“The Nobel Prize in mathematics was awarded to a California professor who has discovered a new number!
The number is bleen, which he claims belongs between 6 and 7.”
George Carlin
“We made the whole thing up!”
George Carlin
“Snap back to reality,
Oops there goes gravity.”
Eminem
Except for gravity (i.e. laws of nature)
It is all made up
None of the following
Exist in nature.
Alphabets
Numbers
Time
Morality
Religion
Hierarchy (save rock, paper or scissors)
A lion is no more “king” of the jungle, then old age (rock), lack of water (paper) or hyenas (scissors).
Other than a “royalty” entitlement moniker attributed to by humans in a desperate grasp to egotistically mirror an incorrectly perceived notion of superiority.
Old age (rock) “accidents” (paper) or war (scissors). No superiority when dead.
Besides bleen, why not a gluark or a frenkl. Who knows what math problems could be solved if we had more numbers?
Same goes for letters, we keep adding new words, but no new letters. Why?
I get it, I don’t want to learn new numbers or letters either. Just considering we have unintentionally limited our capabilities by stopping at 10 numbers and 26 letters.
That is all I want to be
The icing on the cake
Sweet and tasty
Brightly colored
With sprinkles
Under a brilliant
Warm candle flame
Unfortunately
My awareness
Tells me I am
So much more
Than the sum
Of my parts
I am
The warm candle flame
As the gigantic solar sphere
Giving heat and light
To grow canes of sugar
Also, evaporating oceans
Causing clouds to rain
Or the corn growing skyward
To the nuclear explosions
Millions of miles away
To be harvested by me
Then processed unnaturally
Into high fructose corn syrup
All near the dairy farm where
As a cow, over fed and
Undernourished, am contrapted
To an automated machine
Extracts painfully the ingredients
Of butterfat and milk
Piped off to processors
Pumped into purifiers
Driven to distributors
Packaged to profitability
Marketed to the masses
Crammed into containers
Am the student engineer
Designing the “advanced”
Version of the harvesters
Milking machine, pumps
Pipes, conveyor belts, printers
Testers, trackers and time tweaking
Also the steelworker making
The iron for the oil rig and drill bits
The captain and ship braving the sea
Docking at the refinery to make into
Plastics for packaging, diesel for power
Gas for cars, asphalt to drive on
All that coming together at different
Times on different days arriving at
The bakery to be mixed and made
On the morning shift dawn breaking
Cake covering creamy concoction
To be the icing on the cake
I just
Want to
Be the
Icing
On the
Cake
Nearly nothing at all, is getting done
It is getting worse, yet we go along
Adding “official” to story or statement
Makes it no more believable, I lament
Threats of war, wheels still go around
Ship of commerce ne’er runs aground
Every country that has bombs and tanks
The other thing in common is the banks
Lose common sense, to judgment a rush
Fight with each other, keeping them flush
Extracting resources that hardly will spoil
Paying the heavy price of red blood for oil
Approaching 200 days my how time flies
In that span probably trice that many lies
Tis an easy distraction, blame the media
Peel back the curtain find OZ of hysteria
Taking 240 plus years to find a solution
Best to engage in a peaceful revolution
Start off, do not treat anyone with disdain
For it has been tried over and again
To make America great would be a start
Quiet the ego brain, listen to the heart
Otherwise it will go from bad to worse
With no one to drive a planet size hearse
Could we be
Spiritual flunkies
Cause we are such
Consumer junkies
Needing our fix
To spend digital monies
Losing our soul
To greedy companies
Piling it on with
Useless accessories
Starving to death
Eating redundant groceries
Killing one another
Because of disparities
Accepting as normal
Too many travesties
Must be trying to
Devolve into monkeys
Start over again to
Enlightened realities
Lost our way in
Infinite galaxies
Regardless being
Humanoid anomalies
Peace and quiet
Too often rarities
Knowing in
All actualities
A vision I see
With much clarities
We are meant to be
Divine deities
The means to, are here
Aka
Money will show up
Love is already here
What we say we want, is nothing we work or walk towards. Tis merely a mental fidget spinner we like to play with. A gadget of the mind, that keeps us one step away from killing ourselves.
As with everything else in this blog, am randomly jotting stuff down for myself, a cipher deciphering, occasionally rhyming.
“I’m one of those people who doesn’t really know what he thinks, until he writes it down.”
Jake Epping AKA George Amberson
From Stephen King’s “11/22/63”
It is as if I am on the inside looking outward, inwardly looking outside.
If you the reader is intrigued or offended, enlightened or repulsed, I apologize.
Certainly am not trying to be “right” merely a being, being “understood”.
Here’s the contemplation.
Word = God
God = Word
John 1:1
In the beginning the Word already existed. The Word was with God, and the Word was God.
There’s pixeled “proof” printed plausible pontifications palpably perplexing.
“Words are all we have, really. We have thoughts, but thoughts are fluid.
Then we assign a word to a thought and we’re stuck with that word for that thought.
So be careful with words. I like to think that the same words that hurt can heal, it is a matter of how you pick them.”
George Carlin
Am I painting a picture yet? I realize this is no Sistine Chapel. I am doing the best I can as my un-god has a smaller dictionary than your god.
Ever notice…how dictionaries have more than one definition for one word?
Ergo, God, except there are well over 7 billion interpretations of that word/god.
Not even sure why I care, other than my perception of the credence and power attributed to a patriarchal deity causes a great deal of our most pressing problems.
Given
If it is a given
That God created everything
Then it must be a given
That God created evil
No wonder God is given
A masculine pronoun
I’ll believe in God as a humanoid thought form entity, when even conceptually that being can cut something so thin, it only has one side, besides silence.
In the infiniteness of the giga gazillion infinite expanse of the never ending or beginning universe of cosmos, galaxies, black holes, worm holes, m strings, 5th dimensions, hidden dimensions, super nova’s, quasars, pulsars, dwarf stars, planets, suns, moons, asteroids, comets, vacuums, matter, anti matter, voids, mountain ranges, oceans, hills, valleys, rivers, caverns, giraffes, cows, pigs, platypus’s, dogs, cats, birds, worms, whales, sharks, fish, plankton, rocks, stones, pebbles, mold, fungi, spores, amoebas, algae, particles, waves, atoms, protons, neutrons, electrons, quarks, etc….
As an infinitesimally small aspect of that whole, we have the audacity, arrogance and conceit to give an all powerful all knowing energy a masculine pronoun?
With the bogus notion that although being all powerful and all knowing, had to rest after 7 days, which does not exist, depending where you are at in the infinity.
Belief is the death of intelligence. As soon as one believes a doctrine of any sort, or assumes certitude, one stops thinking about that aspect of existence.”
“I don’t believe anything. Since we all create our habitual reality-tunnels, either consciously and intelligently or unconsciously and mechanically, I prefer to create… the happiest, funniest, and most romantic reality-tunnel consistent with the signals my brain apprehends.
I feel sorry for people who persistently organize experience into sad, dreary and hopeless reality tunnels, and try to show them how to break the bad habit, but I don’t feel any masochistic duty to share their misery…
My goal is to try to get people into a state of generalized agnosticism… not agnosticism about God alone, but agnosticism about everything.”
– Robert Anton Wilson
“I may repeat do as you would be done by, till I am black in the face. But I can not really carry it out, till I love my neighbor as my self.
And I can not learn to love my neighbor as my self, till I learn to love God. And I can not learn to love God, except by learning to obey him.”
C.S. Lewis from “Mere Christianity”
How can anyone “obey” God, any more than they can obey a misinterpretation?
Because someone else told you of their interpretation of what they believe God meant/said?
Or something that was extrapolated out of a book that was written, rewritten, edited, with parts left out, other parts added back in (depending on the “power” in charge), revised, shortened, lengthened, translated, from languages derived from oral hand me downs, thousands of years before it was printed?
“Just between you and me, in any decently run universe, this guy would have been out on his all powerful ass along time ago .
By the way, I say this “guy”, because I firmly believe, looking at these results, that if there is a god, it has to be a man.
No woman could or would ever, fuck things up like this.”
George Carlin
“I just think it is interesting to see how people act on their beliefs you know what I mean. Because your beliefs are just that, they are just how you were taught and raised. That doesn’t make them real.
That is why I always recommend a psychedelic experience cause it does make you realize everything you learned is in fact just learned and not necessarily true.”
Bill Hicks
Is God a voice in our head, putting words to thoughts? If so, before this is made too long and loses its readers am being told to hit publish.
Actually, have to go and make a wager with Pascal of this having any validity.
Unless there is an annual metaphysical anomaly that occurs in June about the 21st being the longest day. I call BS.
Unless it simultaneously alters time tracking devices. I beg to differ, as my testing of that day, only proved it to be 24 hours like all the other days.
I’m doing everything perfect
Perfection is in the mistakes
Looking at the world through a windshield. 