Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Fuck this failed attempt

fuck this failed attempt at a side project.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

There is no end to the rabbit hole

Life is short, or so they say. If you ask me it is the exact opposite. How can I believe that life is short when I sleep everyday for 8 hours? Not only that but I work for 8 more. I eat for 3. I spend several hours on the road, waiting for lights. I believe life is short because we make it short, and when we go to heaven, it gets much, much longer.

When I was born, the world was at a state of revealing. Everything about the world was new even as I grew up. There was more to the world. and so it stayed until I became an adult.

Day in day out new people came into my life, new experiences, new lessons. Everything ever changing. Only in the moments when we take a second to look at ourselves does it remain the same. Only the moments when we look up for a god is it the same. Is it love? All our lives we get shaped and molded by these people we meet. Answers? we find them in these people as well. We find consolidation in our own answers from our peers. We find our reality in this reassurance. Throughout life we can lose sight of reality, understanding is a dangerous game to play. It opens unlimited doors of possibility, and it can close many of those doors very rapidly. To have understanding is the point in our lives where we stand still. But what do we do? We ask new questions.

Nothing always is in the presence of its opposite; something. When we live, there is parts of the world that doesn't. Is it a constant battle for something to be fighting against nothing? Is that why the idea of death is ludicrous?

As a man I feel the fear of nothing much like any other man. I believe nihilism is something horribly misunderstood. People believe that the thought of nothing more means they can indulge in life. How can you indulge upon something if indulgence carries no weight? What does indulgence commonly lead to? Numbness. A very logical coincidence. I can attest for that. But as for nihilism this is not true. If you are nihilist indulgence is disgusting, suffering losses meaning. It slowly unfurls to nothing. that is the concept. The question is not who we look to for approval when nobody is there, it is why should we seek any sort of approval in the first place.

There are two things that satisfy us as people, ourselves and purpose. Friendship coincides with existence, when you exist someone else does because your reason to live is just as valid as theirs. Purpose is another constant. Although there could be more meanings to life besides perpetuation of it, there is still a purpose there. A man can go his whole life doing nothing and die but then there's his purpose, his niche to fill, to do nothing and die. Like all other opposites in the universe when we are not serving a purpose something else is, it is our purpose to make way for that something. As long as there is more than one entity in the universe, they must fill the void left by one action of the other. Like diffusion with any element we as animals fill the gaps left by the action of others.

This is why religion is such a hard concept for people to grasp, because it goes against all natural law. All religion tries to push the action of people into one direction, it is impossible to satisfy. Religion can be very easily compared to the rise and fall of empires. As people we can only unite so many of us under one flag. It would take something that defies the whole universe to unite us and the world itself under one cause. That something is god. God has been in my life the whole time, my view of him has been obstructed by people telling me what he is and what he isn't. Miracles are when the universe is united. Perhaps it is not that I don't believe in god, it is the exact opposite, it is everyone else that tries to put their labels and meaning upon him. While I only recognize him as what is constantly above me and a part of me as well.

Three libras

Threw you the obvious and you flew with it on your back,
A name in your recollection down among the millions there:

Difficult not to feel a little bit disappointed,
And passed over
But I look right through see you naked but oblivious...
But you don't see me
But I threw you the obvious just to see if
There was more behind The eyes of a fallen angel
eyes of a tragedy

Here I am expecting just a little bit too much from the wounded
But I see,
see through it all
See through
See you

Cause I threw you the obvious to see what occurs behind
The eyes of a fallen angel eyes of a tragedy
oh well
Oh well
apparently nothing
apparently Nothing at all

You don't see me
You don't see me at all