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Altering A Belief



Is like discarding

A distinct indelible memory

Or, an indoctrinated one



Part of your existence

Is tethered to your beliefs

Without a Bluetooth pairing

Or a wireless connection

To a local area network

Or even stored in a “cloud”



It is just an infinite coupling

In the elusive ether of

Something you can not

See, touch, smell, or hear

Yet, you “know” it is there




Imagine that

How one conducts themselves…

Treat people, work, save, spend

Share, speak, drive, eat, etc…

Stem from neurological

Electrical impulses

Which can not be undone

Or replicated similarly




Where are memories stored

Whatever happened

Happened back there

In both nonexistent time

Plus, un-locatable space



If people believe

That they believe

In the “same” “God”

A small series

Of questions

Will bear out that

Nobody does

But are willing

For the sake of

A convenient label

That they do

My guess is that it is

A safety in numbers thing



Making it fair

Arrogant or

Egotistical to say



I will believe

In your God or

What you believe

When you can

Disprove my

Solipsism



That is how

Easy it is to

Alter a belief



Fear Fear


More than you

Fear death

For death will only

Kill you once

Fear will kill you

Constantly and

Mercilessly


The Reality Bending



Mind numbing

Cognitive dissonance

Dichotomous information

Coming through

Multiple outlets

Generated from

The exact same source

(Advertisers)

Via constant content

Through news and sports

Scandals and cover-ups

Recycled and repeated

Content to confuse with

Competing contexts

Chaos and conundrums

Reveals clearly what

Not who is in control

That of the multinational

Greedy pig corporations

Serving humanity by

Destroying its habitat

Through consumption

Of temporary items

Ready to replace

With recycled rubbish

By reminding you

You are not enough

Without abysmal

Emptiness filling stuff



“I don’t know what word in the English language, I can’t find one, applies to people who are willing to sacrifice the literal existence of organized human life so they can put a few more dollars into highly stuffed pockets, the word evil doesn’t even begin to approach it. ”

– Noam Chomsky


Let this sink in.

“Chomsky is credited with revolutionizing the linguistics field by introducing the Chomsky hierarchy, generative grammar and the concept of a universal grammar, which underlies all human speech and is based in the innate structure of the mind/brain.”

– College of Social and Behavioral Sciences



In an effort to unbend reality, next time you are at a store, look at the stuff you are not looking for. The stuff, usually hanging “randomly” on an extension of the shelf you are walking by.

As I write this, what comes to mind is a “brand”- piece of plastic square two-piece sandwich holder. Retail, about $ 4.⁰⁰ with probably a $ .⁷⁷ COGS bottom line expense. If purchased by whoever, it will probably get used about five times before it ends up in the trash. Then, going back to the disposable sandwich, clear double sealed bags that do the same thing with less hassle.

Whether it be that, or whatever eye-catching garbage is for sale, stop and contemplate that somewhere it was manufactured using petroleum products to make it, cardboard, plastic, and ink to package it. Shipped from thousands of miles away, stuffed into a metal container, unloaded near a shore, transferred to a warehouse.

Organized to be redistributed to competing retailers, for just-in-time inventory to hundreds of various retailers. Only to land in a landfill. Which will require more petroleum to power the bulldozers used to bury the discarded plastic.

If through other means, it doesn’t end up floating in the ocean. Which gets there, by dumping it……in the ocean. Ooopsie. As part of the process of manufacturing the stuff we will throw away anyway.



“Ever wonder why we’re fucked up as a species?”


– Bill Hicks


Whether you buy it or not, look down the burgeoning soda aisle, with all of its brightly colored distinctive corporate packaging. Now imagine, if it was all just black lettering on a white background that read. Hi fructose colored flavored corn syrup with fizzy carbonation, forcing you to look for the “flavor” you wanted in small print. Next to the “diet” sodas, loaded with aspartame. Which aren’t really about diet and more for addiction.

Who knew a glass of water would sound so appealing right now.




“I write to expunge the darkness
So that someday
Light may shine through”


– Angelo Devlin

My Best Perception

“Youths are passed through schools that don’t teach. Then forced to search for jobs that don’t exist and finally left stranded to stare at the glamorous lives advertised around them.”

– Huey Newton



My best perception

Of the parable of

Pavlov’s pups is

Not to play along

With pings of peals

As per programming

Of pupil patriotism

Per paltry pledges

Via public performances


Whew


Here’s where this came from….


Whilst attending a grandchild’s, for lack of better words, brain competition, (finally, not sport). Held early in the school’s gym.

Sitting on the bleachers waiting for it to start, before the participants came out, the bell had rung. Basically, a short, near what could be considered a brief “fire alarm” burst of sound to start the school children’s day. Followed by… a militaristic monotone recitation of the pledge of allegiance, way too loud.

I get it and understand

“The Pledge of Allegiance, ultimately, is coffee for elementary school students. “… And to the republic for which it stands, one nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.

FUCK, I’m at SCHOOL! Can we say it again? I need a second cup.”

– Lewis Black


However, the gathering attendees (alleged adults), much to my shock, horror, dismay, incredulity, put down their phones, and or stopped their conversations, to stand and face a flag, put their hand over their heart and……. FOLLOWED ALONG……. to no one, leading the “Pledge” for no reason whatsoever. Aaagggghhhhh.

Either everyone rose to play along and pretend they are patriotic by participating (maybe, they’ll get a trophy) or, more likely they are so indoctrinated in their behavior, since near birth, they fail fabulously at their critical thinking skills, to realize, that “The Pledge” was not intended for them.



“And Liberty…

The meaning of Liberty

The dictionary definition…

“Liberty means freedom from government restriction and control”.

Not only do we not have liberty.

Who has less liberty than the children, you make say this. (Pledge)

That’s the irony. They get the least liberty, you’ve had it. We don’t have, they got… [??] They can’t do shit.

We got the oldest children in the world in this country.”


– Doug Stanhope



Unfortunately, that wasn’t the worst of it. It was followed by an extended slogan of grade school gibberish as to thoughtless conduct of behavior towards fellow students.

Certainly not to behave in an individual way of decency, kindness for its own sake, but rather a group programmed one. Triggered to a tee to salivate subconsciously of social conditioning.


“You know what stickers I hate? The ones that say ‘We are the proud parents of an honor student at Mars High’ or whatever other innocent sounding name, that has been assigned by the indoctrination center where their child has been sent to be stripped of his individuality and turned into an obedient-souldead-conformist member of the american consumer culture.

Proud parents? What kind of empty people need to validate themselves through the acheivements of their children?

Here’s a bumper sticker I’d like to see:

‘We are the proud parents of a child whose self-esteem is sufficient that he doesn’t need us promoting his minor scholastic acheivements on the back of our car’ or ‘We are the proud parents of a child who has resisted his teacher’s attempts to break his spirit and bend him to the will of his corporate masters’ ”

– George Carlin

“Pity The Nation”

“Pity the nation whose people are sheep
And whose shepherds mislead them
Pity the nation whose leaders are liars
Whose sages are silenced
and whose bigots haunt the airways
Pity the nation that raises not its voice
but aims to rule the world
by force and by torture
And knows
No other language but its own
Pity the nation whose breath is money
and sleeps the sleep of the too well fed
Pity the nation Oh pity the people of my country
My country, tears of thee
Sweet land of liberty!”

– Lawrence Ferlinghetti




Does Pavlov ring a bell?


https://www.simplypsychology.org/pavlov.html



“Humanity” is not very pretty

When it sees itself

In a collective mirror.”


– Angelo Devlin

It’s My Energy



Well, not technically….



Energy is an infinite

Source / supply of power

Constantly running

Through everything

Anything and “nothing”

So when I write

It’s my energy

I mean the infinitesimally

Small, itsy bitsy, teeny weeny

Miniscule, zeptosecond

Amount I am responsible for

During states of wakefulness

Through receptors and

Neurotransmitters in “my” brain



That I delude myself into

Maybe realizing I might be able

To control in some minute way



Am finally “learning”

After all this alleged “time”

In this soul vehicle of 58

Earth measured “years”

To utilize “my” energy in ways

That is less angry and frustrating

By instantly recognizing

A broken pattern of behavior

That habitually is steered

Towards agitation and pain

Darkness and desperation



Catching quickly the moment

It occurs to redirect it positively

Into personal productivity

With patience and perseverance

Listening and empathy




So far, so, #uck this is hard

Especially now that I know

I have the ways and means

To choose how to use my

Limited free will to overcome

Habitual aggravation triggers



The key factor is using the phrase

“It’s my energy,” which could be

It is my energy. However, by way

Of the contraction, I can make it

What I call a five finger mantra

Imbedding the syllables into my hand

Starting with either thumb

Then, index, middle, ring, and pinky

Realizing now, that either way, it

Moves from the heart outwards


To extend it, may add

“That I must care for”

(Responsibility has one too many syllables)




“I do not know

Where I am going

But I do know

I am moving forward. “



– Angelo Devlin







Contrary Existence


That which

Does not exist

Can be imagined

That which is

Imaginable

Can exist




How can one

Grasp reality

When it has

No handles?

Besides being

Too heavy to lift

To awkward for

A proper grip

No one can carry

The other end

If their subjective

Shared certainty

Does not match

Malleable minds



All of the cute

Reasonable rhetoric

Used to describe

Detailed definitions

Of how one perceives

A particular point *



If the other person

Does not or can not

Play along perceptibly

Then all is lost

Save for the challenge

Of (if both are willing)

To connect their hand/mind

Michaelangelo style

Of at least attempting

To connect to the

Painted depiction of

Touching the hand of

God / Word / reality

Never quite reaching

But always trying to

See and understand

Each other’s

Subjective solipsism





* is something I call

The communicating pizza dilemma

Which is as follows

If you met a person who had never tried, tasted, or smelled pizza and they wanted to know exactly how it tastes. The best you could do is break down and describe the particular ingredients and their savory sensations combined as a unit.

Starting with the dough, turned crust, covered with a tomato sauce. Spicy salty or sweet. Followed by pepperoni, cheese, peppers, onions, olives, etcetera, so on and so forth. Let alone what it is like to eat it, hot and fresh or cold and / or reheated.

No matter how clear, clever, and concise your detailed descriptions are. The other person will never ever experience the same sensation you understand.

Not only that, when you are describing your experience, you are not simultaneously experiencing how you taste pizza when you are actually tactilely owning that, at a moment when you yourself are actually eating pizza.

All the mind melds of mozzarella, gooey and stringy and stretchy, not quite hot enough to burn either tongue, is going to let anyone else experience your subjective experience.


Meanwhile, I was sidetracked

After describing contrary existence

As a simple stand-alone short blog post……..



That which

Does not exist

Can be imagined

That which is

Imaginable

Can exist




“I never wish to be right,
Only to be understood,

If you have questioned
Your beliefs. Then maybe
I have done some good. “

– Angelo Devlin

Nobody Knows


What life might be like

On the planet Mars

Save for projections

On what we may have

Seen or heard so far

For years, we believed

There is no water

It is what we need

To live, but who cares

Each of the 8B individuals

Thinking. If only they could

Design their own utopia

To go, they gladly would

A life unbelievably

Imagined with such mirth

When the same could be

Accomplished on this earth

Starting with looking around

Stop terraforming the ground

Destroying habitats so

We can live safe and sound

Here is how we will

Make it safely to Mars

When everyone here is

Housed fed and healthy

Under the exact same star

Then there will be

No reason to go

We will have made

Heaven here

Now you know




“My solipsistic worldview

Does not allow me to see

What may be real reality.”

– Angelo Devlin





The Intricacies Of A Thought



Are absolutely fascinating

Starting with the post title

Where did it come from

Was it suspended in the ether

While I moved into its space

Absorbed it in gray spongey matter

To rerelease it as a blog post

Contemplating what it is

Why is it manifesting

Here and now for k(no)w reason

How come is it in the language

I barely understand, yet use

Daily, without proper grammar

Or perfect punctuation

What is the message

Or, If there is even one

Is it just random rhetoric

That serves no purpose

Could it be the key to opening

The secrets of the universe

Not only did the thought occur

In a location “back,” there

On a rapid rotating sphere

Hurling through the cosmos

When the sun was becoming visible

That thought gripped my imagination

Yet, while dissecting it here

Thousands and thousands of

Other thoughts have occurred

As the sun became invisible

Some turned into action

Others into dialog between people

All while hoping to retain the word

Intricacies until I could jot it down

To develop this contemplation

Putting it in pixilated print for

Myself and others to read

Either once or over and again



“But then, I cannot escape the objection that there is no state of mind, however simple, which does not change every moment, since there is no consciousness without memory, and no continuation of a state without the addition, to the present feeling, of the memory of past moments. It is this which constitutes duration.

Inner duration is the continuous life of a memory which prolongs the past into the present, the present either containing within it in a distinct form the ceaselessly growing image of the past, or, more profoundly, showing by its continual change of quality the heavier and still heavier load we drag behind us as we grow older.

Without this survival of the past into the present there would be no duration, but only instantaneity.”

― Henri Bergson


(Why/how did I “stumble” across this quote at this “time”, that in my mind seems to fit the content and context of this post, to help, in at least my understanding of thought, either simple or intricate.)


Lending to Einstein’s theory that

Everything is happening all at once

Yet according to Dr. Brian Greene

Time is following an arrow

Seemingly both must be correct

Seeing as how I can not

Unexperience that thought about

The intricacies of a thought

It goes on, yet proceeded from

One thought to another while/as

It is/was presented here, ….. whew




“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”

– Angelo Devlin



Your thoughts?

Social Schadenfreude



Watching the big

Get way too big

For their britches

Unveiling threats

In not so veiled

Dark disguises

Pony up ‘publicans

‘Cause it is time to pay

The pied piper

The Demo – rats

Are outta the picture

But now you

Has gotsa pay


“You made a million dollar wager, and ya lost! You made a million dollar wager, on spec, with no money in the bank to back it up, and now the mob is comin’ to take your thumbs!”

– Doug Stanhope



At the price of

Your children

Or let’s say your morals

If put another way

For it seems that Donnie

Has a new henchmen

With his side consigliere

An irregular Roy Cohn

Or Luca Brasi, if you will


“Elon and Vivek talked about having a naughty list and a nice list for members of Congress and senators and how we vote and how we’re spending the American people’s money,” said Rep. Marjorie Taylor Greene, R-Ga. (She says so proudly… until they come for her.)

Trump’s second term comes with the specter of the world’s richest man serving as his political enforcer *. Within Trump’s team, there is a feeling that Musk not only supports Trump’s agenda and Cabinet appointments, but is intent on seeing them through to the point of pressuring Republicans who may be less devout.”

– ABC News

Just for balance, I found the same article in Newsmax with AP given credit. Maybe, maybe there is only a few or one news source that disseminates the public’s propaganda for power.



*
“People have asked, uhm, and wonder how it could come to pass that business in this country could get completely out of control, and it’s pretty understandable now.

Everybody knows what the truth of the situation is now. Because it’s obvious and the is the fact is that business and government have been in bed together our whole lives.

The difference is that they used to keep it hidden. They used to be #ucking each other, but we didn’t know about it.

//

Now they do it right in front of us. They have no guilt whatsoever. They are just like two big dogs that are stuck together and can’t separate. Even a glass of water won’t stop them.

They are out of control, but that is just the way it is. I don’t care if you are Democrat or Republican. Okay, doesn’t matter. Both parties are up to their neck in this.”

– Lewis Black




“I have this feeling, man, ’cause you know, it’s just a handful of people who run everything, you know … that’s true, it’s provable. It’s not … I’m not a fucking conspiracy nut, it’s provable.

A handful, a very small elite, run and own these corporations, which include the mainstream media.”

– Bill Hicks



Meanwhile, the stringless meat puppets, follow along, via dopey daily distractions, like a consciousness kayfabe that keeps the collective calm. Pointing their fingers at the entertainment unbeknownst to them that it is themselves in the mirror, they are amused by.


“It’s never going to get any better, don’t look for it. Be happy with what you got. Because the owners of this country don’t want that.

I’m talking about the real owners now.

The big wealthy business interests that control things and make all the important decisions.

Forget the politicians. They are irrelevant.

The politicians are put there to give you the idea that you have freedom of choice.

You don’t.

You have no choice.

You have owners.

They own you.

They own everything.

They own all the important land.

They own, and control the corporations.

They’ve long since bought, and paid for the Senate, the Congress, the state houses, the city halls, they got the judges in their back pockets and they own all the big media companies, so they control just about all of the news and information you get to hear.

They’ve got you by the balls.”

– George Carlin



With the assistance of

Brilliant comic minds



“I write to expunge the darkness
So that someday
Light may shine through”


– Angelo Devlin

The Collective Rules


Are made up by the collective

As they go along, making rules

To cover not having any rules

Or having rules being ignored

With such exceptions to rules

That rules are made to be broken

Which seems to be a silly rule

Which is not quite as wacky

That not all the rules are

Fair in love or war, even though

Both seem to be direct opposites

Rules with exceptions

Seem to be the rule


“The kids have rules to live up to, but most of the rules were tough. They had some good rules, y’know, I don’t mean to put them down. Parents had some pretty good rules. No running with the scissors. That’s one I never disobeyed. Made sense to me. This big mother’ll go right through me.

“What are you doing?”I’m not running with the scissors…for one thing.” They had a couple more good rules. They had another one: No sticking your head out of the high-speed railroad train window. Say, goddamn, Dad, good rule. Doesn’t want our heads chopped off. Fantastic, Dad.

But then they had some dumb rules: No running in the hall. Where ya gonna run? In the rooms? Gotta keep turning in the rooms, man, s**t! You can’t get up any speed at all, man, s**t! Hallways were made for runners. The hallway sprint – try to take that quick right before you crash into the statue of the Sacred Heart- man blow everybody… blow the whole feast day.

They had another dumb rule: No singing at the table. Why not? One guy with a bad voice fucked it up for everybody else? No singing at the table. How about humming? No, by extension, humming and whistling included. There’s no such rule as no screaming at the top of your lungs at the table. That ought to be good to try that. Show me the rule. You could stand right next to the table and sing your ass off. Just don’t sit down, man.

🎵”I’m standing near the table during dinner and I’m singing and it isn’t even covered by……….. your rules.” 🎵

“Sit down, you.” That was your middle name…you. “Come here, you.”

– George Carlin





The kicker is that now

The rule of law will be replaced

With the rule of Murphy’s law

Anything that can go wrong, will

Competing with Yhprum’s law

Which is a pretty good rule

Anything that can go right, will

Not like that ever gets followed



Some rules seem to have more weight

Since they were allegedly written in stone

Others preserved on papyrus in an

Underground bomb proof shelter

When not on public display holds rules

Which are mostly malleable and

Convenient to placate the proletariot


Whether in stone or on sacred paper…….


“Did you really think we want those laws (rules) observed?” said Dr. Ferris. “We want them to be broken. You’d better get it straight that it’s not a bunch of boy scouts you’re up against…

We’re after power and we mean it… There’s no way to rule innocent men. The only power any government has is the power to crack down on criminals.

Well, when there aren’t enough criminals one makes them. One declares so many things to be a crime that it becomes impossible for men to live without breaking laws.

Who wants a nation of law-abiding citizens? What’s there in that for anyone?

But just pass the kind of laws that can neither be observed nor enforced or objectively interpreted – and you create a nation of law-breakers – and then you cash in on guilt.

Now that’s the system, Mr. Reardon, that’s the game, and once you understand it, you’ll be much easier to deal with.”

― Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged




While still giving the supposed

Adherers of those rules that they do

Not really need to adhere to those rules

With near minimal to zero research

There does not seem to be any rules

Covering any impedance for greed



The unspoken rule as immortalized

In the movie “Wall Street”  “Greed is good”

“The point is, ladies and gentlemen, that greed, for lack of a better word, is good. Greed is right, greed works. Greed clarifies, cuts through, and captures the essence of the evolutionary spirit. Greed, in all of its forms; greed for life, for money, for love, knowledge has marked the upward surge of mankind”. 


– “Gordon Gecko”


Gecko – a small cold blooded reptile feeding off insects. Hmmmm.


The dismissed part of greed

Is that greed also kills

Which is more of a devolutionary grind

Than capturing an evolutionary spirit

I guess it depends on how we want

To proceed with the collective rules




“Humanity” is not very pretty

When it sees itself

In a collective mirror.”

– Angelo Devlin