With a Passion and a vested interest in
WE THE PEOPLE
how we live and how we go about our
“business of life.”
I write
WE THE PEOPLE
how we live and how we go about our
“business of life.”
I write
The Purpose of LANGUAGE
is for exchange of
INFORMATION
The Path to EDUCATION
is through LANGUAGE
The Path to EFFECTIVE COMMUNICATION
is EDUCATION thru
INFORMATION
The Path of CHANGE
to Ecological Conservation
to Economic Prosperity
to Educational Accessibility
to Emotional Contentment
to Equal Rights and Justice
is thru COMMUNICATION of
INFORMATION
is for exchange of
INFORMATION
The Path to EDUCATION
is through LANGUAGE
The Path to EFFECTIVE COMMUNICATION
is EDUCATION thru
INFORMATION
The Path of CHANGE
to Ecological Conservation
to Economic Prosperity
to Educational Accessibility
to Emotional Contentment
to Equal Rights and Justice
is thru COMMUNICATION of
INFORMATION
Semper Fi is a lifetime value - 24/7
(always faithful) faithful to what? Yourself? God? Country? Wife?
When they all have betrayed you.
(always faithful) faithful to what? Yourself? God? Country? Wife?
When they all have betrayed you.
But Who am I
It is difficult to really understand who you are. All your life you expand all your thoughts and energy in building this 'me' , but is that really you?
I am a lonely man, I was a lonely child. Even though I participated in all sorts of activities through years in schools, work and the society around me, much of the time I felt isolated but not insulated.
I felt and got involved in the emotions and the pain and joy of life, but all along I could not loose my aloneness.
For a long time I tried to find something beyond me in god and the etherical, mystical, metaphysical that I used to try and understand the relationship of me and the world I live in. I found some sort of peace, calmness, relief in the drugs I consumed. These were my herbs that I thought would sooth me and lead me to some magical discovery, and maybe I would not feel so alone. Even though I am a parent, and at one point had a wife, all that did not fill that void. Maybe I did not find the soulmate that would help me fill that emptiness. But instead I only found even more aloneness. Maybe the truth of live, as so often said, is you are born alone and you die alone, and the objective is to fill that life with as much 'stuff' as you can so not to dwell in that aloneness. How do you do that? Trick yourself to think and pursue something that is not?
I am a lonely man, I was a lonely child. Even though I participated in all sorts of activities through years in schools, work and the society around me, much of the time I felt isolated but not insulated.
I felt and got involved in the emotions and the pain and joy of life, but all along I could not loose my aloneness.
For a long time I tried to find something beyond me in god and the etherical, mystical, metaphysical that I used to try and understand the relationship of me and the world I live in. I found some sort of peace, calmness, relief in the drugs I consumed. These were my herbs that I thought would sooth me and lead me to some magical discovery, and maybe I would not feel so alone. Even though I am a parent, and at one point had a wife, all that did not fill that void. Maybe I did not find the soulmate that would help me fill that emptiness. But instead I only found even more aloneness. Maybe the truth of live, as so often said, is you are born alone and you die alone, and the objective is to fill that life with as much 'stuff' as you can so not to dwell in that aloneness. How do you do that? Trick yourself to think and pursue something that is not?
On My Way to Meeting My Own Fate
To put it more directly, On my way to my own death.
It is inevitable that after you are born you grow older and older and older and at some point the growing stops. What happens then? You whither and you die.
Not a very comfortable thought or process, but it is what it is.
Can that path that was set with your own birth be changed? What has been done can not be undone.
We can not change the paths we have taken, the acts we have committed, the opportunities we have missed.
Life is a bountiful cornucopia of experiences that at every moment of our crossing we have an option to pick or not to pick. We pick a flower we smell it, love it, and then we cry because it is whiltting, and no amount of water or sunshine can bring what was back to life.
And we cry because we think that maybe if we did not pick it, just smelled it, admired it, watched it grow, just maybe, maybe it would continue in it's beauty to fulfill our passion and fill us with joy.
But such is not life. Every flower is destined to whilt, picked or not.
A harsh truth is dealt. Was this ever a thought that occured to our mothers and fathers at the time that they acted in our creation? Did they even for a moment consider that with their action they will cause our death?
That not only we will have to suffer our birth but death as well?
Oh how thoughtlessly we act out our life.
So I say How Dare You!
How dare you tease me with this illusion of life and persuade me to find joy when in the end there will be an end to it all.
How dare you place all the burdens that I have walked through and carried to get someplace and that place is a less that glorious death.
How dare you.
How dare you God, who we are told created this planet, the earth for us to walk on only to have it all fall away into dust. Dust is what we become, if we are lucky. Sometimes we just simply evaporate, dissapear from life and leave no trace.
Or how stupid this whole process of evolution only to get to the point of an end that can no longer evolve.
And lest we not forget that we in our own folly created children and they in turn created their own children and brought them forth to face the very same dilema that I face today.
I am dying.
No matter what I will do hence forth, I am only delaying that innevitable crossing of death.
And even to the last moment I have the audacity to call it a crossing, as if there is another place I will be going to.
What a feable attempt, how contemptious to even think that there is something after death.
Oh so many spins are spun, heaven, reincarnation, we even are willing to accept that there is purgatory and hell.
We hold on to this one life so ridiculously that we are even willing to accept the fires and misery of a burning hell where we will spend an eternity, just not to die.
Whoever conceived just a fable. How could we be sucked into this.
This must be the sale of a life time, to have been sold such a myth.
You ask me how do I know that there is no life after death.
Well, have you actually had any sort of real confirmation of that?
No not believing, or accepting.
Have you actually seen it or spoke to some one on the other side that gave you unquestionable truth that such a place really exists?
If you tell me you have I have no other recourse but call you a liar, dillusional, insane, or maybe you are just telling me this so that you can have a gain in me believing such a story.
Getting me to support, donate to your cause , not that it improves my life, but to provide the means for you to make your life more meaningful and more comfortable.
How dare you tax me.
How dare you attempt to persuade me that this is the way it needs to be.
You tell me that it is the Law.
The Law of God, the Law of the Land, the Law of a Government that simply wants to extract my very own blood and life to the last moment, to the last drop.
How Dare You.
And I will die in shame and sorrow knowing that I too have participated in this delusion and deceit to have so carelessly brought forth children of my own to face this destiny, this fate, they do not even know lays before them.
This is far beyond shameful, it is outright criminal.
To have yielded to the animal within me and call it procreation when it is only fornication.
What really was that apple in the garden of Eden?
Yet another story to fool us that there was a glimmer of something else besides death had stupid Adam and Eve not done what ever it is that they have done.
How Dare Me!
Yes me to have accepted this story, this diversified story of life, so many different scenarious to choose from.
Yet even after all this I will resume my travel along this path of life, full knowing that it only leads to one place.
A place that is common to all of us, even though so many think they are different than me.
Yes, I will continue to try and live this life as if life is independent of death. Some separate event that is not contingent on anything. And yes I will continue lieing to my children that there is a better life before them if only they work a bit harder, focus a bit more, control and direct their steps with more care and love.
Simply put, but so true, 'be here now' .
Yep, be here now because outside of right now and here there is nothing else.
So I would ask, why not stuff all that I can stuff into this and every moment, take whatever I can, fill myself to the extreme, until I burst with fullness. What the hell (is this a pun) if there is nothing but and end to this life, why not. If it feels good here and now, why not.
So what if I hurry up my end, an end is an end no matter when.
Will I in the end really care, will it matter if my life was constraint by time.
How much time I have spent in misery and pain. Or how much I enjoyed my life and how much I have reaped. how bountiful my harvest was.
May be I am a coward. Afraid to accept anything other than my ego self and the life that I feel right now, and seek the most comfort that I can, here and now, with what I have and try to get as much as I can to extend that comfort to the last moment.
Is it about my physical comforts, that I spin in the discomfort of my consciouns.
Be somewhat dilusional that if I had acted different than I have my life would end in some other way of death.
Get real, death is death, and end is an end with no continuation.
And how full is my ego to think that the things that I leave behind will alter how my death transpires.
The legacy I leave behind, the inheritance that I collect and leave unspent.
I will spend the rest of my life, as long or short as it may be, wondering about death, what I did and what I did not do. And I will revist this space and page to correct my misspelings and maybe, but I doubt it, change my thoughts.
For sure I will add more, but even though it will sound different or use different arrangement of the same words it still will be death. This is about how my life comes to an end.
Any regrets?
Honestly?
One side of me might want to say absolutely no, but then the truth is I would like more of this life.
I would like to enjoy more of what I found so beautiful and wonderful and all that made me happy.
Yes I accept sadness, in some stupid way I feel that the depth of my sadness yields the extent and the height of my joy and happiness.
Is it an illusion a delusion?
Who knows and who cares. It is something that gives me that reason to want to avoid, delay death and extend the one life that I have.
Why?
Because I still want to experience, share, be in love.
Of all the 'things' live has offered, for me the experience of love, the touch the scent, the emotion = energy in motion, the volcanic eruption and the silence and stillness that follows, of a woman is the greatest gift of life.
To have this love justifies life and death.
But imagine if love, true and complete love, a love that of a soul mate was reached, connected, would this be the one and only way to by-pass death and live in/for eternity with no end.
So I seek to find that love.
Not with a goal to extend my life, but just to be blessed with such a love.
Is this the way to "cheat death?"
It is inevitable that after you are born you grow older and older and older and at some point the growing stops. What happens then? You whither and you die.
Not a very comfortable thought or process, but it is what it is.
Can that path that was set with your own birth be changed? What has been done can not be undone.
We can not change the paths we have taken, the acts we have committed, the opportunities we have missed.
Life is a bountiful cornucopia of experiences that at every moment of our crossing we have an option to pick or not to pick. We pick a flower we smell it, love it, and then we cry because it is whiltting, and no amount of water or sunshine can bring what was back to life.
And we cry because we think that maybe if we did not pick it, just smelled it, admired it, watched it grow, just maybe, maybe it would continue in it's beauty to fulfill our passion and fill us with joy.
But such is not life. Every flower is destined to whilt, picked or not.
A harsh truth is dealt. Was this ever a thought that occured to our mothers and fathers at the time that they acted in our creation? Did they even for a moment consider that with their action they will cause our death?
That not only we will have to suffer our birth but death as well?
Oh how thoughtlessly we act out our life.
So I say How Dare You!
How dare you tease me with this illusion of life and persuade me to find joy when in the end there will be an end to it all.
How dare you place all the burdens that I have walked through and carried to get someplace and that place is a less that glorious death.
How dare you.
How dare you God, who we are told created this planet, the earth for us to walk on only to have it all fall away into dust. Dust is what we become, if we are lucky. Sometimes we just simply evaporate, dissapear from life and leave no trace.
Or how stupid this whole process of evolution only to get to the point of an end that can no longer evolve.
And lest we not forget that we in our own folly created children and they in turn created their own children and brought them forth to face the very same dilema that I face today.
I am dying.
No matter what I will do hence forth, I am only delaying that innevitable crossing of death.
And even to the last moment I have the audacity to call it a crossing, as if there is another place I will be going to.
What a feable attempt, how contemptious to even think that there is something after death.
Oh so many spins are spun, heaven, reincarnation, we even are willing to accept that there is purgatory and hell.
We hold on to this one life so ridiculously that we are even willing to accept the fires and misery of a burning hell where we will spend an eternity, just not to die.
Whoever conceived just a fable. How could we be sucked into this.
This must be the sale of a life time, to have been sold such a myth.
You ask me how do I know that there is no life after death.
Well, have you actually had any sort of real confirmation of that?
No not believing, or accepting.
Have you actually seen it or spoke to some one on the other side that gave you unquestionable truth that such a place really exists?
If you tell me you have I have no other recourse but call you a liar, dillusional, insane, or maybe you are just telling me this so that you can have a gain in me believing such a story.
Getting me to support, donate to your cause , not that it improves my life, but to provide the means for you to make your life more meaningful and more comfortable.
How dare you tax me.
How dare you attempt to persuade me that this is the way it needs to be.
You tell me that it is the Law.
The Law of God, the Law of the Land, the Law of a Government that simply wants to extract my very own blood and life to the last moment, to the last drop.
How Dare You.
And I will die in shame and sorrow knowing that I too have participated in this delusion and deceit to have so carelessly brought forth children of my own to face this destiny, this fate, they do not even know lays before them.
This is far beyond shameful, it is outright criminal.
To have yielded to the animal within me and call it procreation when it is only fornication.
What really was that apple in the garden of Eden?
Yet another story to fool us that there was a glimmer of something else besides death had stupid Adam and Eve not done what ever it is that they have done.
How Dare Me!
Yes me to have accepted this story, this diversified story of life, so many different scenarious to choose from.
Yet even after all this I will resume my travel along this path of life, full knowing that it only leads to one place.
A place that is common to all of us, even though so many think they are different than me.
Yes, I will continue to try and live this life as if life is independent of death. Some separate event that is not contingent on anything. And yes I will continue lieing to my children that there is a better life before them if only they work a bit harder, focus a bit more, control and direct their steps with more care and love.
Simply put, but so true, 'be here now' .
Yep, be here now because outside of right now and here there is nothing else.
So I would ask, why not stuff all that I can stuff into this and every moment, take whatever I can, fill myself to the extreme, until I burst with fullness. What the hell (is this a pun) if there is nothing but and end to this life, why not. If it feels good here and now, why not.
So what if I hurry up my end, an end is an end no matter when.
Will I in the end really care, will it matter if my life was constraint by time.
How much time I have spent in misery and pain. Or how much I enjoyed my life and how much I have reaped. how bountiful my harvest was.
May be I am a coward. Afraid to accept anything other than my ego self and the life that I feel right now, and seek the most comfort that I can, here and now, with what I have and try to get as much as I can to extend that comfort to the last moment.
Is it about my physical comforts, that I spin in the discomfort of my consciouns.
Be somewhat dilusional that if I had acted different than I have my life would end in some other way of death.
Get real, death is death, and end is an end with no continuation.
And how full is my ego to think that the things that I leave behind will alter how my death transpires.
The legacy I leave behind, the inheritance that I collect and leave unspent.
I will spend the rest of my life, as long or short as it may be, wondering about death, what I did and what I did not do. And I will revist this space and page to correct my misspelings and maybe, but I doubt it, change my thoughts.
For sure I will add more, but even though it will sound different or use different arrangement of the same words it still will be death. This is about how my life comes to an end.
Any regrets?
Honestly?
One side of me might want to say absolutely no, but then the truth is I would like more of this life.
I would like to enjoy more of what I found so beautiful and wonderful and all that made me happy.
Yes I accept sadness, in some stupid way I feel that the depth of my sadness yields the extent and the height of my joy and happiness.
Is it an illusion a delusion?
Who knows and who cares. It is something that gives me that reason to want to avoid, delay death and extend the one life that I have.
Why?
Because I still want to experience, share, be in love.
Of all the 'things' live has offered, for me the experience of love, the touch the scent, the emotion = energy in motion, the volcanic eruption and the silence and stillness that follows, of a woman is the greatest gift of life.
To have this love justifies life and death.
But imagine if love, true and complete love, a love that of a soul mate was reached, connected, would this be the one and only way to by-pass death and live in/for eternity with no end.
So I seek to find that love.
Not with a goal to extend my life, but just to be blessed with such a love.
Is this the way to "cheat death?"