, are but ancient artifacts, saved relics of sorts. Solely a recollection of an existence long past.
Numerous are they which seek to imply by their mere existence that they know what it means to live, breath , and see! How amiss in their thinking, skewed in their mortal bound logic! For they have not yet begun to embrace, and unmitigatedly take hold of LIFE!
This is US, those who fall far below those supra-mortals…. Yet we can and hold I the firm belief; we SHOULD, attempt to achieve that denied to us in our mortality…
For too often I shun those who are closed to the world around them, who are caged in by their fears, and thus I shun the whole(humanity) and I am frequented with feelings of loathing nausea and abhorrence of the soul indoctrinated purblind individuals, though I find myself frequently among them.
But yet apart, for while many simply fear that depicted as odd, abstract, abnormal, and apart from the long accustomed norms. I attempt, yes often vainly but I do attempt a different path. For in all sincerity of heart I earnestly believe in so doing (one) limits the chance and all but narrows the probability of progress.
And in so fearing I feel they shows a deep ignorance, for while the new should not be embraced and explored until proven hazardous, to completely shun the new without foreknowledge is both dangerous and blind.
Such people enter a self-imposed “dark age” not as dark as the Medieval Dark Ages where all knowledge was shunned. But the aforementioned are in their own age of anopsia where the acceptance of ones knowledge, ideas and opinions are the only absolute, accepted truths. Thus severely limiting the flow of information, knowledge and understanding gained through the admittance of that which we do not know.
For to allow oneself to cower and seek to flee mentally from what we do not know, shows ignorance to the extreme…. Knowledge in question, questions in doubt, refusing to question the obvious, preferring to be blinded, drugged by the mainstream what you have always been told is right, and abide by thus regardless of right or wrong.
What is the right, what is the wrong? Who decides, who do you give the freedom of your decisions to? Who lives your life for you, dictating not only what you do, but worse yet, far worse yet what you permit yourself to feel and think! What you are solely entrusted with, the executive decision you are empowered with, that which you decide within the innermost portions of your mortal bound, finite bound brain who do you yield this ownership of your soul to? Who owns you?
You are all owned, none are free! Choose ye, set your path of bondage, for there is no freedom, no true free choice. Serve the greater or the minor but you will serve!
Alas I fear we are entering into a dark age, a new age of self imposed darkness where
enlightenment is shrouded, where mere knowledge is forbidden and wisdom unattained.
For when we fear what we do not know, fear of the unknown this is the beginning of darkness.
For why do we fear the unknown? For is it all to be feared? Are we ignorant to the extant that we have garnered but no knowledge since our very beginnings? All that we know was once unknown to us. Therefore that which we are afraid of we should embrace it, shed light upon the yet unknown, seeking cautiously yet openly the knowledge we have as of yet not gained. And then so judge, be it truth, edifying, strengthening or otherwise.
For knowledge is what we (humanity) based upon, once knowledge is eradicated from our society so is the ability to discover the new and use our wisdom to the full.
I hate(strong wording, yes hate) those who fear what they do not know(me included), for in them I see a deep ignorance and lack of understanding, for it is the age old fear of those who do not know, the fear they hold of the new, the encroaching advance of humanity as a whole, those who move forward seeking for progress yet are stumped and hindered by those they seek to assist, by the mere illogical arguments, wasting valuable time, energy and denting the will and courage of those few brave ones.
Is it is not said we are free of will? Therefore free the will of another to their own preordained destined fate, however diabolical they have chosen.
Yet we must seek and acknowledge, and even embrace the new! Let the new thrive in all our hearts, least the darkness overtake us.
Revenged those I love will be from the darkness that seeks to cast it’s dark pall upon them…
FEAR NOT, fear not to the extent that fear blinds all judgment, but judge righteous judgment viewing and living in that you wish to judge, judge not that ye may not be judged. Judge not that ye know not for in so is deep ignorance, judge not what ye know not, judge not …
This is a permeating fear running deep within the veins of numerous individuals who while claiming to be living, are but ancient artifacts, saved relics of sorts. Solely a recollection of an existence long past.
Numerous are they which seek to imply by their mere existence that they know what it means to live, breath , and see! How amiss in their thinking, skewed in their mortal bound logic! For they have not yet begun to embrace, and unmitigatedly take hold of LIFE!
This is US, those who fall far below those supra-mortals…. Yet we can and hold I the firm belief; we SHOULD, attempt to achieve that denied to us in our mortality…
For too often I shun those who are closed to the world around them, who are caged in by their fears, and thus I shun the whole(humanity) and I am frequented with feelings of loathing nausea and abhorrence of the soul indoctrinated purblind individuals, though I find myself frequently among them.
But yet apart, for while many simply fear that depicted as odd, abstract, abnormal, and apart from the long accustomed norms. I attempt, yes often vainly but I do attempt a different path. For in all sincerity of heart I earnestly believe in so doing (one) limits the chance and all but narrows the probability of progress.
And in so fearing I feel they shows a deep ignorance, for while the new should not be embraced and explored until proven hazardous, to completely shun the new without foreknowledge is both dangerous and blind.
Such people enter a self-imposed “dark age” not as dark as the Medieval Dark Ages where all knowledge was shunned. But the aforementioned are in their own age of anopsia where the acceptance of ones knowledge, ideas and opinions are the only absolute, accepted truths. Thus severely limiting the flow of information, knowledge and understanding gained through the admittance of that which we do not know.
For to allow oneself to cower and seek to flee mentally from what we do not know, shows ignorance to the extreme…. Knowledge in question, questions in doubt, refusing to question the obvious, preferring to be blinded, drugged by the mainstream what you have always been told is right, and abide by thus regardless of right or wrong.
What is the right, what is the wrong? Who decides, who do you give the freedom of your decisions to? Who lives your life for you, dictating not only what you do, but worse yet, far worse yet what you permit yourself to feel and think! What you are solely entrusted with, the executive decision you are empowered with, that which you decide within the innermost portions of your mortal bound, finite bound brain who do you yield this ownership of your soul to? Who owns you?
You are all owned, none are free! Choose ye, set your path of bondage, for there is no freedom, no true free choice. Serve the greater or the minor but you will serve!
Alas I fear we are entering into a dark age, a new age of self imposed darkness where
enlightenment is shrouded, where mere knowledge is forbidden and wisdom unattained.
For when we fear what we do not know, fear of the unknown this is the beginning of darkness.
For why do we fear the unknown? For is it all to be feared? Are we ignorant to the extant that we have garnered but no knowledge since our very beginnings? All that we know was once unknown to us. Therefore that which we are afraid of we should embrace it, shed light upon the yet unknown, seeking cautiously yet openly the knowledge we have as of yet not gained. And then so judge, be it truth, edifying, strengthening or otherwise.
For knowledge is what we (humanity) based upon, once knowledge is eradicated from our society so is the ability to discover the new and use our wisdom to the full.
I hate(strong wording, yes hate) those who fear what they do not know(me included), for in them I see a deep ignorance and lack of understanding, for it is the age old fear of those who do not know, the fear they hold of the new, the encroaching advance of humanity as a whole, those who move forward seeking for progress yet are stumped and hindered by those they seek to assist, by the mere illogical arguments, wasting valuable time, energy and denting the will and courage of those few brave ones.
Is it is not said we are free of will? Therefore free the will of another to their own preordained destined fate, however diabolical they have chosen.
Yet we must seek and acknowledge, and even embrace the new! Let the new thrive in all our hearts, least the darkness overtake us.
Revenged those I love will be from the darkness that seeks to cast it’s dark pall upon them…
FEAR NOT, fear not to the extent that fear blinds all judgment, but judge righteous judgment viewing and living in that you wish to judge, judge not that ye may not be judged. Judge not that ye know not for in so is deep ignorance, judge not what ye know not, judge not …
Thursday, 26 July 2007
Maddening world
We live in a world frequently described as mad, I’ll venture further to say best described as mad.
I do not purport the thought from mere ideological or religious reasons, I support the view of a mad world from what I as an individual have seen, observed, interpreted and analyzed.
The concept of one being peopled with masses(humanity) ever steadily streaming into oblivion, and these yet knowing of their impending doom. They so lack sense of value of their most precious commodity.
This commodity is time, for time is the real value within this world, one must conclude time decides much of what we can and cannot do, our lives are based upon the monotonous ticking of a clock, needs, desires, prayers, none can still the ticking, time does go on.
As a element we cannot control, but yet does it control our very lives I think you will agree this a most valuable commodity….
Yet how is this spent? How do we as a species of humanity spend our fleeting time?
I will break them into two categories, though they should be subdivided into countless categories subdivided again and again, but for the sake of simplicity and sacred time, I will concentrate on two…
There are those whose time is largely spent in the pursuit of what we call money, money which has only the true value of paper and ink, relying on human faith to provide it’s “buying power” on this alone is the value assured and rested….
Yet such is the faith of the general public that the value is inflated beyond belief! We are led to believe from childhood that this(piece of paper) holds value!
By this is life measured, through the possession of much or little you are judged as wealthy or poor…
What a glorious pursuit! Pray what better career path may be shown to the desirous young entering our maddening world? None, for success breeds success, to be successful you must only pursue this object to your eventual satisfaction and self glorification.
But wait, are we as an animal? Are we humans the crowing glory of the Darwinian process degraded to the state of mere beast?
Surviving till our end? Placidly at peace, only disturbed for a moment with pressing dangers(death, death of loves, disasters, etc) yet remembering not mere fractions of time later the danger that dwells.
But alas I fear worse, far worse. We have degraded below the status of beast! For we have had knowledge yet not wisdom…
For we know of our danger, yet we consciously choose to avoid the perplexing and conscious stimulating thoughts they bring, least they disturbed our current pursuits and temporary enjoyment.
Then there are those, few they are and perhaps growing fewer. For the mind will always battle with the will for the will of man(woman too, no offense) is weak and the mind oft feeble. Often too feeble is the mind to grasp and retain the desperate state of our lives, the troublous times we have entered, the growing madness engulfing our petrified world.
But there are these few who have strived too truly see, to face the fate awaiting knowingly, knowledgeably… Those who do not shun the thought due to fear of the thought, but embrace the knowledge, and the reality of a dieing world.
They have striven for other things beyond this span of time, devoting their time to forward progress not here but beyond… To the true betterment of person, what money cannot buy, love, peace, joy, not mere fading happiness.
They do not pursue a momentary goal, often the pleasures of the moment play second to those of a time not yet come.
The faith in the paper god of the world with them has long been dashed upon those cliffs of reason, and as such it is not solely sought. Time is not solely devoted to serving the self gratifications of the moment, for they work for a future. For all things must have a past, a present and a future! And bright will that future be while the past fades into receding shadow. For belief in the moment is no belief, it is a manifestation of doubt and strong disbelief and upon such can no firm structure stand.
Yes, FAITH a belief many vainly attempt to demean and decry, yet view those same ones! Their objection is without grounds, without support. For they all are living in a world of faith, for observe they who object and deride faith as a mere illusion they have placed all that they have toiled towards and account towards value on their god of money… their faith in their god…
These(the second group) place their faith in the future, promised, foreseen and ever envisioned. They work towards that which places the benefits of another before their own, and the joys of spirit before the gratification of the flesh. For they have acknowledged a dying world, and will not rest their treasures upon a eroding mountain. They seek to rescue others from the impending fate, assisting other in laying their treasures in a place of safety.
In the latter will I rest my faith, Lord I believe, help thou my unbelief….
oNo
I do not purport the thought from mere ideological or religious reasons, I support the view of a mad world from what I as an individual have seen, observed, interpreted and analyzed.
The concept of one being peopled with masses(humanity) ever steadily streaming into oblivion, and these yet knowing of their impending doom. They so lack sense of value of their most precious commodity.
This commodity is time, for time is the real value within this world, one must conclude time decides much of what we can and cannot do, our lives are based upon the monotonous ticking of a clock, needs, desires, prayers, none can still the ticking, time does go on.
As a element we cannot control, but yet does it control our very lives I think you will agree this a most valuable commodity….
Yet how is this spent? How do we as a species of humanity spend our fleeting time?
I will break them into two categories, though they should be subdivided into countless categories subdivided again and again, but for the sake of simplicity and sacred time, I will concentrate on two…
There are those whose time is largely spent in the pursuit of what we call money, money which has only the true value of paper and ink, relying on human faith to provide it’s “buying power” on this alone is the value assured and rested….
Yet such is the faith of the general public that the value is inflated beyond belief! We are led to believe from childhood that this(piece of paper) holds value!
By this is life measured, through the possession of much or little you are judged as wealthy or poor…
What a glorious pursuit! Pray what better career path may be shown to the desirous young entering our maddening world? None, for success breeds success, to be successful you must only pursue this object to your eventual satisfaction and self glorification.
But wait, are we as an animal? Are we humans the crowing glory of the Darwinian process degraded to the state of mere beast?
Surviving till our end? Placidly at peace, only disturbed for a moment with pressing dangers(death, death of loves, disasters, etc) yet remembering not mere fractions of time later the danger that dwells.
But alas I fear worse, far worse. We have degraded below the status of beast! For we have had knowledge yet not wisdom…
For we know of our danger, yet we consciously choose to avoid the perplexing and conscious stimulating thoughts they bring, least they disturbed our current pursuits and temporary enjoyment.
Then there are those, few they are and perhaps growing fewer. For the mind will always battle with the will for the will of man(woman too, no offense) is weak and the mind oft feeble. Often too feeble is the mind to grasp and retain the desperate state of our lives, the troublous times we have entered, the growing madness engulfing our petrified world.
But there are these few who have strived too truly see, to face the fate awaiting knowingly, knowledgeably… Those who do not shun the thought due to fear of the thought, but embrace the knowledge, and the reality of a dieing world.
They have striven for other things beyond this span of time, devoting their time to forward progress not here but beyond… To the true betterment of person, what money cannot buy, love, peace, joy, not mere fading happiness.
They do not pursue a momentary goal, often the pleasures of the moment play second to those of a time not yet come.
The faith in the paper god of the world with them has long been dashed upon those cliffs of reason, and as such it is not solely sought. Time is not solely devoted to serving the self gratifications of the moment, for they work for a future. For all things must have a past, a present and a future! And bright will that future be while the past fades into receding shadow. For belief in the moment is no belief, it is a manifestation of doubt and strong disbelief and upon such can no firm structure stand.
Yes, FAITH a belief many vainly attempt to demean and decry, yet view those same ones! Their objection is without grounds, without support. For they all are living in a world of faith, for observe they who object and deride faith as a mere illusion they have placed all that they have toiled towards and account towards value on their god of money… their faith in their god…
These(the second group) place their faith in the future, promised, foreseen and ever envisioned. They work towards that which places the benefits of another before their own, and the joys of spirit before the gratification of the flesh. For they have acknowledged a dying world, and will not rest their treasures upon a eroding mountain. They seek to rescue others from the impending fate, assisting other in laying their treasures in a place of safety.
In the latter will I rest my faith, Lord I believe, help thou my unbelief….
oNo
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