I am sorry if you came here because my title misled you. It is intended as a statement to myself about the change I feel in my life, especially my on-line persona. I put too much hope into my effort to fill a void I guess, so now this blog will be political or scientific in nature and leave personal aspects to another place.
Watching C-Span 2 Book TV today was a good learning day for me. It is heartening to see the rise of such uses for the Net and TV. I do not agree with the views of all the authors but am glad to have the chance to expand my own views and knowledge.
Today I watched Alison Dagnes talk about the effects of today's media and its effects. She made the point, among others, that our ability to select the ideas we are exposed to via the Net has a duality that may not be bringing us into a wider exchange of political opinion. Rather it allows birds of a feather to not only find each other but then to hear only like minded voices.But as has always been the case it seems, we must choose whether we want to her about solutions to our problems or what shoes Britney wears.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Thursday, August 5, 2010
So it goes...Again
It seems a friend has decided that communication between us is no longer of value. I will always respect that decision. My actions and words, while not wrong or anything, were just not up to snuff. The reason, or reasons, for this are beyond the abilities of this poor soul to discern. So the only avenue for me is to bow and humbly withdraw.
This is not the first time I have unlocked a multitude of doors with ease only to fumble at the one that led to the destination. The world watches and marvels as the doors swing open even as other's attempts to open them fall short. I have disappointed the world....again!
This is the last time. I just don't have the poop anymore.
This is not the first time I have unlocked a multitude of doors with ease only to fumble at the one that led to the destination. The world watches and marvels as the doors swing open even as other's attempts to open them fall short. I have disappointed the world....again!
This is the last time. I just don't have the poop anymore.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Independence Day!
Independence, as precious a state of existence as can be forwarded to ourselves and to all posterity is ours! Though we all fall short of being a true practitioner of the goals set forth in the Declaration at one time or another, we, never the less, must never forget that it is our solemn duty to strive toward a state of existence that implements the equality that all are due. No matter the hurdles our imperfect natures may create along the way that stand to make the road difficult.
Never, never, never let the blessings of freedom disguise the fact that we must always be diligent in our ongoing efforts to protect that freedom as well as move closer to a more perfect execution of the equality and justice to which all are entitled.
HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Never, never, never let the blessings of freedom disguise the fact that we must always be diligent in our ongoing efforts to protect that freedom as well as move closer to a more perfect execution of the equality and justice to which all are entitled.
HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
The New Conectivity, The New Exile
The last ten years have been tough on my soul. I have been involved in surfing the Net much longer than ten years but the last decade has been exploding. Myspace, blogs, Tweets, Facebook, etc. have allowed us a global reach akin to space travel. Our access to people, events, and information is so ubiquitous we sometimes get the feeling that we can know all 7 billion souls on the planet if we wish.
We can access virtually any subject we are interested in from our chairs, or cars, or even the beach. While for many this is a good thing, for some it is not. But for most of us it is a little of both.
Digital humanities are gaining ground in the Academy. Downloading movies, music, books or papers gives almost instant gratification to our whims and wishes. Wealth can be only a click away whether legit or criminal. There seems to be no end to the places vying for our attention, and dollars. And no end to the falls and virtual skinned knees we must now endure.
Those that don't even own or use a computer cannot escape being part of the digital landscape because any action they take is captured in someway in electronic form somewhere. And someone can find anything if they know how. And millions do!
The exile referred to in the title of this post is not quite the same as the exile of Napoleon, or a Russian dissident. It shares some aspects to be sure. Disconnection may be forced upon us. It may be self imposed. The information we gather online may be true or it may not. Just as it is in real life. The exile, or type of exile, I am talking about has to do with the way we now rush to judgment based on what appears on our computer screens rather than the reality outside our windows.
The apartment cell is cold without your words on the screen. Sorry at being unworthy. In the end, though, I will always be your friend. No matter what may or may not come.
We can access virtually any subject we are interested in from our chairs, or cars, or even the beach. While for many this is a good thing, for some it is not. But for most of us it is a little of both.
Digital humanities are gaining ground in the Academy. Downloading movies, music, books or papers gives almost instant gratification to our whims and wishes. Wealth can be only a click away whether legit or criminal. There seems to be no end to the places vying for our attention, and dollars. And no end to the falls and virtual skinned knees we must now endure.
Those that don't even own or use a computer cannot escape being part of the digital landscape because any action they take is captured in someway in electronic form somewhere. And someone can find anything if they know how. And millions do!
The exile referred to in the title of this post is not quite the same as the exile of Napoleon, or a Russian dissident. It shares some aspects to be sure. Disconnection may be forced upon us. It may be self imposed. The information we gather online may be true or it may not. Just as it is in real life. The exile, or type of exile, I am talking about has to do with the way we now rush to judgment based on what appears on our computer screens rather than the reality outside our windows.
The apartment cell is cold without your words on the screen. Sorry at being unworthy. In the end, though, I will always be your friend. No matter what may or may not come.
Monday, March 29, 2010
"And In The End"
This is probably the last words I will ever utter about this as I believe it is the right thing to do.
May all your desires be fulfilled. You will always have my complete respect, admiration, and friendship.
You know who you are!
May all your desires be fulfilled. You will always have my complete respect, admiration, and friendship.
You know who you are!
Sunday, March 28, 2010
A Commoner in a world that thinks itself uncommonly uncommon
While watching Meet The Press today the words I heard were basically the same words I've heard for 40 years. The topics have changed little as a result of our failure to solve, with any permanence, any of the major issues at hand. The political climate, as perceived through public opinion polls, is manipulated in a see-saw way so some of us are forcibly excused from the table.
This is not to say that discussions should not take place or have no value, it is just that the ones we have seem to lead to the same place we started from.
Listen to common sense not ideology. Judge by results instead of dollars. Even Scrooge eventually learned that lesson! Let us hope we need no ghosts to convince us of what is the only path that reaches all and endures because it does so.
This is not to say that discussions should not take place or have no value, it is just that the ones we have seem to lead to the same place we started from.
Listen to common sense not ideology. Judge by results instead of dollars. Even Scrooge eventually learned that lesson! Let us hope we need no ghosts to convince us of what is the only path that reaches all and endures because it does so.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
No Good-bye
Some times the changes we experience in our lives makes no sense. There are so many variables that to speculate may be dangerous to the truth. Soooo... I will not think of the reasons when someone stops talking to me. I still will feel the loss, though.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
These Dreams go on When I Close My Eyes
Though it will take some time to know what has really happened on the Health care front, we know the repeal effort has been churning since Reform has. No matter which party's ideology is ultimately to dictate the course of events in the U.S., one thing seems assured. It won't be WE THE PEOPLE!
When a simple statement of law was all that was needed to secure intent, our lawmakers, on both sides, saw fit to send up smoke and mirrors. As Merlin said to Arthur in "EXCALIBUR", "You have broken what could not BE broken. Hope is broken."
Hopefully, The Lady of the Lake will favor us. We definitely need her wisdom.
When a simple statement of law was all that was needed to secure intent, our lawmakers, on both sides, saw fit to send up smoke and mirrors. As Merlin said to Arthur in "EXCALIBUR", "You have broken what could not BE broken. Hope is broken."
Hopefully, The Lady of the Lake will favor us. We definitely need her wisdom.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Bees in my head
I was going to write another self pitying post but I won't. Here's the story. This is my party and I'll cry if I want to. It doesn't really help, so I won't. These damn bees don't read anyway!
Sunday, March 21, 2010
The Past has Passed
Being somewhat lazy, I finally set about the task of reviewing, organizing, and deleting the stored e-mail in my on-line folders. 4 years worth! I came across the first e-mail from a person that means the world to me. Though so much water has flowed under the bridge in four years that I can barely see her boat as it makes it's way, I fell again. It was like a first kiss, the first time holding hands, the first dance.
From the perspective of the future that is now the past, I am sad beyond depression. I was, and am, a fool to believe I have anything she needs. She's out of my league, and always was.
From the perspective of the future that is now the past, I am sad beyond depression. I was, and am, a fool to believe I have anything she needs. She's out of my league, and always was.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Understanding Why
I must accept my fate. I have been openly benign most of the time I have spent in the blogs. Being too fair, or seeking to improve oneself, or pointing out things that don't make sense, may have been the wrong move for me. Or maybe I'm just not worthy or smart enough. Anyway, at least I can write here without being dissed.
I don't know why I have become a pariah to the people I felt a kindred interest with. I just don't have the poop I guess. So for now I will pay attention to the world but keep my observations and opinions confined to this little, unknown, unimportant corner.
The digital world may be faster and vaster than the view from my window, but in reality, it is made up of the same people I see every day. The fate that I must accept is of my own construction, really. It should be no surprise, to me, that having lived as I have the world evolved on a different path and to a different destination than I. All that I can do is come here, talk to myself, commiserate with myself, and let the rest of the world go.
I don't know why I have become a pariah to the people I felt a kindred interest with. I just don't have the poop I guess. So for now I will pay attention to the world but keep my observations and opinions confined to this little, unknown, unimportant corner.
The digital world may be faster and vaster than the view from my window, but in reality, it is made up of the same people I see every day. The fate that I must accept is of my own construction, really. It should be no surprise, to me, that having lived as I have the world evolved on a different path and to a different destination than I. All that I can do is come here, talk to myself, commiserate with myself, and let the rest of the world go.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Regrets
Like most people, I have regrets. Usually I let them in. They stay for awhile then leave, until the next time my thought drift in their direction. But lately they have become a flood that will not subside. Why did I do this or that? What could I have done better? All the usual suspects! But this time I seem to be losing the struggle to deal. That may be why these posts are so preachy. I have no where else to go to slay my dragons...
The Divine Right of Kings...or as it is better known now-a days; The Divine Right of Money
Well the health care mess sure is a sight to behold. I can't say I'm surprised. Those that can afford it can get all they need. Most of us work our lives away, raise our children, love our pets, are good neighbors, mow our lawns, etc.. Why on Earth do we think we deserve the best in health care?
Women in general are an oppressed majority. Children are too in many ways, in many countries. Animals, the water, the air, the land, all are the fodder for the cannons of the privileged. It is not anyone's mission to change what is the way things are in a system that can be changed. Why should anyone give up anything just so the rest of us can share in the world we built? And died for? I ask you! Selfish Have-nots, anyway.
Women in general are an oppressed majority. Children are too in many ways, in many countries. Animals, the water, the air, the land, all are the fodder for the cannons of the privileged. It is not anyone's mission to change what is the way things are in a system that can be changed. Why should anyone give up anything just so the rest of us can share in the world we built? And died for? I ask you! Selfish Have-nots, anyway.
"Listen to the Icon....Each in a World of Our Own Design"
Many centuries ago a life completely separate from all other humans may have been possible, and/or desirable. But such is no longer the case. The stubborn belief that private property can expand infinitely and is an inherent right flies in the face of the reality we now inhabit.
The finite nature of our world is the major source of war, injustice, and greed. While it may be that humans are greedy by nature, if the resources of our world were as truly infinite as our desires seem to be then greed would have no lasting consequences. But as for now, greed's needs seeds bleeds.
The debates going on about Health care, taxes, intellectual property, jobs, etc., can trace their very existence to the finite nature of resources. The selfish abhor the selfless in a system that relies on a limited number of sources of wealth, or even just sustenance. Once upon a time there may have been more resources than the population could consume yet still we fought. Fear of the unknown maybe. Greed probably. But even these reasons come about because, either consciously or unconsciously, we know that there is only so much to be had and at some point we will be asked to share. Thus we come to the underlying flaw in what we call commerce, manifested today as capitalism. We don't share, we sell shares in life if you have what we WANT and are willing to give it to us rather than die. Of course I may decide not to sell for some reason so you're shit out of luck!
The genesis of this short and preachy post has a multitude of contributory pieces. But the final spark that lit the fire came as I watched a TV show about 2012 on the History Channel. Even when discussing the possible end of the world I was forced to acknowledge that the only reason this show was made and aired was to make someone money. The industry doesn't care about me or even believe in what it is telling me!
Oh yeah, ERIN GO BRAUGH!
The finite nature of our world is the major source of war, injustice, and greed. While it may be that humans are greedy by nature, if the resources of our world were as truly infinite as our desires seem to be then greed would have no lasting consequences. But as for now, greed's needs seeds bleeds.
The debates going on about Health care, taxes, intellectual property, jobs, etc., can trace their very existence to the finite nature of resources. The selfish abhor the selfless in a system that relies on a limited number of sources of wealth, or even just sustenance. Once upon a time there may have been more resources than the population could consume yet still we fought. Fear of the unknown maybe. Greed probably. But even these reasons come about because, either consciously or unconsciously, we know that there is only so much to be had and at some point we will be asked to share. Thus we come to the underlying flaw in what we call commerce, manifested today as capitalism. We don't share, we sell shares in life if you have what we WANT and are willing to give it to us rather than die. Of course I may decide not to sell for some reason so you're shit out of luck!
The genesis of this short and preachy post has a multitude of contributory pieces. But the final spark that lit the fire came as I watched a TV show about 2012 on the History Channel. Even when discussing the possible end of the world I was forced to acknowledge that the only reason this show was made and aired was to make someone money. The industry doesn't care about me or even believe in what it is telling me!
Oh yeah, ERIN GO BRAUGH!
Monday, March 15, 2010
Star light, Star bright
My wish has always been to support the dreams I thought were worthy, especially if they were mine, and leave the other ones to others. But unless one is a hermit, that is not the way the cookie crumbles.
In fact, to live in the world of people, one must often support the dreams of others at the sacrifice of one's own. That is, if one is not greedy with time or effort. Since we are individuals our dreams are as varied yet similar as grains of sand on a beach. But still, since the hour glass of our lives never stops flowing toward its eventual cessation, we make choices. We hope they are wise ones but we also know some of those choices will be costly in terms of the one thing none of us can replace. TIME!
That is why equality, health care, love and such are so urgent. One can give away a lifetime before realizing the sand in the glass has almost run out. And, of course, the glass may break, spilling all our time out into the void leaving our dreams stranded.
I was one that gave no thought to the passage of time until now. I wish now I had. What I have now are memories. Some are wonderful, but many are of the sand that slipped through my fingers. Like a fool, I just grabbed another handful, until now it seems I must search continuously for each grain that is left.
Watching the news I find myself screaming "Don't let it slip away!" as the debates let precious sand escape.
In fact, to live in the world of people, one must often support the dreams of others at the sacrifice of one's own. That is, if one is not greedy with time or effort. Since we are individuals our dreams are as varied yet similar as grains of sand on a beach. But still, since the hour glass of our lives never stops flowing toward its eventual cessation, we make choices. We hope they are wise ones but we also know some of those choices will be costly in terms of the one thing none of us can replace. TIME!
That is why equality, health care, love and such are so urgent. One can give away a lifetime before realizing the sand in the glass has almost run out. And, of course, the glass may break, spilling all our time out into the void leaving our dreams stranded.
I was one that gave no thought to the passage of time until now. I wish now I had. What I have now are memories. Some are wonderful, but many are of the sand that slipped through my fingers. Like a fool, I just grabbed another handful, until now it seems I must search continuously for each grain that is left.
Watching the news I find myself screaming "Don't let it slip away!" as the debates let precious sand escape.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Maybe, maybe not
It has been said that because of the Net all things published by digital means will never truly disappear. In the case of these words, I hope that is true. But even if they do survive there is no guarantee anyone will ever read them. So, it is to the unknown that I set down these thoughts. They may be of use, they may not. I have no way of knowing.
The knowledge that we have once belonged to others. As did the world. The only thing that is truly of only me is my love. The only thing that is truly of you is your love. The only gift I can give you that did not belong to other than me, and is only mine to give, is love. This I give to you. Once given, you can do what you will with it.
You can cherish it, or destroy it. Your choice.
The knowledge that we have once belonged to others. As did the world. The only thing that is truly of only me is my love. The only thing that is truly of you is your love. The only gift I can give you that did not belong to other than me, and is only mine to give, is love. This I give to you. Once given, you can do what you will with it.
You can cherish it, or destroy it. Your choice.
Matrix-esc
As we hurl with an escalating rapidity toward a future where the lines between reality and the artificial disappear with each keystroke, I wonder why I even try to remain me. I mean, if I am given an identity that is not born of my inner workings, but rather is crafted, assumed, or mistakenly assigned to me by others, either in the real world or in the on-line stew, why should I care? Allowing myself to believe what is said to me is a no-win game. I can't know what is real and what is not even if I am always truthful with others. And the fact that I can be dismissed at any time for any reason means, in reality, there is no me.
But yet my heart aches in real time with real sighs. As we leave our physical selves on the Net floor and assume the life of a file in some coded number game, I often think if we are truly progressing or just masking our descent. There is no denying that most of our lives are already at the mercy of numerical manipulation. The bad and the good share the same pathways and can, without our knowledge or consent, establish any us they choose.
We need to reclaim ourselves and stop viewing our freedoms as a balancing act between the economic and the human.
The main justification I hear for this state of affairs is that we must balance economic interests and human interests so our freedoms will not be abridged. If I must live in fear of not being who I really am, how are things really more free than they were many years ago?
But yet my heart aches in real time with real sighs. As we leave our physical selves on the Net floor and assume the life of a file in some coded number game, I often think if we are truly progressing or just masking our descent. There is no denying that most of our lives are already at the mercy of numerical manipulation. The bad and the good share the same pathways and can, without our knowledge or consent, establish any us they choose.
We need to reclaim ourselves and stop viewing our freedoms as a balancing act between the economic and the human.
The main justification I hear for this state of affairs is that we must balance economic interests and human interests so our freedoms will not be abridged. If I must live in fear of not being who I really am, how are things really more free than they were many years ago?
Ok, I get it.
To be sure, even if you don't believe me, my sensual and sexual nature still exist. My mistake, as far as the world goes, was assuming that that was obvious. I guess not. Being radical, in my mind anyway, means not acting as others would expect or at a time they choose. I go my way sometimes and I follow you sometimes. And there are also times when I neither follow you nor a path I have traveled before. But it is ALWAYS my fucking choice! Just as you must choose your own path and I must accept and be happy that you exercise freedom and equality.
Sucking stump is one of my favorite pastimes, but only one. I am not that simple a person. Equality has no boundaries. You're either on the bus or off the bus. Of course, there are those that take only small rides with their own Happy Ending as a result. Hi Ho!
Sucking stump is one of my favorite pastimes, but only one. I am not that simple a person. Equality has no boundaries. You're either on the bus or off the bus. Of course, there are those that take only small rides with their own Happy Ending as a result. Hi Ho!
Scientists discover rare fossil
H/t to an old friend.
Scientists in NYC have uncovered a 1 MILLION year old fossil that appears to be that of the "Archyopterix Ohnous" or "Oh No" bird. This strange bird was one of evolution's cruelest mistakes. It was only 3 inches tall but had 5 inch balls. Every time it landed it emitted a noise that sounded like it was screaming "OH NOOOO!"
Needless to say this bird fossil is extremely rare as it had no offspring and survived only 1 generation.
Scientists in NYC have uncovered a 1 MILLION year old fossil that appears to be that of the "Archyopterix Ohnous" or "Oh No" bird. This strange bird was one of evolution's cruelest mistakes. It was only 3 inches tall but had 5 inch balls. Every time it landed it emitted a noise that sounded like it was screaming "OH NOOOO!"
Needless to say this bird fossil is extremely rare as it had no offspring and survived only 1 generation.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Till we meet again
This is to a dear fine friend
No thought that this could be the end
Though for now our paths may part
All that ends is a great start
we'll meet again, you know it's true
Until that day I'll think of you
See you later is all I'll say
Till you decide to come my way
Be cool and safe and happy
No thought that this could be the end
Though for now our paths may part
All that ends is a great start
we'll meet again, you know it's true
Until that day I'll think of you
See you later is all I'll say
Till you decide to come my way
Be cool and safe and happy
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Close Encounters of the Thankful Kind
A few years back, the olden days by Cyber Time, I was captivated by a presence of breathtaking power and honesty. So, as idiots are want to do, I allowed myself to become infatuated with someone I didn't really know and who's life was set in a world I knew but could no longer be a player in. "What fools these Mortals be", fool and mortal, that's me for sure. It is no surprise that my presence in her world was tolerated (I'm not too big a jerk or a creep or anything, just a fool) as one of a civil and kind demeanor would tolerate most people that were not asses.
But I failed to return the honor that was being gifted to me. Not because I didn't want to, but as I state many times, and will many more, I'M AN IDIOT!
The tone of our communications has morphed into me trying to scale insurmountable odds and her providing kind bandages. The volume of exchanges from her should have told me something but, alas, as I have said, "I'M AN IDIOT!" Thus, the purpose of Bob's corner. A reflective pool, of words and ideas and observations and whatever, for me to excise my IDIOT demon so I can communicate without losing perspective. Wish me luck.
I must say, to those that know who they are, if ever you find this place, this corner, please come in. Sit a spell. Take your shoes off. I am, and ever will be, a friend.
OK, now to a discussion of the shit that is hitting the fan this week. Oh wait, isn't that the same shit that hit the fan last week, and the week before, and the week before that, etc..
But I failed to return the honor that was being gifted to me. Not because I didn't want to, but as I state many times, and will many more, I'M AN IDIOT!
The tone of our communications has morphed into me trying to scale insurmountable odds and her providing kind bandages. The volume of exchanges from her should have told me something but, alas, as I have said, "I'M AN IDIOT!" Thus, the purpose of Bob's corner. A reflective pool, of words and ideas and observations and whatever, for me to excise my IDIOT demon so I can communicate without losing perspective. Wish me luck.
I must say, to those that know who they are, if ever you find this place, this corner, please come in. Sit a spell. Take your shoes off. I am, and ever will be, a friend.
OK, now to a discussion of the shit that is hitting the fan this week. Oh wait, isn't that the same shit that hit the fan last week, and the week before, and the week before that, etc..
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Different Drum
Somewhere there may be someone. The people that jive with my outlook on the world seem to be beyond my pay grade when it comes to being more than passing friends. I was born under a bad sign it would appear. Sure, there are some that would have me. But I am damaged to the point that I can't read the signals that they send. The ones that I feel an attraction to must think me totally inept since I miss all the signs they carry for me to read. Why am I so dense?
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
The View From Where I Sit
When I was young I would analyze. Purpose was the nugget I chewed and tasted to see if nourishment to a cause could be had. My analysis determined my actions. As time passed, experience shown its light on a mistaken belief that analysis was all I needed to know the true nature of something. This mistake was mostly due to the fact that the analyzer was me.
But then, instead of analyzing purpose, I spent my time as an observer. An observer of results. Though purpose was still important to me, the only purpose I could really be sure of was my own. Observations, on the other hand, could be seen by all. No matter the purpose, it is the results of an action that determines the action's value to me.
This is the reason I don't care to be part of any established political party. While ideology may fill my dreams, results rule my life. The results since Ronald Reagan speak volumes to me.
Now I analyze my observations. Is what I see really what is real or am I mistaken because I can see only what is shown?
Analysis+observation of results seemed to be the answer. In this way I could see beyond what was shown and come to know what was not known, at least to me.
But, alas, this did not take into account that I could be deceived. Thus, it seems, is the allure of the political gamesmanship that we endure. The purposes, the results, the game, all are suspect. Mine, yours, everyone's.
The road to hell is paved with good intentions. Results can be misinterpreted. Gut feelings can be wrong. Deceit can masquerade as truth. Self-interest can trump anything. Only Time reveals the truth. Until it does, your guess is as good as mine...
But then, instead of analyzing purpose, I spent my time as an observer. An observer of results. Though purpose was still important to me, the only purpose I could really be sure of was my own. Observations, on the other hand, could be seen by all. No matter the purpose, it is the results of an action that determines the action's value to me.
This is the reason I don't care to be part of any established political party. While ideology may fill my dreams, results rule my life. The results since Ronald Reagan speak volumes to me.
Now I analyze my observations. Is what I see really what is real or am I mistaken because I can see only what is shown?
Analysis+observation of results seemed to be the answer. In this way I could see beyond what was shown and come to know what was not known, at least to me.
But, alas, this did not take into account that I could be deceived. Thus, it seems, is the allure of the political gamesmanship that we endure. The purposes, the results, the game, all are suspect. Mine, yours, everyone's.
The road to hell is paved with good intentions. Results can be misinterpreted. Gut feelings can be wrong. Deceit can masquerade as truth. Self-interest can trump anything. Only Time reveals the truth. Until it does, your guess is as good as mine...
Thursday, January 14, 2010
I AM HE AS YOU ARE HE AS YOU ARE ME AND WE ARE ALL TOGETHER
I look out my window and cry a sigh for us. The materialism is evident in all the things I see. Even those of a non-materialistic vein have been trapped into compliance and denial. That includes me!
The devastation in Haiti is bad and sad. The world wide relief pouring in, on it's face, seems like we care. But the view out MY window shows that we don't, really.
We pat ourselves on the back for helping the less fortunate but continue to tell ourselves we are not the reason that they live as they do. They eat dirt not because they want to.
IMAGINE ALL THE PEOPLE SHARING ALL THE WORLD!
Shame on me. Shame on you. Shame, shame, shame!
The devastation in Haiti is bad and sad. The world wide relief pouring in, on it's face, seems like we care. But the view out MY window shows that we don't, really.
We pat ourselves on the back for helping the less fortunate but continue to tell ourselves we are not the reason that they live as they do. They eat dirt not because they want to.
IMAGINE ALL THE PEOPLE SHARING ALL THE WORLD!
Shame on me. Shame on you. Shame, shame, shame!
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