The windshield offers
A distorted view
Making it a pane
To see the world
As it really might be
Just in front of me
Invisible protection
About two feet away
One quarter inch thick
With a slight UV tint
Curved at the edges
Doesn’t obscure
What I see
Merely warps
What is coming at me
From zero to sixty
Yet, in a way it is like
A glass bellybutton *
For when I have my
Head so far up up my arse
It is the only way
I can see what
Everyone else is doing
* “Jackie The Jokeman”
Where this should have stopped.
(Before the glass bellybutton would have been good too.)
A couple of interesting things, one is that the glass (windshield) is made from sand, soda ash and limestone, none of which are clear. Only when heated together and formed to fit.
The more fascinating aspect of the windshield is, at least for someone who has a tiny understanding of how molecules work. (Pun intended.)
Once the windshield is formed and “solid”, the molecules making up the glass are still zipping around. Coalescing into what the collective subjectives agree to as a clear manifestation curved and tinted “solid” membrane to keep the rain and wind out.
While agreeing to be a temporary collecting place for suicidal bugs. Till the rain or a wet squeegee releases them to their final resting place on the pavement.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Starting with the use of lazy language of using the word law. Used all too often, inappropriately to describe forces not humanly understood.
For one, law, sounds as if it man-made, so immediately it has flaws. Plus, once in / on the books, it is too difficult to change.
Starting with the heavy, The Law of Gravity.
It is not a law, it is a phenomena. Where an invisible consistent force draws into the center of itself. WITHOUT EXPLANATION.
Same goes for nature, there are no laws. There is phenomenon and patterns. Minds have a tendency to become closed when they hear the word law. Wonder in this case would be much more appropriate. The Wonder of Nature.
It frees the mind to cogitate or daydream over miraculous manifestations that occur, again without explanation. Like the acids in one’s stomach can dissolve metals while not destroying your innards. That’s wonderful.
When you find phenomenon and wonder categorized as a “LAW”, break it, question it. Then maybe, after a new paradigm shift occurs and society is filled with questioning and awe……
We can break down the man made laws, into what they are. Restrictions, suppressions, revenue enhancers, nuisances, conformity and control.
“What business is it of yours what I do, read, buy, see, or take into my body as long as I do not harm another human being on this planet?”
– Bill Hicks
“So I might as well begin to put
Some action in my life
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
So much for the golden future,
I can’t even start
I’ve had every promise broken,
There’s anger in my heart
You don’t know what it’s like,
You don’t have a clue
If you did, you’d find yourselves
Doing the same thing too
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law”
Judas Priest
All hail the American night!
What was that?
I don’t know
Sounds like guns thunder
– Jim Morrison
Is it any wonder the malignant media can use the veiled threat of violence in voting by condemning it, while using it in their rhetoric?
Media: Here we go out to our reporters, with their boots on the ground. In key battleground states, where the Blue or Red, is fighting for a victory. Knowing the casualty for all this, could be the loss of democracy.
As blah blah blah prepares to go up against the incumbent, who has fortified his position, with a deep war chest of negative campaign ads. Attacking their opponents, who shows no sign of retreating.
All the while, in the background with audio of trumpets, and striking sounds matching bright viuals like an explosion went off.
“Ever wonder why we’re #ucked up as a species?”
– Bill Hicks
Ever had the sensational feeling
That everything behind you and
Just out of your peripheral view
Is disintegrating behind you into
A colorful cloud of atomic dust
Opaque yet oddly translucent
Illuminated by an invisible sun
But when you turn around is all
Back in place like nothing happened
No, me neither.
Just kidding,
When it doesn’t occur organically
It is an interesting intentional
Contemplation to conjure up
Knowing it is what we do anyway
Without the disintegration part
By reframing what we experience
Into rational realizations such as
Everything happens for a reason
No. It does not
There is no reason for anything
Save what we justify to make
Sense of this senseless world
Like time and karma
Are a collective creation of
Our crazy consciousness
Hint hint, nothing exists
All leading back to that
Un-provable solipsism thingy
Perceiving recollections to be
As favorable or fearsome as
We choose to remember them
Why not, nothing is solid as the
Tactile sensation that makes it so
When it is not disintegrating behind you
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Or at least a pair for the back of my head.
On the morose morality of
Cannibalism vs Carnivorism
When it comes to eating flesh
Chicken, pigs and cows ok
Bipedal earthlings…not ok
Seems slightly selfish, since we
Get to make the restaurant rules
Not looking to be the first
Man on the menu, however
It is a tad arrogant to decide
What is the next day’s delicacy
Under the guise of our “superior” ethics
“Another one of our amusing acitivities – cannibalism. Imagine that – chowing down on another human being. You have got to be all out of beef jerky. You have got to be really fucking hungry. But it happens, doesn’t it. Still happens to this day. Bunch of people, stranded in the wilderness, run out of Pop Tarts, got to eat something. Might as well be Steve.
And how do you decide who to eat first? How do you decide who’s first on the barbeque rack? Do you pick on the little guy, because he’s skinny and he can’t fight back or do you all gang up on the body-builder because he’s got a lot of steaks and chops on him? These are things human beings have to consider.”
Ever wonder why we
Are so bloodthirsty
Killing is our second nature
Any excuse will do
Hunger, punishment, revenge
Convenience and “sport”
“Look at what we kill. Mosquitoes and flies, because they’re pests! Lions and tigers, because it’s fun!
Chickens and pigs, because we’re hungry. Pheasants and quail, because it’s fun, and we’re hungry.
And people! We kill people, because they’re pests… and it’s fun!”
– George Carlin
So much for religion’s motto
Thou shalt not kill…….
Ooopsie
Which only seems to want to save the unborn, because it is convenient, likewise removing them is convenient. Seems to be a battle between conveniences. How convenient. Such a lazy, yet deadly species.
Like a collective Jeffrey, we know better, we just cannot seem to stop.
Should “we*” consider
*(me and the mouse in my pocket)
Why extraterrestrial intelligent life
Never makes its presence known
Methinks it might be when they
Stop by to visit the apartment 3S
3S (third rock from the sun) in the
Cosmological apartment complex
Better known as the Milky Way
The deathly decaying stench
Emanating behind the ozone door
Is waaaay too much to handle
Plus there is no Galactical authority
To report the murderous crimes to
Of the allegedly intelligent life here
Besides, the invisible authority
We did make up is contradictory
Unless drowning is excluded
As to that whole “Thou shalt not kill” theory
Guess it depends on what hat you are wearing
“You ever notice that? Any time you see two groups of people who really hate each other, chances are good they’re wearing different kind of hats. Keep an eye on that, it might be important.”
– George Carlin
“Because it’s murder by numbers, 1, 2, 3,
It’s as easy to learn as your ABC.
Murder by numbers, 1, 2, 3,
It’s as easy to learn as your A, B, C, D, E,……….”
The Police
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
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
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”
* 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
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.
Looking at the world through a windshield. 