I am in Springfield Illinois. I have been here for over a month. A dog named, Butter, sniffs around my room. Who am I? How did I arrive here? Most importantly, where am I going? I know, I know, cliché questions. But aren’t they the heart of any story, of any life, of any organism blessed/cursed with self awareness. How melodramatic I get or always am.
Since 1980, the only Western Conference teams to win the NBA Finals have been the Los Angeles Lakers or a team from Texas.
The paradox of wisdom is that you are aware that you know more than you used to and yet you are also aware that you know less than you think you know.
A mind is a terrible think to waste, but it sure is fun to get it wasted. . . (Cricket chirp…cricket chirp).
Same old threads of thought come to the forefront of my mind.
Something deep I long to speak
Though the same thought
Have I uttered before
I have a fear, a quite overwhelming fear, of having children.
It seems like the risks and sufferings far outweigh the rewards.
My initial thought was to ask my parents about this topic.
Upon further reflection it seems ridiculous to ask an originator of my existence to objectively discuss the merits and pains that occur with the raising of offspring.
Words come to mind
Yet the do not do justice
To the feelings deep inside
Fading, faltering, forgetful
Countless and simple
Yet confounded and dismayed
She lies in wake for his presence
Never to come again
Time comes and goes
The years burst upon us with the hope of unrealized potential
And then fade away just like every year before it.
She enters through the side door and makes her way to a couch against the wall. She sits, pulls out her laptop and begins to work on her paper. “But no no, this is not comfortable, in order for me to properly work on this I need a better seat,” she thinks. So she gathers her things and arises and moves to a cushy comfy olive colored loveseat. She reaches out and pulls the coffee table placed in front of her closer to herself, mildly disturbing someone whose coffee was already resting on the table. In her quest to find the perfect place to produce her paper she is unaware of her disturbance of others.
I grow weary of passive entertainment
I wish to be a participant and actor
In whatever this thing called life is
What do I have to offer this world in terms
Of creative or intellectual improvement?
Are the successful voices of our day
Just preaching to the choir of their congregation
Reinforcing an already agreed upon faith or agenda
Are we just providing each other with more and more
Ammunition to defeat the other guys, the other team
The idiots, the crazies, the dolts who can’t see “the truth”
Or better put “our truth” Continue reading “Politics as Sport”
I did some calculations the other evening.
(I am no scientist and I obtained all of my info from the internet, just a disclaimer.)
What I was able to decipher is that a gold atom inside a human body is a general comparison to the size of our solar system in the universe.
In other words if the universe were a human body our solar system would be the size of a gold atom in that body, give or take a decimal place.
How do we determine value of human life or life in general?
Where do we draw the line?
Doesn’t one make the other better…and worse,
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