Star light, star bright,
First star I see tonight,
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Have this wish I wish tonight.
Too cliché
Too weak
Star moving star warming
First star I see this morning
Appreciate the creative burning
To live the life that I am enjoying
“And immediately, I thought of the sun. Happened like that. Overnight I became a sun-worshipper. Well, not overnight, you can’t see the sun at night. But first thing the next morning, I became a sun-worshipper.
Several reasons. First of all, I can see the sun, okay? Unlike some other gods I could mention, I can actually see the sun. I’m big on that. If I can see something, I don’t know, it kind of helps the credibility along, you know?
So everyday I can see the sun, as it gives me everything I need; heat, light, food, flowers in the park, reflections on the lake, an occasional skin cancer, but hey.
At least there are no crucifixions, and we’re not setting people on fire simply because they don’t agree with us.
Sun worship is fairly simple. There’s no mystery, no miracles, no pageantry, no one asks for money, there are no songs to learn, and we don’t have a special building where we all gather once a week to compare clothing.
And the best thing about the sun, it never tells me I’m unworthy. Doesn’t tell me I’m a bad person who needs to be saved.
Hasn’t said an unkind word. Treats me fine. So, I worship the sun. But, I don’t pray to the sun. Know why? I wouldn’t presume on our friendship. It’s not polite.”
– George Carlin
“The Prisoner”
We want information
Information
Information
Who are you?
The new number 2
Who is number 1?
You are number 6
I am not a number!
I am a free man!
– Iron Maiden
– “The Prisoner” A late 60’s TV show
Could there be a more subtle global authoritarianism laid out in the simplicity of having to posses a piece of paper / plastic “stating” where you are from?
Declaring to a subordinate state system surrogate, stating where you are going. What “borders” you can “cross”. If you may return or not.
Where you belong, where you reside, who you pay your loyalties to (taxes), enabling you, your “privilege” to drive.
Whether or not, if you are found deceased if some one else can use your parts that in no way shape or form will you be able to use them.
With different pieces of paper or plastic to distinguish between whether or not you are able to qualify for medical help. Likewise the quality of that care, based on what “info” is printed or programmed onto such.
Simply because of the “value” of what you do in society is given a numerical assignment as to how many numbers you get with varying degrees of commas and a period deciding your “worth”.
Laid out on either paper or plasma screens, representing something that does not exist in the first place.
Strangeness that you can take all the way to the “bank”. Something to think about.
“The Prisoner”
We want information
Information
Information
Who are you?
The new number 2
Who is number 1?
You are number 6
I am not a number! I am a free man!
[Laughter]
I’m on the run, I kill to eat
I’m starving now, feeling dead on my feet
Going all the way, I’m natures beast
Do what I want and do as I please
Run – Fight – To breathe – It’s tough
Now you see me now you don’t
Break the walls I’m coming out
Not a prisoner I’m a free man
And my blood is my own now
Don’t care where the past was
I know where I’m going …out!
If you kill me it’s self defense
And if I kill ya’ then I call it vengeance
Spit in your eye I will defy
You’ll be afraid when I call out your name
Run – Fight – To breathe – It’s gonna be tough
Now you see me now you don’t
Break the walls I’m coming out
Not a prisoner I’m a free man
And my blood is my own now
Don’t care where the past was
I know where I’m going
I’m not a number I’m a free man
Live my life where I want to
You’d better scratch me
from your black book
Cause’ I’ll run rings around you
“The decay and disintegration of this culture is astonishingly amusing if you are emotionally detached from it.”
– George Carlin
Schadenfreude Entropic Dissolution
The glee enjoyed watching the dysfunctional system collapse.
Listen…….
The next revolution is going to be a revolution of ideas.
– Bill Hicks
Meanwhile
We are
Merely
Microscopic dots
Making
Fantastical
Multidimensional
Intricately Designed
Holographic Projections
Against
An Infinite
Cosmic Backdrop
Infused and Interlaced
With Malleable Emotions
Memories and Beliefs
Accurate yet Distorted
Encompassing all
That
We perceive
To be reality
What if the crimes against humanity is having things be crimes, instead finding peaceable permanent solutions.
Moving past the repetition of repent and recidivism.
It is becoming increasingly and glaringly obvious that the rule of law is not working. As the rulers are more lawless then the ruled.
My favorite long Ayn Rand quote.
“Did you really think we want those laws 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
All the world’s indeed a stage
And we are merely players
Performers and portrayers
Each another’s audience
Outside the gilded cage
“Limelight”
– Rush
Won’t it be strange
When you get
To your gates
Either pearly
Or burning hot
To find that
Either way
You were
The script writer
Set designer
Foley artist
Stunt coordinator
Key grip
Lighting technician
Location supervisor
Executive producer
Of your own movie
Would you give
It another rewrite?
Punch up the script
Dare to ask for help?
“The program for this evening is not new
You’ve seen this entertainment
through and through.
You’ve seen your birth your life and death.
You might recall all of the rest
Did you have a good world
when you died?
Enough to base a movie on?”
Jim Morrison
“Limelight”
– Rush
Living on a lighted stage
Approaches the unreal
For those who think and feel
In touch with some reality
Beyond the gilded cage
Cast in this unlikely role
Ill-equipped to act
With insufficient tact
One must put up barriers
To keep oneself intact
[Chorus:]
Living in the limelight
The universal dream
For those who wish to seem
Those who wish to be
Must put aside the alienation
Get on with the fascination
The real relation
The underlying theme
Living in a fish eye lens
Caught in the camera eye
I have no heart to lie
I can’t pretend a stranger
Is a long-awaited friend
All the world’s indeed a stage
And we are merely players
Performers and portrayers
Each another’s audience
Outside the gilded cage
That’s all I want, that’s all you need in life, is a little place for your stuff, ya know? // That’s all your house is, a place to keep your stuff. If you didn’t have so much stuff, you wouldn’t need a house.
You could just walk around all the time.
A house is just a pile of stuff with a cover on it.
– George Carlin
We’ve been indoctrinated into believing we can “own” stuff, or posses “stuff”.
What follows suit then, is the notion that other entities can “take” our stuff.
Or that, our stuff, doesn’t measure up to other people’s stuff, causing an illusionary need to get “better” stuff.
Worse yet, acquiring more stuff, under the deadly deeply imbedded meme “he who dies with the most toys (stuff) “wins”.
Wrong, he who dies with the most toys, dies, regardless how much stuff acquired.
Time for a new meme.
Whoever dies with no hate in their heart or animosity towards fellow space travelers, leaves a legacy of kindness and charity in their absence, wins.
Oh shit, that won’t work, can’t fit that on a t-shirt. Nevermind.
Stranger still, equating that giving and receiving material stuff expresses love.
An emotion on the metaphorical level of DaVinci’s hand of man to God, can’t even get close enough to express in words, let alone in stuff.
Somehow transferring that feeling into the purchased collection of particles shiny, large or one that makes noise, expresses love.
Most vile of all, using the military to threaten, intimidate, and kill sovereign citizens to secure resources “stuff” of varying countries because the corporments have the means and greed to take their “stuff”.
Redundant consumption
Caused by
Redundant creation
Causing
Redundant wars
Caused by
Redundant beliefs
Causing
Redundant deaths
Caused by
Redundant power
Causing
Redundant manipulations
Caused by
Redundant insecurities
Causing
Redundant tribalism
Caused by
Redundant fears
Causing
Redundant lack
Caused by
Unrecognized love
Causing
Redundant consumption
Etc, etc, etc.
Kind-of wish I knew where this s#!+ comes from. Feel like a pen distributing the ink, looking around to see who is moving the pen. Thinking that the overuse of redundant was unnecessary.
Flynnflam
Flimflam
: dishonest behavior meant to take money or property from someone
Full Definition
1 : deceptive nonsense
2 : deception, fraud
M-W.com
Flynnflam
Close Enough
Please Never Forget
To Use Forgiveness Right Now
It Will Free Your Self
A Haiku intro
For a 9 11 rant
Had legs on its own
So I thought I’d leave it here
And close it with this tanka
I am just a thimble of hope in an ocean of despair.
