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One Of Those Words


Comes along every once in a while, where you want to use it any context just to hear it and relish it. Like Schadenfreude, not only is / was the definition mischievous, *(: enjoyment obtained from the troubles of others.) It sounded fun, especially when trying to repeat with a Germanic accent.

Here is my new favorite word.

Solipsism:

A theory holding that the self can know nothing but its own modification and that the self is the only existent thing.

*M-W.com

Cool, right? I don’t dare use it at work, a small group of coworkers, looked at me like I had four heads, when I used the word cognizant, instead of very aware. I’ll try it here.

Robin: Holy solipsism Batman!

Batman: What is it Robin?

Robin: I just read in the Gotham City Gazette, that a person who sells teapots and has a fifteen subscriber podcast, considers themselves, to be a social influencer. Could it be the Riddler with a riddle?

Batman: No, that is just a person with an inflated ego who wants to feel extra important, when they do not recognize their own intrinsic self worth for just being a miraculous bipedal earthling artist.

(Actually, did read that on FB, where a person in that circumstance, presented themselves as a social influencer.)

Even Jeffrey Dahmer who was world infamous, did not influence people to eat other people.

Perhaps the teapot Podcaster is a social influencer, I don’t know. Or perhaps I am just jealous, that I have all the social influence of farting in an empty elevator. Nobody is influenced, but me.

“Farting on the elevator is an interesting experience. Uh, if there are only two people on there, everybody knows…who farted.”

– George Carlin

Recently heard in an audio book that solipsism can not be disproven. Well, isn’t that just dandy.

How interesting, a word that was made up to describe something, approved by lexicographers, placed in a book with a definition and isn’t even known to provably exist.

Solipsism:

1871, coined from Latin solus “alone” (see sole (adj.)) + ipse “self.” The view or theory that self is the only object of real knowledge or the only thing that is real.

“The identification of one’s self with the Absolute is not generally intended, but the denial of there being really anybody else” [Century Dictionary].

– etymologyonline.com

That does turn a subjective perspective on its head, now doesn’t it. On one hand solipsism could make one very aware of their infinite responsibility of their own happiness.

Or do whatever they wanted to in a Godlike free for all, knowing at any moment they could change it.

Provable or not, solipsism is one word you could chase down the rabbit hole wondering if there was ever a hole or a rabbit word to chase after.



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

– Angelo Devlin

Or do I?


Here is a recent haiku previously posted for me to better understand the word solipsism.


“An Ego Haiku”


Solipsism swims

Deep in the abysmal pool

Of Narcissism













Happy One Day Clothing Day


Gone are the myths and mystery

Of All Hallows Eve

Replaced with meaningless

Plastic garments and

Nauseating decor as a

Cornucopia of consumption

For no actual recognition

Of the dead spirits with

Opportunities to say goodbye

“Halloween’s origins trace back to the Celtic celebration of Samhain (pronounced “sou-when”) when the veil between the living and the dead was thought to be thinnest and souls passed between realms.

//

At Halloween, the souls of the dead are thought to walk among the living, the living put on costumes and become other people or things, treats are passed between people, fires are lighted and food is shared — all aspects of transformation.”

– worldhistory.org

Nope!!

Small malls temporarily set up to sell one day, maybe two day clothing. Not toward a ritual with any spiritual substance. Just the blackening of a businesses bottom line of arrogant disposable clothing.

Usually to send adolescents out on the cusp of darkness to stranger’s homes to seek sugary sweets that on any other day would be advised to stay away.

Which seems only to be a rudimentary step towards getting the young-uns to sit on a stranger’s lap. The living dead amongst us now, are what are better known as parents.

“Do you know the warm progress
Under the stars?

Do you know we exist?

Have you forgotten the keys
To the kingdom

Have you been borne yet
& are you alive?

Let’s reinvent the gods, all the myths
Of the ages

Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests”


“An American Prayer” (yeah, sure)

– The Doors

Erasure


Erase all the things

That you do not know

To be absolutely true

Erase all the things

That you do not know

To be absolutely false

Erase all the things

That you do not

Believe to be true

Erase all the things

That you do not

Believe to be false

Now that your brain

Is empty and your

Mind mindful

It is time to write

Your self as your own creation

Not society’s indoctrination

Start now instead of

Waiting for reincarnation



(Where this should have stopped)



Going another go around

With unconscious parents

Likewise society at large

Who willy-nilly opened the door

To uninvited intruders into

This diabolical dense dimension

Unwittingly passing down

Stockholm syndrome as its

Disease of distraction

Which starts immediately

With symptoms of consumption

Followed by faux faiths

Held in homogenized homes

That absolutely screams

Towards no individuality

Just replaceable cogs

In the malignant machine

Of birth consume death

Expediting eternal entropy

Where its only cure is

Erasure



“Signs Signs

//

Do this
Don’t do that
Can’t you read the signs”

– Five Man Electric Band


Excepts from Rush’s “2112”

We’ve taken care of everything
The words you read, the songs you sing
The pictures that give pleasure to your eyes
It’s one for all and all for one
We work together, common sons
Never need to wonder how or why

//

I wandered home through the silent streets
And fell into a fitful sleep
Escape to realms beyond the night
Dream can’t you show me the light?

I stand atop a spiral stair
An oracle confronts me there
He leads me on light years away
Through astral nights, galactic days
I see the works of gifted hands
That grace this strange and wondrous land
I see the hand of man arise
With hungry mind and open eyes

They left the planet long ago
The elder race still learn and grow
Their power grows with purpose strong
To claim the home where they belong

Home to tear the Temples down…
Home to change!”

//

(Otherwise)

“The sleep is still in my eyes
The dream is still in my head
I heave a sigh and sadly smile
And lie a while in bed
I wish that it might come to pass
Not fade like all my dreams…

Just think of what my life might be
In a world like I have seen!
I don’t think I can carry on
Carry on this cold and empty life

My spirits are low in the depths of despair
My lifeblood…
…Spills over…

[VII. The Grand Finale]

Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation
Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation
Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation

We have assumed control
We have assumed control
We have assumed control”

– Rush

“2112”







A Memorable* Tanka


* Only, that it references memories


Some memories serve

By not serving memories

To be remembered

Protecting solely the soul

That is how memory serves



“You’re gonna have to serve somebody
It may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody”

– Bob Dylan


Might as well be yourself

Serving……….. your-self








No Thanks

Necessary

Certainly not a blind blank

Blanket banal bump of

Farcical fawning

Antithetical appreciation

Grandiose gratitude

Laid out permanently

As random as insincerity

On the off off chance

The alleged recipient will

Get a warm fuzzy feeling

Of faux cranial compensation



Which is about the time

You realize the thanker

Really is the thankee

At least by who and what

Actually benefits for the

Thankless thanking




This all started with

A fueling franchise

That wants to thank

ALL Profesional Drivers

In all its advertising

That is a tad narrowcasting



Apprentice drivers buy fuel too

So do unprofessional drivers

Besides, what if driving is

Their profession but….

They are not very good or…

Discourteous and rude

That is not very professional

Now is it, is it? No it is not.

Still, based on definition

They are professional drivers



Upon further examination

The thanker is the beneficiary

Of the generalized gratitude

Since probably no one considers

Themselves an unprofessional driver

Giving that corporation

A slightly slight edge

Over the corporation

Thanking no one

Mi$$ing out on million$

For being so un-thankful



This incipient insincerity

Is increasing incrementally

By the banal bourgeois

For pseudo satisfaction

That some needs are being met

Through lazy laudations

Of ingratiating gratitude


Thank you for shopping at x, and scanning and bagging your own groceries thoroughly, propping up the bottom line by having fewer human redundancies, blah blah blah.

No thanks necessary. Have a nice day.



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

– Angelo Devlin


See also “No Support” otherwise this would have been even longer.


No Support

A follow-up to “No Thanks”


The highway sign at the off ramp

“This Community Supports Its Troops”

Sponsored by local social clubs

Does nothing to “support” troops

It supports the local social clubs

Plus the sign maker

Hint hint… Follow the money

As to who put the sign up

And where the money goes



Besides, in my best perception if

A community supported its troops

There would be no more troops

If all individuals who might go off

To be a troop felt love and “support”

From the community that their worth

Was being, in just being, an individual

They might not feel compelled to

Join a military group of troops

To find and feel a sense of belonging

That they could have, if supported

By the allegedly “supportive” community



You would also see no homelessness

As many veterans (former troops) are

Homeless seeking society’s support


“Veterans are 50% more likely to become homeless than other Americans due to poverty, lack of support networks, and dismal living conditions in overcrowded or substandard housing.”

– greendoors.org

In addition to the complex set of factors that affect most homeless individuals lack of affordable housing, poverty, job or income loss, mental illness, substance abuse, health problems, etc. many veterans live with the lingering effect of PTSD, often compounded by a lack of family and social support networks.

– pinestreetinn.org


I guess all that flag waving and beer drinking patriotism money at the onset of whichever war, could have been saved in the community chest to support the troops, when they need it the most.

Certainly, instead of some faded highway sign, lost in the freeway foliage.

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

– Angelo Devlin




D.E.B.A.T.E.

Tis the season to…….


Do

Everything

But

Act

To

Evolve


Much better to argue incompetence vs. inexperience, apathy vs. indifference, morality vs. rights. Over and over, over nothing but vocalizations, falling on deaf ears. To cheering on-lookers, doing nothing as well, save expending energy on their extended two-minutes hate.

With delusional distractions designed to deceive Pavlovian people postulating that “their” politician will pull through and win. Or seize power, as a projection of masking internal weaknesses.

“I’ll show you politics in America.

Here it is, right here.

“I think the puppet on the right shares my beliefs.”

“I think the puppet on the left is more to my liking.”

“Hey, wait a minute, there’s one guy holding out both puppets!”

“Shut up! Go back to bed, America. Your government is in control.”

– Bill Hicks

If this was a Christ like nation, instead of an alleged Christian nation, everybody would be fed, housed and healed. The only debate would be how to do it quicker, for less money, while reaching more people. After beating the swords into plowshares. Guns into serving utensils.

Isaiah 2:4

“They shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruning hooks; nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war anymore.”

“Have you ever noticed that the only metaphor we have in our public discourse for solving problems is to declare war on it?

We have the war on crime, the war on cancer, the war on drugs.

But did you ever notice that we have no war on homelessness?

You know why? Because there’s no money in that problem. No money to be made off of the homeless.

If you can find a solution to homelessness where the corporations and politicians can make a few million dollars each, you will see the streets of America begin to clear up pretty damn quick!”

George Carlin


“When you’re stepping over a homeless guy on the sidewalk…

Does it ever occur to you to think.

“Wow – maybe our system doesn’t work?!”

– Bill Hicks


That seems U.N.D.E.B.A.T.E.A.B.L.E.


Universally

Negligent

Distracting

Everybody

By

Always

Titillating

Everything

And

Blaming

Literally

Everyone

An Ego Haiku


Solipsism swims

Deep in the abysmal pool

Of Narcissism



North Less



There is no north.



At least not in the abstract

Which is like the realization

There is no reason for the

Alphabet to be in its contrived

“Alphabetical” order

Save the sing-song recitation

So Ingrained that if

You cannot say it automatically

You must be drunk…..

ABCD, EFG, H….I….mshd b drunque

(I need a blog post compass, so these things arrive, where they intended)

This goes as nowhere, as our trajectory through the cosmos, just goes and goes.
While we experience ourselves subjectively by looking into, at and onto the surrounding house of mirrors.

Besides, there is celestial north, magnetic north and map north.

But how, when the earth is spinning, whilst zipping through space. Orbiting around a local star in an eternal ethereal, can we possibly know, which direction is which?

This begs the question, how can one be free, if they are controlled by which way is up.

Knowing in twelve thousand years, (give or take) the star Polaris, (the “North” Star) will be replaced by the star Vega.

Oopsie.

Time has a better arrow, even though it only lasts a moment, and unlike the planet’s axis “poles”, never reverse.

“Just follow your arrow
Wherever it points, yeah
Follow your arrow
Wherever it points”

– Kasey Musgrave


All The Coffee


In the world

Will not awaken

The woke

To wake up to

Their own foibles

Deeply roasted

With a frothy layer

Of pretentiousness

Nary enough cream

To reduce bitterness

Over their grande

Missed opportunities

Of participation

Over passé pointing

How the world

Could be if only

Other people

Changed “their” ways

To the ideal cup

They drink from

Sipping their lattes

Instead of gulping

Their guilt of being

The change

They want to experience

Of course all lives matter

From the cool comfy

Corner consciousness cafe

But what about Juan Valdez

Does his life matter

Slaving away in the

Columbian mountains

Hand picking coffee cherries

Who probably could not

Afford a mountain mocha

Let alone know what

One tastes like

But you can bet

He is wide awake

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

– Angelo Devlin

Or another cup of coffee

Me too constantly

Thinks of utopia

Which nearers itself

Each passing moment

With the realization that

“This is a perfect world
I’m riding on an incline
I’m staring in your face
You’ll photograph mine

And I’ve been walking, talking
Believing the things that are true
And I’ve been finding
The difference between right and wrong…good and bad

See me put things together
Put them back where they belong
Am I just like the others
Have I always been singing t
The same song

This is a perfect world
I’m riding on an incline
I’m staring in your face
You’ll photograph mine”

“Perfect World”

– Talking Heads