Let There Be God

Let me describe "God" to you.
God is that sense of connectedness that you feel with others.
God is that groundedness with the universe you feel at that moment you feel at peace.

God is the thing that people slander, not knowing they insult Infinite Being.

> I < slander Infinite Being.

Now Let me tell you about people.
People are not labels, though labels are useful when you're in a hurry.
Being perpetually in a hurry, perpetually afraid, is religion.
Anytime God becomes specific, God becomes a
spiteful, vengeful, jealous, hateful being.
God becomes the thing slandered.

We slander because we have a mind design,
and our mind designs take on individual components.
All the Gods are one; but, ask any of the protagonists - I speak from the Devil.

I am The Devil and God incarnate.
I am responsible for all heavenly things,
and all dastardly things.

Is this reason to worship me or slander me?

You are The Devil and God incarnate.
You are responsible for all heavenly things,
all dastardly things.

Responsibility is a farce.
It exists because of higher cognitive functions -
cause and effect -
mixing with mind design.

Without farces, the universe as we know it wouldn't exist.
Bullshit defines life.
As time goes on, bullshit manifests in increasingly smaller spaces.
Because there is more instant interconnectedness,
and reactions that might otherwise not occur, do.

Where did that 10-second no-anger rule go?
The flip-side is that there are others, like us, who are not farcing.
Fencing?

We are less dependent on each other;
we are more dependent on each other;;
It matters less, because there is now a better connection-loop.

Internet destroys authority-based;
it scares the religious.
Cannot see outside their narrow ideology.
But neither can I.
That's why the philosopher (as I seem to be) is just as much blind as the religious.
And I, too, have the mind design.
I was, after all, a Christian.

Let me tell you some about God.
The more specific God is,
the more false God is.
Do you want to worship God?
Go ahead, and prepare for war.
That is the flip-side of worship.

"Directionally Challenged"

Talking to someone who's not going to respond because I'm not talking directly 

to that person (though I should be because otherwise how will you get dialog 

going? I think I'll post this in facebook notes or something) is something I'm 

fond of doing, and Diane is no exception.

"In fact, one time at Ridgedale Mall, I actually called the cops because I thought someone had stolen my car.  It turns out I had parked in a different lot."

Diane claims to be "directionally challenged". Or "directionally disabled," if you prefer being politically incorrect. 

"Looking at me, you’d never guess that I have a disability."

Well, you don't. At least, as you next claim, I don't. 

"One time our son was driving for the first time from Elk River to Rogers and ended up in Downtown Minneapolis—I guess the disability is genetic.  But my husband was able to go online to Google maps and give him directions home—during rush hour!"

I can only speak for me at this point, but I know quite clearly (similarly to how I knew 

why I was depressed), why I'm "directionally disabled". And perhaps you could factor 

in genetics, but I doubt that it has as much cause as the following: 

Disinterest. 

If you recall my past, you'd find me often reading a book while we were 

driving about in the car. Guess what Clara was doing? Nothing but looking 

out the windows at the pretty scenery. While this might make for the 

assumption that I would one day be a leader and Clara a simpleton 

valley girl who'd be cute to look at (hey, while I'm not talking to them 

directly, why not have a few unwarranted and unlikely assumptions 

put in for the fun of it?), this also meant that I was not paying any 

attention to the road. At all. And Clara was. 

Unsurprisingly, Clara has become the family GPS, and I have become 

"genetically" disabled, following in my mother's footsteps. Y'see, all 

that time spent "doing nothing but looking at the scenery" probably 

developed in Clara's mind an intuitive map and layout of the geology, 

geography, or whatever-the-fuck-you-call it, during the early years 

that she could use expertly later on. And I, an intuitive linguistic 

map, which as many of you know quite well, I navigate like a pro. 

Which is to say this: while I might be "genetically disabled" in the 

area of maps, that lack of ability shows where it went, with my 

literary enjoyments. And this could very well be one of those 

combinatory nature/nurture types of things - Diane herself 

was adept at studying. I might hate homework with a passion, 

but what I study, I also study with a passion. 

So it might be that I had a tendency to be shit with maps, 

roads, and directions, and obsession with literary works simply 

solidified that lack of development. The question that that 

raises, I think, is whether taking the time to become geographically 

adept would be worth it to me. Right now, no, not really. 

Just doesn't seem all that interesting. Of course, there are 

aspects of it that interest me, but not enough yet to devote 

a lot of work to it... yet.

The main thing that annoys me of what Diane's talking about 

is all these things she's using as a means to cover up the truth:

"OK.  Maybe being directionally challenged isn’t as bad as some other disabilities, but it is a disability for which the general public has no compassion.

There are no special classes in school for students that can’t find their way to the bathroom.  No guide dogs for the directionally impaired.  No. . . . People make jokes about people like me. . .people who get lost.  They question the intelligence of the directionally challenged.  I’ve heard the snickers behind my back.  The whispered put downs, “she couldn’t find her way out of a paper bag.”  It hurts.  You cut me I bleed.  Just because I get lost doesn’t mean I’ve lost my mind."

"If you are one of the fortunate people who can’t understand why some people seem to be perpetually lost, I beg you for compassion."

"If you are one of the fortunate people who can’t understand why some people seem to be perpetually lost, I beg you for compassion.  Although I have largely overcome my disability, I recall the most dramatic symptoms of directional impairment manifested themselves when I was driving:

 I couldn’t remember how to drive somewhere until I had driven there at least 5 times.

 I was completely unable to reverse driving directions."

"I used to get left and right mixed up.   I often pondered the meaning of statements such as “on the left side of the house,” wondering which left is meant.

Parking at shopping malls will strike terror into the heart of the directionally disabled:

 I didn’t just park the car, I abandoned it.   For a while, Mall Security at the Mall of America was on a first name basis with me, because they had to help me find my car so many times. 

 In fact, one time at Ridgedale Mall, I actually called the cops because I thought someone had stolen my car.  It turns out I had parked in a different lot."

"Does any of this sound familiar?  What can be done?  How can the “lost be saved?” 

Well, prayer can’t hurt!  Jesus  called himself “the Way.”"

*facepalm*...

"But, if you are directionally challenged, you need some practical advice.  The 3 keys are:  Careful Planning, continuous practice and creative . . .lying.  Not lying to other people. . .that would be wrong, but lying to yourself. . .a little self-delusion can be healthy.  Saying things like,  “I’m not lost,  I’m just taking the scenic route.”"

In other words, there's only one legitimate piece of "practical" advice: Careful Planning. 

Which of course isn't at all obvious. Well, I take that back. Two legitimate pieces of 

advice - continuous practice, something that I don't much care for yet.

"Always carry note paper–I’ve learned to never park a car without making detailed notes about where I left it. If all else fails you can use the Hansel and Gretel method– tear up the paper into little pieces and leave a trail.  Sure the paper may blow away, but chances are the mall police will have been notified of your strange behavior and will help you find your car."

Is this one relevant? No. But it IS fuckin' funny!

"Whenever possible, let someone else drive or lead the way.  Then if you get lost, it is somebody else’s fault–you can just claim you weren’t paying attention."

Or you could just say this:

"Hey, I suck with directions and always will, probably. 

(addition for Diane: 'I have a genetic disability.'

addition for Sean: 'I read too much when I was in the 

car when I was younger and still ain't too interested in directions.')

You lead the way, or we're going to end up in Canada."

"Get a job or hobby which requires you to drive a lot.  In the past year, I have had 3 different assignments with the Census Bureau (including one currently which has kept me from blogging recently) , all of which involved using maps and finding locations.    The best part of the job is that the Census Bureau pays for all mileage and the time I spend driving.  So, now I get paid to be lost!  Your tax dollars at work."

Another good piece of advice. Except for every sentence after the first one.

"Finally the third key is a little healthy self-delusion—really just changing your attitude. Enjoy the journey!  Accept that you may not end up where you planned—you might end up somewhere even better!"

Well, I guess that explains it: "Enjoy the journey!" When wasn't I doing that? 

Sheesh, Diane, slow yourself down. The end of the journey does not justify 

being embarrassed about being different from others in a way that makes 

you less reliable with directions which is embarrassing to you because 

it's thought to be normal and so you're different in a fundamental way 

that scares people a little bit and so they make fun of you, when they 

should be making fun of this run-on sentence that just won't end. 

(From SuperSense)

"Human freaks challenge our view of the living world. We expect people 

to look a certain way and be a certain size and shape, and individuals 

who do not fit these expectations are deemed unnatural." pg. 136, 137.

"Although we intuitively think of essences, life forces, and holism, we would be hard-pressed 

to describe what we mean. ... Having good or bad "vibes" is the closet that most of 

us come ... but our behavior and opinions reveal that essentialism, vitalism, 

and holism are still guiding our reasoning. When people respond negatively 

to wearing a killer's cardigan, this is a reflection of their naive biological reasoning at work. 

The evil they think is imbued in the cloth is a reflection of the same mechanisms 

that children apply to infer the hidden properties of living things." pg. 139

"Jewish dietary law forbids the consumption of certain animals described in Leviticus of the Old Testament as unclean. At first, the lists seem rather arbitrary. Unclean animals include camels, ostriches, sharks, eels, chameleons, moles, and crocodiles. ... One intriguing alternative is that originally the animals were deemed either clean or unclean depending on how well they fit properties of the group to which they belonged.

'But this is what you shall not eat from among those that bring up their cud or have split hooves; 

the camel, for it brings up its cud, but its hoof is not split--it is unclean to you; 

and the hyrax, for it brings up its cud, but its hoof is not split--it is unclean to you; 

and the hare, for it brings up its cud, but its hoof is not split--it is unclean to you; 

and the pig, for its hoof is split and its hoof is completely separated, yet it does not chew its cud--it is unclean to you. 

You shall not eat of their flesh nor shall you touch their carcass--they are unclean to you.'

-- Leviticus 11:4-8

Any group of animals should share more properties compared to those from another. 

Biologists call this grouping "taxonomy," after the Greek taxis, which referred to the 

main divisions of the ancient army. Today's modern taxonomy is based on one originally 

devised by the Swedish biologist Carl Linnaeus in the eighteenth century, but prior to this, 

taxonomies were based on animals' different modes and movement and their habitats.

All the various animals of the land, sea, and air share very similar bodily structures and 

forms of locomotion. Land animals have four legs and jump or walk. 

Fish have scales and swim. Birds have wings and fly. One suggestion is that unclean 

animals tend to be those that violate these properties of the general category to which 

they belong. Sharks and eels lives in the sea, but do not have scales. 

Ostriches are birds, but do not fly. Crocodiles have legs that looks like hands. 

Maybe some of the unclean animals are the freaks of their taxonomic group. 

The early Jewish scholars thought that such violations were abominations of the natural world." 139-141

Apparently, when convenience has become the norm, being utterly unable 

to find your way out of a lunchbox with 5 tries is rather close to that schema 

of "unnatural". While Diane isn't condemned (or a "freak") in the way those 

with leprosy were, she does get snickers, and since she too shares the same 

mindset, she gets embarrassed about it.

Me, I just say that it's my fuckin' fault. Though I may have a biological basis 

for getting lost when I venture far away from a familiar place, I'm pretty sure 

that being a bookworm had, I don't know, something to do with it. 

And sure, maybe if I had, as it were, "normal genetics", I would have a natural 

ability to geography and maps in the same way I seem to excel faster than most 

at most things I try things I try (I'm not saying I'm better than anyone; hell, for 

all I know, I'm average, and Diane is just a retard or something... don't tell her 

I said that.). 

Oh, and by the way, though I may be an atheist, I know this, too (from reading 

SuperSense): In some cases, prayer Does work. Why? Placebo effect; 

feeling that you're in control. That does a world of difference when you feel 

lost and helpless.

Or you could just call the police:

"[O]ne time at Ridgedale Mall, I actually called the cops because I thought someone had stolen my car.  It turns out I had parked in a different lot."

It may be a little insane, too, but at least you can see 'em. Then again...

"Always carry note paper–I’ve learned to never park a car without making detailed notes about where I left it. If all else fails you can use the Hansel and Gretel method– tear up the paper into little pieces and leave a trail.  Sure the paper may blow away, but chances are the mall police will have been notified of your strange behavior and will help you find your car."

See her post:

http://smalltalkbigresults.wordpress.com/2010/05/16/im-not-lost-im-directionally-challenged/#more-160

relevant references: The Dumbest Generation

138:

"The psychological delights are intellectual stultifying. For education to happen, people must encounter worthwhile things outside their sphere of interest and brainpower. Knowledge grows, skills improve, tastes refine, and conscience ripens only in the experiences bear a degree of umnfamiliarity-a beautiful artwork you are forced to inspect even though it leaves you cold; an ancient city you have to detain even though history puts you to sleep; a microeconomic problem you have to solve even though you fumble with arithmetic. Top take them in, to assimilate the objects intelligently, the intellectual took kit must expand and attitudes must soften. If the first apprehension stalls, you can't mutter, ''I don't get it-this isn't for me.' You have to say, 'I don't get it, and maybe that's MY fault.' You have to accept the sting of relinquishing a chrished notion, of admitting a defect in yourself."

147:

""

151:

"To draw a steady stream of new visitors, sites must optimize their 'searchability.' 'Unless you're listed on the first search engine results page,' Nielsen observes, 'you might as well not exist.' Because users usually type common words into the search box, a site whose keywords are technical terms, marketese, or any kind of exotic or sophisticated diction drops down the results list."

Nykytynn2, Stupid Internet Users.

159:

"running up opportunity costs"

"Without any direction from the menu, they stick with what they know and like. They have no natural curiousity for the historical past and high art, and if no respected elder introduces them to Romanticism and the French Revolution, they're rarely find such things on their own.."

199:

"betrayal of the mentors"

"Yes, the coursework is removte, but instead of blaming the curriculum and offering more blather about sparking 'intellectual curiousity' and 'independent thinking,' as the author does, let's blame "students' lives' for stretching the divide Young people need mentors not tio go with the youth flow, but to stand staunchly against it, to represent something smarter and finer than the cacophony of social life."

214:

"Again we return to knowledge-knowledge of current events and past events, civic ideals and historical models. it supplies a motivation that ordinary ambitions don't. Voting in every election, reading the op-ed pages, sending letters to politicians, joining a local association... they don't advance a career, boost a paycheck, kindle the dating scene, or build muscle and tan skin. They providce a civic good, but the private goods they deliver aren't measured in money or prospects or populatiry. Instead, they yield expressive or moral satisfactions, the pleasure of doing something one knows is right, and those vary with how much cultural memory each person has. Consistent voters vote because voting is simply the right thing to do. Rather than suffer the shame of not voting, they leave work and stand in line, and feel better for it. People take time to send emails to talk show hosts because not speaking their minds is more painful than speaking their minds is inconvenient. They join a boycott even though they like the things boycotted.

Knowledge heightens the moral sense that sparks such profitless commitments. It draws people out of themselves and beyond the present, sets their needs in a wider setting than private circumstances and instant gratification. Tradition raises conviction over consumption, civic duty over personal gain. Past models, whether religious, political, literary, ect., left the bar of daily conduct."

217:

"Knowledge breeds contention, then, but that's how a pluralistic, democratic society works through rival interests and clashing ideologies. Disagreements run deep, and messy pursuits and cravings for power cloud the ideas and values in conflict. But the battles that ensue solicit the intelligence and conviction and rightness of the adversaries, and they collide armed with the ammunition of ideas and phrases, works of art and lessons in philosophy and religion, episodes from history and literature. An informeed contentiousness serves a cruicial function, forcing each antagonist to face potent dissenters, to come up with more evidence and stronger arguments. When values, ideas, and customs collide in an open public contest, one side sins and the other retires, not returning for further contest until it amends its case. And the winning side gains, too, for a steady and improving adversary keeps it from slipping into complacency and groupthink. Good ideas stay fresh by challenge, and bad ideas go away, at least until they can be modified and repackaged."

223:
""

138, 147, 151 (nykytyne2), 159, 199, 214, 217, 223

182:

"These days, rarely does a tenth-grade English teacher say to a class, 'If you dont' read Homer, Shakespeare, Wordsworth, or Austen, you will be an incomplete person and lead an incomplete life.'"

184-186:

"When teachers stand before the young and assure them of the integrity and autonomy of what adolescents think and say and write, teachers expect the young to respond affirmatively, to seek out knowledge and truth on their own. And maybe that works for the upper-crust students, those contending zealously for a place at Yale or an intership on the Hill. But beyond that talented tenth or twentieth student, something different happens. All of them expect the mentors to enter the room with credentialed authority, some know-how that justifies their position, even if some of the kids begrudge and reject it. When the mentors disavow their authrotiy, when they let their discipline slacken, when they, in the language of the educators, slide from the 'sage on the stage' to the 'guide on the side,' the kids wonder what goes. They don't consider the equalizing instructor a caring liberator, and they aren't motivateed to learn on their own. They draw another, immobilizing lesson. If mentors are so keen to recant their expertise, why should students strain to acquire it themselves?

The opposite of what the indulgers intend sets in. Knowledge and tradition are emptied of authority." (cont.)

192:

"Asked for a political opinion, they recall the images they catch on television, not the models of Washington, Churchill, and Pope John Paul II. Instead of understanding the young adult rollercoaster of courtship and rejection with the help of vonels by Jane Austen, they process their miasmic feelings by themselves or with sympathetic friends.... The currents of social life press upon them hourly, while the pages within The Delcine and Fall of the Roman Empire and Wuthering Heights seem like another, irrelevant universe."

212:

"Civic knowlege fills the viod left by Old World institutions whose authority has collapsed. This is why Thomas Jefferson counted so heavily on public schools to ensure the continuance of the Republic. Only the broad education of each generation would sustain the nation, 'the diffusion of knowledge among the people,' he wrote in 1786. If 'we leave the people in ignorance,' he warned, old customs will return, and 'kings, priests and nobles....will rise up amoung us.' Indeed, Jefferson would have it that no person would quality as 'a citizen of this commonwealth until he or she can read readily in some tongue, native or acquired.' Education would preserve the sovereignty of the people, and without it the very system designed to represent them would descend into yet another tyranny in the dismayingly predictable course of nations. He even relied on public schools to identify promising young men or merit but lacking wealth and birth, who would be supported in higher education by public funds. They would join a bigilant citizenry in tracking the actions of leaders and setting them against the ideals and examples of the Founders, a lineage passed along through books and in schoolrooms. Without watchful constituents, officials in power would stray and government would no longer reflect the will of the people. Jefferson, Madison, and other Founders expected men in government to behave all too humanly, letting the influences they wield tempt them away from public goods and toward special interests. The scrutiny of informed citizens checked their oppotunism, which is why the Founders valued a free press. In truth, they despised jounalists, but they acknowledged the essential watchdog role newpapers played. They are the eyes and ears of the people, popular informats keeping vested powers under inspection. A free electorate pledges to safeguard civic life, not only promoting some candidates and interests over others, but also guarding its prerogatives against any infringement, consciously controlling he powers their representatives assume. To do so, they need information they cannot obtain on their own.

Hence the essential connection of knowledge and democracy. Democracy requires an informed electorate, and knowledge deficits equal civic decay. the quation poses a special problem in that democracy does not force citizens to participate. One of the ever present potentials of a free sociaty is for its citizens to decide Not to follow public affairs, to determine that keeping apprised and ready takes too much effort with too little peroonal payoff."

("democracy does not force citizens to participate"? What about taxes!)

Poem: Copy By Fire

http://www.vianegativa.us/2007/08/should-poetry-be-open-source/
http://www.sbpoet.com/poem_dancing/index.html
http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/copyleft.html
http://www.gnu.org/philosophy/why-copyleft.html
http://ma.tt/2007/08/open-source-poetry/
http://opensourcepoetry.org/

Part I: Collapse

1. Deadly Sharing
The horror
How could it be described in any other way?
The original poem slowly being stripped away
In the name of Sharing!

2. Angst
Watching death
Slowly unfold
My creation
To be sold
Wretched apart for the masses to hold

3. Unimaginable must close-eyes
Open source horror
This monster that started out right
turns left, turns right
As only a blight
Terror! In the hands of many

4. A shell of greatness
And as the winds die down
Fragments of the true work rebound
Shaint as a shallow wind
They're ghosts
As an imagination of themself

5. Abyss
Lost, lost to the crowd
Genius dead, this we dread
Recognition lost

6. Curtain
And so it ends


Part II: Playful Child

1. Up
Heavenly stare
Joy glare
Holy batman!

2. Wow
Disrupted from my sleeping
I see a crowd peeping
We're part of a band
of joyous rogues

3. Premature interruption
We're sleeping, we're peeping
and oh-my-god we're leaping
IF ONLY THE AUTHORS WEREN'T SUCH PRICKS!
They're such intolerable dicks!

4. Excuses?
We just took a step this way,
took a step that way
And tip-toed the rest of the
way,
it's not as if our mission was to slay...

5. Ignoring
We're dancing,
we're prancing,
and oh-my-gosh we're laughing
It's such a joyous time to have
fun with others and rhyme!...

6. Rebuttal
But it can't last,
but it can't last...


Part III: Crash

1. Military
Copyright, copyright!
Wrong, wrong!
Left, left?

2. Drums
The marching band plays its
drums (expecting a payment)
For the writers who need to
be paid
The amateurs have not given their
dues
They need to be slayed

3. Phh. Amateurs
The amateurs are in "fair use"?
But why are the writers not paid?
Amateurs!

4. Lack of scope
You take without realizing!
You take without effect!
You spoil your own writing
with theft!

5. The reason
Copy for intent,
copy for purpose;
sometimes it's about money,
sometimes altruism.

6. Money money
You amateurs misstep!
You realize not your own backlash!
Create without me, and you're nothing! Nothing!
And I require my due payment.

7. Focus of money
Recognition? Yes, recognition.
In cognition recognition is obliteration
so many little fetters that schizophrenically matter

8. You suck
Don't understand? Don't know?
Well, please, keep to what you do.
Us professionals here do our job right, unlike you.

9. Professionals lack also
Professional writers taking up alms against
amateur writers whose inspiration comes from
the professionals yet who also propel forward
the professionals.
Long-winded-ass stanza - must be from an amateur -
STAMP! No money for this one. Too clumsy.

10. Sad
Chagrin chigran,
now for a depression;
for a lot of suffering,
and some manic tension

11. Down
Is it worth anything?
What is worth?
My poetry no good?
Well then I'll kill myself

12. Devilish grin
No no! Don't kill yourself
Manic thoughts -- fame through suicide.
We're the great ones much aided by being
dead?

13. Star!
Rush of fame!
Man threatens suicide!
Now professional!
Now ego-stroking maniac who becomes a copyright tyrant!
Yay!

14. Icky, friends are
But then faces his used-to-be-friends amateurs
Ruddy of-the-muck friends who aspire but ...
well ...
are too "independent".
But they're friends, and they're there for you when it matters.

15. Rush
They're sued after inspiration strikes,
but had taken one of their poems (he was better than me)
and had stolen it and propped self up as the writer.
Awareness of this, but it didn't matter.

16. Thin line
Betrayal.
Choose.
Friends, fame?
(either-or, really? wtf)
Enjoyment of self with others but in poverty?
Or high-times but often faking and not enjoying self?
Which less evil less unpleasant?

17. Dichotomy?
Sell soul to devil?
Keep soul but condemned to poverty?

18. One line
One.
Suicide.
It's on the newspapers, but it don't matter.
Sleepless nights, but because dead.
It's a new life.
Much sorrow. Adieu. *tips hat*

19. Possibility
Two.
Sell.
If only I could keep my friends, too...
but I stole his poem. Staying with these
people more means that of getting more
exposure, but at the cost of being with
them...
Why can't I have both? Why?
But I stole it. Credit him? At the risk of
losing my rep?

20. Further along
Two point one.
Don't reveal it. Later for film will
admit it, and then go back with friends,
the "morally right thing to do" and so
ends a good film.

21. Risky
Two point two.
Reveal. He's a great poet, y'know.
And yes, I stole it. I'm sorry about that.
(would you like to work with me?
No. Well fudge!...)
(would you like to work with me?
Yes? Awesome! I'll be the public
guy and you write the stuff.
But you want recognition?
But you're a terrible people person.
You don't care? Well it's sort of
pointless then because you've gotta
have an alright person-... fine.)

22. Hmm...
So, say it's alright. Cool beans,
but a lesser affect. Fame stops,
perhaps. Or does it? Don't know.

23. Confused
Three.
Don't sell. What is it to sell anyways?
Go back into the shadows and have
the poem published under someone
else's name, 'cause they "stole" it from
you. Pick the bugs from your feet.
A has-been? Why the dichotomy?


Part IV: Rest

1. Pull push
Back and forth, forth and back.
Why not both?
Screaming it to a wall.
Of course it won't listen.
That's not the point.

2. Prayer?
That prayer wall.
Maybe I should do a prayer.
Meditation stuffs might help.

3. Annoying...
Now I lay me down to sleep
a light sleep where I think keep
And if I don't wake up,
I pray that I don't rest on the wall
'Cause it's really pokey looking

4. Must there...?
Cute as I may be,
I have a question for my non-conscious self to see
Why can't I have lots of fame
without having the pains of
loss of friends?
Is it a true dichotomy,
or simply an area where there's
a lack of understanding?

5. Sky
But for now I'll rest my pretty little
head,
as I imagine days of dread,
days of pain,
days of enjoyment,
and days of rain.

6. A little trinket
Raindrops on my hats right here,
as I drift off to sleep watching
these reindeer
Hallucinating something not there
A dead poet's poetry is much helped

7. Starry Night
But that's a wish.
It's a wish.
Who knows what life will have to dish.
I know I may, I know I might
If only I could figure out life

8. Fi-nale
The head drooped,
the body relaxed
and there sat at the wall
a man asleep
*curtain*

Failed Vendetta

He sat, brooding. Brows forming a V as they strode down the highway, he reflected on his own irony. Value did not exist except that which was perceived. In aims to make money, people would forget the origin and reason for money: people. And him most of all.
What could he complain about celebrities like Michael Jackson or Britney Spears? Ultimately, too, they became a pawn of the public just as before they had been gods.
The car sped on, and he reflected on Rand's excellect pacing and how he could replicate it, as he drifted off to sleep in the warm afternoon breeze of the car.

The Media Philosopher

The philosopher sat in his room, pondering the mysteries of the universe. He tweeted the grand thought he had just had, and 20 of his facebook friends commented on it:
“OMG thts deep!”
“U rock man!”
“what inane emo bullshit”
“Nice”
“What u tlkin bout”
He referenced wittenstein, pwning them all. His sharp wit would stand no bullshit. Sleepless nights he had taken to writing, and this dribble was what he got back. Where was his equal?
He took a moment off to clean his toenail and tweet about it.
“Ewwwwwww!” Came a reply.
“Well fuck off. Unfriend me.”
“Ur such a dick.”
How could his torment be understood by these underling fools? Did they not comprehend? What was the worth of life? We are all dead in the end? Why taking care of the dishes, care for which clothes for which day, and annoying burden to go through? Where was thought for eternal questions, proofs alien to the whims of the masses? He was the philosopher, but no one would pay heed. Call him an emo, call him stoneage, but nay, never question your assumptions about yourself!

He sighed and tweeted a thought:
“Why am I such a deluded prick?”
An answer came:
“Do you believe in god but also think a lot?”
“...um, ya.”
“There's your problem.”

Vegetarian topic organized, part 2

****Ethics
20. (Hypocrisy and lack of self-reflection)
"No place to argue that it's the
vegetarian who needs to see the
nutritioinst." Interesting.

11. (Defending talking about ethics)
"Ethics is what killed slavery."

18. (Hypocrisy and lack of self-reflection)
Comparison of deaths of lack of
meat and of over-meat:

13a. "When it's convenient for us ... look back ...
how barbaric..."

12. (Morals unique to humans; choice)
"because it is only humans that can have
ethical regard..."

9. (Unethical to attack with ethics)
Absurd attack with ethics.

7. (Ethical measurement)
Heirchy of reasons:

6. (Ethics as emotional and confusing;
preference and chaos) Emotional component:
pushing switch, pushing people;

-5. (Using imaginary concepts) Emotional response:
suffering,
rights.

3. (Plants suffer less than animals)
If plants suffer, still argument for vegetarianism.

2. (Sentience and emotional connection;
preference chaos)
Sentient (1b) - pets VS non-pets,
emotional connection (b1)

1b. (Morality of the gaps)
Suffering, morality - magical

****Economy
13b. (the marginal meat)
I'm thinking that "the pleasure of our taste
buds" outweighing the morality is similar
to that of being taxed

8. (anarcy ref.) Meat normal (7a) because of The State.

****Pleasure
14. (taste, addiction, McDonald's)
Craving for meat.

15. (fake? lesser? dangerous?)
Meat-identicle substitute

****Health
19. (fake, artificial, proof that you need
meat - ethics with that, meat VS pill (taste issue
again))
B-12 deficient: take a suppliment.

1a. (meat provides) protein


****Other
16. (what's the dif?)
Vegetarian or vegan?

17. (maybe answered already)
Check other and older videos
before asking about protein

10. (They WERE the droids they were looking for!
(ethics as being a confuser))
"These are not the droids you're looking for"

4. (YouTube stuff) Video response (I'll just have to remember to
go into it each time).