Eternal blackness covers a land ahead of time and space. A dense mass of infinite nothingness, unseen, unknown, hidden, as a shadow lost in darkness.
Jagged rocks surround the cruel seas, serrated edges; piercing points of death cover its shores. Nothing lives here; nothing can survive its torture and torment, the land is full of malice and anguish.
Above the skies radiate hell, lighting scars, dark clouds foreboding. Silence so intense, it would pain the senses, between the roars of thunderous, murderous rage.
Ice rain falls, blasting the land continually, colder than the absolute of zero, destroying mortality. Nothing can escape the impending doom, the ferocious peril and desperation of the malevolence, the decrepit evil that waits.
Yet through this as effortless as a bird in flight, as delicate as a petal, a pureness prevails, and does not die away. This light, this beauty, this freeness of will, survives the brutal encounter. Endures the wicked cruelty of this land, suffers its pain, suffers its sadness, for a short while.
Then fading, not able to stand the excruciating gloom, and the depth of loss, it succumbs, and fades away forever. Yet a change falls on the evil land, the eternal blackness slowly wanes, slowly disappears and crashes into the sea.
Gone forever is the land of hellish nightmares, gone forever, never able to return, drowned below the infinite sea of hope and light, gone for all eternity.
Thursday, 30 September 2010
Saturday, 25 September 2010
Chaos and Confusion
I think I have elaborated on this before but it is a fundamental issue in today’s society. We humans especially the ones living in the developed world, with our 50” LED’s, iPads, and smart phones, home computers with terabytes of hard drive space and 50 meg download speeds, blu-ray disc’s, internet, several hundred TV channels, as well as the good old fashioned newspaper, magazines, and whatever else people use to gather information. We are all lost in chaos and confusion.
Without realising it, we are constantly bombarded with masses of data, information, knowledge, some good, but most of it BS. No wonder we don’t know what is going on, we are told so many view points, so many differing opinions, most of us just switch off to it all. It’s like trying to hearing a conversion whilst standing on the dance floor with loud music blaring around you, in the middle of an earthquake. It is insane, but that is exactly how they want it to be, they don’t want you to know the truth, they don’t want you to have time to listen to all arguments objectively. They want you confused, bewildered, lost in an ocean of possibilities, unable to find the correct route home. Imagine if we were able to find a truth machine and we allowed it to sift through the masses of rubbish bombarded at us every day. I wonder how much of the supposed truth would be actually true. It is so easy to convince humans of ideas and concepts; it is so simple to make you believe what they want you to believe. Just look at our history it has been done since civilisation began. Looking truthful is better than being truthful. It gets to a point when people start to become more paranoid and sometimes radical ideas that are so unrealistic and false, totally inconceivable that anyone would be crazy to believe them, suddenly take hold. They fester underneath, hidden slowly gaining power and over time more and more people believe them until this idea becomes mainstream, and starts to cause devastation and destruction. These ideas are generally bad ideas, wrong ideas, and the future of our planet is placed in jeopardy because of them.
We live in a time when bad ideas are allowed to grow far quicker than in the past, more people hear them, and more people believe them. Why do we believe them? We believe them because we are confused and surrounded by chaos; we are brought up in fear. We are controlled and forced to believe what we are told. Yet most of what we are told is lies, or dumbed down versions of the truth, deliberately formulated to keep us all in line.
I wish someone would invent a BS machine and let it see the mess our world lives in.
Without realising it, we are constantly bombarded with masses of data, information, knowledge, some good, but most of it BS. No wonder we don’t know what is going on, we are told so many view points, so many differing opinions, most of us just switch off to it all. It’s like trying to hearing a conversion whilst standing on the dance floor with loud music blaring around you, in the middle of an earthquake. It is insane, but that is exactly how they want it to be, they don’t want you to know the truth, they don’t want you to have time to listen to all arguments objectively. They want you confused, bewildered, lost in an ocean of possibilities, unable to find the correct route home. Imagine if we were able to find a truth machine and we allowed it to sift through the masses of rubbish bombarded at us every day. I wonder how much of the supposed truth would be actually true. It is so easy to convince humans of ideas and concepts; it is so simple to make you believe what they want you to believe. Just look at our history it has been done since civilisation began. Looking truthful is better than being truthful. It gets to a point when people start to become more paranoid and sometimes radical ideas that are so unrealistic and false, totally inconceivable that anyone would be crazy to believe them, suddenly take hold. They fester underneath, hidden slowly gaining power and over time more and more people believe them until this idea becomes mainstream, and starts to cause devastation and destruction. These ideas are generally bad ideas, wrong ideas, and the future of our planet is placed in jeopardy because of them.
We live in a time when bad ideas are allowed to grow far quicker than in the past, more people hear them, and more people believe them. Why do we believe them? We believe them because we are confused and surrounded by chaos; we are brought up in fear. We are controlled and forced to believe what we are told. Yet most of what we are told is lies, or dumbed down versions of the truth, deliberately formulated to keep us all in line.
I wish someone would invent a BS machine and let it see the mess our world lives in.
Friday, 24 September 2010
Lost in a Strange Land
I am an alien, an alien lost in a strange land, surrounded by desert, smothered in confusion. I do not see what others see, I do not hear what others hear, my mind perplexes as to why this may be. Why is it I see what others do not see, why is it, that I feel and sense what others seem to miss? I wish I knew, I wish I could understand what it is, and why it is so difficult for me to be like everyone else.
I puzzle and wonder how the rest survive, how do they allow this plane existence to prevail, they do nothing to change it. Do they not want to change it? Is it easier to accept the unacceptable, is it easier to appreciate the mediocrity of life, to switch off the morbid sense of dread until your time comes and you pass into the next world.
Do others wait in hope that the next world will be better, will give them what they desire? So they suffer and conform, they forget and show no resistance, they allow the situation to envelope their minds, their souls.
Or is it just, that I am an alien, and I am the only one that feels this way, that wants to break free of this restraint, wants to rise like a phoenix from the flames, to accomplish more than my peers. To live a life of fulfilment, and joy, to see all I want to see, and cherish it forever. Yet it is me the alien who is not satisfied, and without hope, full of sadness, I weep at my misfortune and my misgivings. My waste of life, my endless faults, and insurmountable goals, are they too much to ask for? Why should I settle for less? Why should I not want to achieve the highest levels of success, and do more than anyone ever imagined, is this too much to ask?
Yet I am the alien, not like the rest, the outcast, the weird one, alone, without success. Maybe I yearn for too much; maybe I should just be like the rest, maybe I should just accept that life is like that and be happy with it. No never! I will never be happy with such a life, I will always be sad; I will always be lonely, unless I break through and fight past my struggle to succeed. Never to give up, always to fight on and on, until I have no breath left in my body.
The day you give up and accept a lesser life, is the day you die inside, it is the day you fail yourself and who you are and what you are capable of, it is the day you say goodbye.
I puzzle and wonder how the rest survive, how do they allow this plane existence to prevail, they do nothing to change it. Do they not want to change it? Is it easier to accept the unacceptable, is it easier to appreciate the mediocrity of life, to switch off the morbid sense of dread until your time comes and you pass into the next world.
Do others wait in hope that the next world will be better, will give them what they desire? So they suffer and conform, they forget and show no resistance, they allow the situation to envelope their minds, their souls.
Or is it just, that I am an alien, and I am the only one that feels this way, that wants to break free of this restraint, wants to rise like a phoenix from the flames, to accomplish more than my peers. To live a life of fulfilment, and joy, to see all I want to see, and cherish it forever. Yet it is me the alien who is not satisfied, and without hope, full of sadness, I weep at my misfortune and my misgivings. My waste of life, my endless faults, and insurmountable goals, are they too much to ask for? Why should I settle for less? Why should I not want to achieve the highest levels of success, and do more than anyone ever imagined, is this too much to ask?
Yet I am the alien, not like the rest, the outcast, the weird one, alone, without success. Maybe I yearn for too much; maybe I should just be like the rest, maybe I should just accept that life is like that and be happy with it. No never! I will never be happy with such a life, I will always be sad; I will always be lonely, unless I break through and fight past my struggle to succeed. Never to give up, always to fight on and on, until I have no breath left in my body.
The day you give up and accept a lesser life, is the day you die inside, it is the day you fail yourself and who you are and what you are capable of, it is the day you say goodbye.
Thursday, 23 September 2010
How lucky are we?
You can look at your life in many different ways, but here is one way I am sure many others have thought about and many more haven’t.
We are incredibly lucky; we have been blessed with an evolutionary advantage higher than any other living species we are aware of, but do we really feel lucky? I have to be honest I don’t feel lucky most of the time, I never win the lottery or if I do it’s only the smallest sum. I haven’t been lucky in love, or lucky in having an amazing gift or talent. Then again is this sort of luck a shallow version of it, should we not perceive luck differently. I am alive and I live in a nice part of the world, I have a roof over my head and I have good health, is that lucky? Is it if you compare me to someone living in the third world? You could go further and say well even people living in the third world, they are lucky compared to say the Dinosaurs or other extinct species, they have less luck than humans in the developed world, but at least they are humans. They have the gift of thought and self awareness, would we say that is lucky? You could say that having those gifts when living in extreme poverty is more of a curse than a gift so not lucky after all, since they have little or no chance to fully use their advantage for anything more than survival.
We know you don’t need self awareness and a conscience to survive, most animals don’t have these evolutionary advantages, but you could say they are lucky to be alive and not extinct, though I would suspect the Tiger in Bengal may not feel so lucky as its population decreases, or the Veal Calf as it travels to its imminent death. Then again it does not know it’s going to die, it is a dumb animal breed as food; is the calf lucky to have lived at all or unlucky? Is an antelope jumping merrily across the African savannah lucky, and is it unlucky when a pride of Lions catch it and eat it alive? Luck is relative.
We humans alive today can be perceived as being lucky, our ancestors have survived disease, and hardships we could only imagine. We have survived the constant changes in culture, religion, leadership, and the awful consequences all of those have had on certain parts of the population. We have survived war, famine, conquest, and climate change, hotter or colder. Our ancestors were strong enough to live long enough to pass on their code; they were not badly injured or lame, disabled or impaired. They survived prejudice, and likely they were conformists.
If we go further back, our distant ancestors were good hunters or gathers, they could stay warm and find food, they survived long ice ages, and were not eaten by carnivorous animals. Further back before we were even humans, we survived many extinction events, from asteroids, comets, super volcanoes, tsunamis, earthquakes, and of course colder ice ages. It is quite amazing if you look back on the history of the planet and think what are the chances of all those factors happening to let you live today. We could go further and say we are lucky that our planet was able to stabilise enough to support life. That we were fortunate to have a nice Mars sized object hit Earth, to give us our Moon. That our Sun was the right size, so it burned its fuel at a rate that meant it lasted billions of years instead of millions. That our Sun happened to find itself, lost, alone far away from the billions of other stars, so we have night and day and not just constant day. I could go on and on but I think I have made my point. We are lucky, I think we need to start to realise it. Maybe if we think positively about how lucky we are, this luck will continue and maybe if we are really lucky, it will give us a portion of luck we actually want and would appreciate. Otherwise we waste this luck, we waste what it has taken to receive this luck, and that would be a shame.
It is hard at times to appreciate how lucky we are, I know I find it difficult, and I find it even harder when I see what others have. I don’t mean the few who have more; I mean the billions who have less, the ones who should feel lucky to be humans, alive today in this world of plenty, but who aren’t. Can we ever make luck fairer or it that impossible, or do we need to recognise that luck does not exist, and it is just the circumstance of reality. You can either attempt to better yourself and your circumstance or you can just accept it.
Anyway to everyone out there I wish you all good luck.
We are incredibly lucky; we have been blessed with an evolutionary advantage higher than any other living species we are aware of, but do we really feel lucky? I have to be honest I don’t feel lucky most of the time, I never win the lottery or if I do it’s only the smallest sum. I haven’t been lucky in love, or lucky in having an amazing gift or talent. Then again is this sort of luck a shallow version of it, should we not perceive luck differently. I am alive and I live in a nice part of the world, I have a roof over my head and I have good health, is that lucky? Is it if you compare me to someone living in the third world? You could go further and say well even people living in the third world, they are lucky compared to say the Dinosaurs or other extinct species, they have less luck than humans in the developed world, but at least they are humans. They have the gift of thought and self awareness, would we say that is lucky? You could say that having those gifts when living in extreme poverty is more of a curse than a gift so not lucky after all, since they have little or no chance to fully use their advantage for anything more than survival.
We know you don’t need self awareness and a conscience to survive, most animals don’t have these evolutionary advantages, but you could say they are lucky to be alive and not extinct, though I would suspect the Tiger in Bengal may not feel so lucky as its population decreases, or the Veal Calf as it travels to its imminent death. Then again it does not know it’s going to die, it is a dumb animal breed as food; is the calf lucky to have lived at all or unlucky? Is an antelope jumping merrily across the African savannah lucky, and is it unlucky when a pride of Lions catch it and eat it alive? Luck is relative.
We humans alive today can be perceived as being lucky, our ancestors have survived disease, and hardships we could only imagine. We have survived the constant changes in culture, religion, leadership, and the awful consequences all of those have had on certain parts of the population. We have survived war, famine, conquest, and climate change, hotter or colder. Our ancestors were strong enough to live long enough to pass on their code; they were not badly injured or lame, disabled or impaired. They survived prejudice, and likely they were conformists.
If we go further back, our distant ancestors were good hunters or gathers, they could stay warm and find food, they survived long ice ages, and were not eaten by carnivorous animals. Further back before we were even humans, we survived many extinction events, from asteroids, comets, super volcanoes, tsunamis, earthquakes, and of course colder ice ages. It is quite amazing if you look back on the history of the planet and think what are the chances of all those factors happening to let you live today. We could go further and say we are lucky that our planet was able to stabilise enough to support life. That we were fortunate to have a nice Mars sized object hit Earth, to give us our Moon. That our Sun was the right size, so it burned its fuel at a rate that meant it lasted billions of years instead of millions. That our Sun happened to find itself, lost, alone far away from the billions of other stars, so we have night and day and not just constant day. I could go on and on but I think I have made my point. We are lucky, I think we need to start to realise it. Maybe if we think positively about how lucky we are, this luck will continue and maybe if we are really lucky, it will give us a portion of luck we actually want and would appreciate. Otherwise we waste this luck, we waste what it has taken to receive this luck, and that would be a shame.
It is hard at times to appreciate how lucky we are, I know I find it difficult, and I find it even harder when I see what others have. I don’t mean the few who have more; I mean the billions who have less, the ones who should feel lucky to be humans, alive today in this world of plenty, but who aren’t. Can we ever make luck fairer or it that impossible, or do we need to recognise that luck does not exist, and it is just the circumstance of reality. You can either attempt to better yourself and your circumstance or you can just accept it.
Anyway to everyone out there I wish you all good luck.
Sunday, 19 September 2010
History Fact or Fiction
When you look back on the whole of history, you have to ask yourself, was it actually like that? We all know the age old saying history is written by the winners, but it’s more than that. History was written by no one, it was passed on by word of mouth and you know how quickly humans embellish stories. We should be wary of ancient wisdom, and I am not just talking about the Bible, I mean anything from longer than about 400 years ago. I expect that most of the events we cherish throughout the vast history of humanity or at least civilised humanity actually happened. Though I expect most of it was nothing like it is portrayed, I find it amusing how certain documentary channels seem to love to recreate events as if they were fact and definite in history. Nearly all of these tales are stories, myths, legends, with probably a tiny element of truth in them. I saw a program that tried to say David and Goliath was a real event. They also did a tall tale about Joshua and the fall of Jericho, and they mix these tales in with Caesar’s battles and Alexander’s fooling people into believing there is some truth in them. I think it is bad television. The nonsense about Nostradamus, and his supposed fortune telling and prophesising, also aired as if it was a fact. No wonder there are so many people out there, dumbed down so far they will believe anything. The Atlantis myth is another favourite, which deceitful people use to exploit the dumb and the stupid.
I wrote a story about a man who invents a time machine, but not like the ones you see on films, this one was more like a fancy version of Google Earth. Using the memory of atoms, he found away to trace back history and show it on a computer screen. You just picked the date, time, and place and off it went just like Google Earth to find what happened, you then see a virtual creation of the past. After marvelling at his creation he is faced with a dilemma, if he allowed people to use his time machine, they might go back and see things that are best left in the past. Crimes of the past could be solved; secret packs between countries alliances, and betrayal, wives checking to see if their husbands were unfaithful, etc. He decides he has to destroy his creation, for he sees things from the distant past that would change the very fabric of society. Changes of power, the rise of religions and deities, mass genocide by supposed peaceful nations. He had opened Pandora’s Box, he now knew the truth about history and what scared him the most is nearly all of it was wrong.
It would be cool to see though wouldn’t it?
I wrote a story about a man who invents a time machine, but not like the ones you see on films, this one was more like a fancy version of Google Earth. Using the memory of atoms, he found away to trace back history and show it on a computer screen. You just picked the date, time, and place and off it went just like Google Earth to find what happened, you then see a virtual creation of the past. After marvelling at his creation he is faced with a dilemma, if he allowed people to use his time machine, they might go back and see things that are best left in the past. Crimes of the past could be solved; secret packs between countries alliances, and betrayal, wives checking to see if their husbands were unfaithful, etc. He decides he has to destroy his creation, for he sees things from the distant past that would change the very fabric of society. Changes of power, the rise of religions and deities, mass genocide by supposed peaceful nations. He had opened Pandora’s Box, he now knew the truth about history and what scared him the most is nearly all of it was wrong.
It would be cool to see though wouldn’t it?
Saturday, 18 September 2010
Questions
You know what questions captivate me the most, the questions I ask myself, the questions that enlighten my soul. What is this amazing, realism, reality, we are lucky enough to experience? What does it mean to live a life, and does it have significance in the game being played? What is beyond our comprehension, our limits of understanding? Will my life carry on, to other unknown dimensions, when this reality draws to a close? What is reality and what is illusion? Can we break past set parameters, the ridged barriers and see the other side? I would love to see the other side, and the other side of that side, until I have seen every side, every, plausibility. Is life fate and destiny, set down with rules to follow? Or does it choose its own, true flow? Like a stream ebbing, to and fro, slowly increasing as each stream meets stream, until becoming a river. Are we a large river heading for an Ocean, how deep is that Ocean? Is it infinite or is it something beyond infinite? This is what sets my mind, racing, flying through ideas and concepts, philosophical wonder, and mystique.
Ode
Ode to the dreams, a blissful longing,
Ode to the warm summer rain,
Ode to a love, a lifelong lust,
Ode to the flowers in Spring.
Ode to the beauty, sensual and radiant,
Ode to the life giving Sun,
Ode to the passion, intensity,
Ode to excitement and fun.
Ode to ones soul, and ones soul mate,
Ode to the burnt reds of dusk,
Ode to calm, quiet, contemplation,
Ode to a life full of peace.
Ode to the happiness and the joy,
Ode to the leaves in the fall,
Ode to creation, the eternal horizon,
Ode to the friendship of all.
Ode to the warm summer rain,
Ode to a love, a lifelong lust,
Ode to the flowers in Spring.
Ode to the beauty, sensual and radiant,
Ode to the life giving Sun,
Ode to the passion, intensity,
Ode to excitement and fun.
Ode to ones soul, and ones soul mate,
Ode to the burnt reds of dusk,
Ode to calm, quiet, contemplation,
Ode to a life full of peace.
Ode to the happiness and the joy,
Ode to the leaves in the fall,
Ode to creation, the eternal horizon,
Ode to the friendship of all.
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