We are in the world but we constantly look at it as if we arevstrangers. We analyze the motives of others and view world events in an attempt to figure out what it’s all about. Mostly it’s about observing yet occasionally the landscape changes and it’s all about us.
Through mirrors, windows, shiny objects and the eyes of others we piece together our strange world. I have been lucky that some of my past trips to this dump have been preserved and looking at what has been said, done and left behind I am relieved that I am the same person with the same views only at a different time. That the world was not any different then from what it is today, only by a few pieces if hardware here and there. But what lacked then is missing niw, those who distressed society then are doing it again.
Looking for concrete answers is something we all do but few succeed. Unfortunately most people are caught in the words and not the way. The age old arguments have not changed in the three thousand years of recorded history. Territories have expanded, contracted, been sbsirbed, rulers good bad and unjust have come and gone. People are still upset about the lack of food, shelter and promises undilivered. The only new thing that has come up in this trip is the validation that some of the people have secretly wanted to remove entire groups and depot late the world so they could occupy it themselves. What appeared like a mass struggle to figure things iut, create creature comforts and establish governments has been an outing of that which lurked in the background and hid it’s agenda. Now that we know who and what they are we can deal with the situation.
It’s strange in that the cockroaches seem to require my eyes to see their world. Sometimes my remarks send them into a tail spin and I say to myself these idiots planned to rule the world but failed to pack a lunch for the trip. And they forgot their bus money and they didn’t write their address down and couldn’t figure out how to get back home.
Every day the rodents turn on their word machine and send a messenger to collect Nena words so they can figure out why their cheese has so many holes.
My view if the world is c rather simple. Each day I wake up and look for the sunshine. I checkout the news to see how this big rotating ball of shit is doing today. I check the view out of my windows to see the condition of my neighborhood. I realize that I was placed here to live my life, but part of life is serving others in some way. How can we be complete and happy if we cannot bring happiness to others. I ask myself is there anyone out there that gives a damn about my life, and I realize that as bad as that answer is I am still ahead of millions of others who lose their battle each day with the answers life gives them.
Then I realize that someday I will have the ultimate persoective. IN This Lifetime I Will Stand On Jupiter And Look Back At These Events And Analyze Them once sgain To See If Anything changes. When I saw my fathers picture I remember thinking how can he look so calm, relaxed and poised knowing that his wife and child were elsewhere. Now I understand that those who leave this dump in spite of leaving their loved ones behind cannot help but embrace the reality of living a real life, where they can stand like humans.
We all want to share our joy and understanding. The preference is always peace and love. However there is that moment when you reach the concrete embankment that is actually a living creature that calls itself a human. And you realize that intelligence is the moment that having used all of your abilities you are forced to admit that the best decision is walking away, and removing this thing rather than trying to help it fit into the universe.
Each lifetime has an outcome. Each century has an ending as do other spans of time. The best outcome is the ability to participate and help create the desired outcome of your choice rather than simply look back and say wow is that what happened. With or without our cognitive participation the outcome will occur, in an intelligent world the outcome is never a surprise or a negative one.