Gaining entrance is key. Once permission is granted to enter, then space is made. Receiving permission is easy. The greatest lie ever told was that we were not loved. This is the lever. Get permission. Create space. Once open, never closed.
This is the key to miragles and magig. Gain entry. Proceed and create space.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
The Formula
Introduced to my by one of my research assistants, this formula is the key to understanding personal relationships for men across the world.
To begin, a simple equation:
Woman = Time x Money
In order to get a woman, a man needs time and money. Addition here won't work, due to the factoral nature of the amount of time and money needed.
And we all know the next equation:
Time = Money
Time is money. Using substitution, we get:
Woman = Money x Money (Money Squared)
We also know that money is the root of all evil.
So, the square root of evil squared is... evil. So, in our final analysis:
Woman = Evil
To begin, a simple equation:
Woman = Time x Money
In order to get a woman, a man needs time and money. Addition here won't work, due to the factoral nature of the amount of time and money needed.
And we all know the next equation:
Time = Money
Time is money. Using substitution, we get:
Woman = Money x Money (Money Squared)
We also know that money is the root of all evil.
So, the square root of evil squared is... evil. So, in our final analysis:
Woman = Evil
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
No Conspiracy Need Not Apply
I've noticed the conspiracy bug going around again. I used to believe in conspiracies. Then, I learned about marketing and advertising. There's no need for an all encompasing conspiracy. We are already TV cattle, consuming the visual cud.
FACT: Most of you intend to 'rock the vote' next month. That means that you're voting for a politician. Either you believe in your selected future figurehead, or you don't but are voting for the lesser of two evils. No, there's not much else to do besides play the voting slot machine. That tells you something right there. You're buying what someone is selling. Selling. Not campaigning, selling.
You're already taken over. You are already marginalized. You're already tuned in. You are so there. I heard a joke today. Why don't Americans grow their own food? They never learned how! Ha ha. Ha ha. You've got a food IV just down the street. Hot the button and drip drip drip, in goes the morphine.
So, should we resort to subsistence farming? Hell no. But don't you see? There's no option but the foor IV, the political pill, the netertainment enema. No revolution. No. No war on American soil. No. Cows. We are cows. Rabbits. Try the lettuce.
Even organic produce is organic bullshit. Try and escape and find the walls. They're solid. They're real. Locate the boundry lines. You have loved ones to feed. People to care about. Revolution is not for us. It's a dirty business and the people we love will be held prisoner if we revolt.
They don't need an army and you don't want a revolution.
Try a little civil disobedience on for size. I give it one week before you're back on the chain gang. Obama does not care about your ass any more than McCain. He's never met you and wouldn't lend you a twenty for half a tank of gas. McCain is worse. It's arsenic or cyanide for you.
So, what do we do?
For one, think about what you want. Stop chasing the fight, the dead end, the high and get liberated. Your mind and your home and your family and your friends are your fortress, your purpose. Free your soul. This world is a transient dream, a nightmare for some, but still a dream. Change starts in the self, spreads to the home and then, only then, can it affect change in the world.
Will the world change? No. If the mountain won't come to you, go to the mountain. The world won't change. You have to.
FACT: Most of you intend to 'rock the vote' next month. That means that you're voting for a politician. Either you believe in your selected future figurehead, or you don't but are voting for the lesser of two evils. No, there's not much else to do besides play the voting slot machine. That tells you something right there. You're buying what someone is selling. Selling. Not campaigning, selling.
You're already taken over. You are already marginalized. You're already tuned in. You are so there. I heard a joke today. Why don't Americans grow their own food? They never learned how! Ha ha. Ha ha. You've got a food IV just down the street. Hot the button and drip drip drip, in goes the morphine.
So, should we resort to subsistence farming? Hell no. But don't you see? There's no option but the foor IV, the political pill, the netertainment enema. No revolution. No. No war on American soil. No. Cows. We are cows. Rabbits. Try the lettuce.
Even organic produce is organic bullshit. Try and escape and find the walls. They're solid. They're real. Locate the boundry lines. You have loved ones to feed. People to care about. Revolution is not for us. It's a dirty business and the people we love will be held prisoner if we revolt.
They don't need an army and you don't want a revolution.
Try a little civil disobedience on for size. I give it one week before you're back on the chain gang. Obama does not care about your ass any more than McCain. He's never met you and wouldn't lend you a twenty for half a tank of gas. McCain is worse. It's arsenic or cyanide for you.
So, what do we do?
For one, think about what you want. Stop chasing the fight, the dead end, the high and get liberated. Your mind and your home and your family and your friends are your fortress, your purpose. Free your soul. This world is a transient dream, a nightmare for some, but still a dream. Change starts in the self, spreads to the home and then, only then, can it affect change in the world.
Will the world change? No. If the mountain won't come to you, go to the mountain. The world won't change. You have to.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
The Commercial
The commercial came on again. It's one of those crappy car commercials with a 90s alt rock anthem behind it. The guy talks about his car having a 40 gig hard drive.
I wake up in 1998. Someone promises a one gig hard drive for a PC. I remember 100 meg hard drives. 10 meg hard drives. A one meg hard drive.
Now, I'm ashamed of my 4 gig mp3 player that has more storage as a flash device than the first computer I owned. There are cell phones that could have manually run the lunar landings. Small drones the size of bees fly with cameras by remote control. People can see through walls and make things turn invisible. Invisible. Reflect light away from an object at odd angles...
I use light to communicate over glass wires. Books publish themselves. Gas costs $3.00. We have cars that run on hydrogen. We've found water on Mars. Lifespan of humans has increased by 10 years over the past 20, ever so close to escape velocity necessary for immortality. There's almost ten billion people on the planet. I swipe a card to buy my groceries at a self checkout. They have drugs to cure almost everything...
and a car with a 40 gig hard drive. Not because it's necessary, but because it's cheap, easy and useful.
2008. Gotta love it.
I wake up in 1998. Someone promises a one gig hard drive for a PC. I remember 100 meg hard drives. 10 meg hard drives. A one meg hard drive.
Now, I'm ashamed of my 4 gig mp3 player that has more storage as a flash device than the first computer I owned. There are cell phones that could have manually run the lunar landings. Small drones the size of bees fly with cameras by remote control. People can see through walls and make things turn invisible. Invisible. Reflect light away from an object at odd angles...
I use light to communicate over glass wires. Books publish themselves. Gas costs $3.00. We have cars that run on hydrogen. We've found water on Mars. Lifespan of humans has increased by 10 years over the past 20, ever so close to escape velocity necessary for immortality. There's almost ten billion people on the planet. I swipe a card to buy my groceries at a self checkout. They have drugs to cure almost everything...
and a car with a 40 gig hard drive. Not because it's necessary, but because it's cheap, easy and useful.
2008. Gotta love it.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
The Maniac Pursues Truth
The pursuit of truth consumes. Trying to define the concept is maddening enough. No one seems to agree what truth should be. There are dozens of schools of thought about defining truth.
Most people take the old personal truth approach. That means the only truth one can find is personal, subjective, different from different viewpoints. That can be dangerous indeed. When the only arbiter of truth is the self, the self is the only one needed for verification. Sure, we can incorporate other people's ideas, but ultimately, we still keep what we want and reject the rest. Our integrated view of truth becomes our beacon for finding truth.
Another popular approach is that the truth is unknowable, proven by a very interesting idea. Human beings cannot, as human beings, define themselves because they are human beings and therefore, logically, not a valid proof of themselves. You can't define a system if you are the system. You need an outside observer, of which, currently, we have none. No non human observer.
Unless you believe in a God or Gods. But then, that's belief, and a subjective truth know only to those who believe it. Of course, believers claim it's true for everyone, regardless of belief. When asked for proof, they offer their belief. Another self defining system.
But if we cannot know the truth, we amputate our ability to reason. If it's unknowable, then why advance society and technology and science towards truth? I don't know. I like my oven and my hot water. I like open communication via internet. It's worse than throwing the baby out with the bathwater, it's not admitting there's even a baby.
Some argue that society creates truth by consensus. The Inquisition was bad, but it was consented to by the powers of society and thus became a truth. It happened. Unfortunately, that implies the human race creates truth. That ignores some obvious non human creations which plants recognize as the sun, although we never consulted them about the sun.
The value of searching for truth is surety in life and maybe progress towards living better. So we can't even say finding truth is valueless.
Simple platitudes won't do it either. There's an underlying, undiscovered, knowable correctness that cannot be summed into a sentence. Perhaps it can't be contained in words or thoughts.
At the moment, the author is resigned to the moment, which he missed entirely while writing this.
Most people take the old personal truth approach. That means the only truth one can find is personal, subjective, different from different viewpoints. That can be dangerous indeed. When the only arbiter of truth is the self, the self is the only one needed for verification. Sure, we can incorporate other people's ideas, but ultimately, we still keep what we want and reject the rest. Our integrated view of truth becomes our beacon for finding truth.
Another popular approach is that the truth is unknowable, proven by a very interesting idea. Human beings cannot, as human beings, define themselves because they are human beings and therefore, logically, not a valid proof of themselves. You can't define a system if you are the system. You need an outside observer, of which, currently, we have none. No non human observer.
Unless you believe in a God or Gods. But then, that's belief, and a subjective truth know only to those who believe it. Of course, believers claim it's true for everyone, regardless of belief. When asked for proof, they offer their belief. Another self defining system.
But if we cannot know the truth, we amputate our ability to reason. If it's unknowable, then why advance society and technology and science towards truth? I don't know. I like my oven and my hot water. I like open communication via internet. It's worse than throwing the baby out with the bathwater, it's not admitting there's even a baby.
Some argue that society creates truth by consensus. The Inquisition was bad, but it was consented to by the powers of society and thus became a truth. It happened. Unfortunately, that implies the human race creates truth. That ignores some obvious non human creations which plants recognize as the sun, although we never consulted them about the sun.
The value of searching for truth is surety in life and maybe progress towards living better. So we can't even say finding truth is valueless.
Simple platitudes won't do it either. There's an underlying, undiscovered, knowable correctness that cannot be summed into a sentence. Perhaps it can't be contained in words or thoughts.
At the moment, the author is resigned to the moment, which he missed entirely while writing this.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
I've Got Something on My Mind
Quite literally. The man working the controls of the Murk Machine has long battled mental illness with varying degrees of success. I'm just a mouthpiece of his for some of the absurd or quite serious ideas that have no other proper sphere in which to be expressed. I'm not a seperate personality, a figment or a fiction, but I am a piece of a larger whole. My origins are shrouded in mystery, but I am certain that the illness of my controller is in part responsible for my being.
When you throw around the words mental illness, you combine the idea of the mind and a sickness, an implication that the mind is ill. This is not the case at all. The person is ill. The mind works the same as everyone else. That's part of the difficulty. I can think just as well as the next guy, probably better. I'm as rational as most people. But, despite rational knowledge, I can't reason with this illness. It does what it does. Sometimes I get a measure of control, sometimes I get none.
The whole idea of mental illness seems to be in the mind. It's not. The term is a misnomer. It's a full, whole and consuming condition. It manifests in physical sensations, in sleep patterns, in eating, drinking, substance abuse, communication, emotion, thought and in my existential core. It's an illness that is not of mind, but of person.
Hell, I could deal with a broken mind. That's fun. I can watch mental nonsense like it's television. I find humor in the absurdity of disordered thought, chaotic swings of logic, etc. It's the damn rest of it that makes it tough.
The worst part is the nagging feeling that almost everyone around me thinks I could 'get better' if I did something, took some medicine or just 'dealt with it'. You don't reason with it, drug it, excercise it and you sure as hell don't cure it. You cope. Whatever you're in at the moment, you cope with. Sometimes, coping is enough. Sometimes it's not. People don't understand this. They want cause and effect. They want reasons. They want a consistent go or no go. Most of all, they want you to stop 'hurting'.
It's a nice sentiment, but a lot of pressure. Trust me. I've been at this a long time and I know what the day in and out of it entails. That's how it is.
If you're reading this, and you know me and are concerned, good. Do something with that concern... keep it. I don't want it. It's a heavy heavy heavy burden that, when I'm in a rough spot, makes it much more difficult to cope.
If someone gets a cut, and you keep asking them if they're okay, and reacting like it's hurting you that they got a cut, you make the injured person's state of mind turn in towards the injury and the distress the injury is causing everyone. I understand the concern, but it's not nice.
On the other hand, throwing up the old stopsign and saying, "Hey. Screw that prick. I've got enough shit to deal with. I don't need him making it worse," that's kinda crappy too.
So, for all of you experts and amateurs and concerned citizens out there, here's an idea. Recognize that there is a very real illness and pain. Don't freak out, don't look for reasons, don't try to fix and don't toss up a middle finger. Just accept what it is, be yourself, do a nice thing, make a joke or something. In short, act normal for crying out loud.
Like I said, I know better than anyone I ain't normal. That doesn't mean I'm any different. (And yes, I know I just said that)
When you throw around the words mental illness, you combine the idea of the mind and a sickness, an implication that the mind is ill. This is not the case at all. The person is ill. The mind works the same as everyone else. That's part of the difficulty. I can think just as well as the next guy, probably better. I'm as rational as most people. But, despite rational knowledge, I can't reason with this illness. It does what it does. Sometimes I get a measure of control, sometimes I get none.
The whole idea of mental illness seems to be in the mind. It's not. The term is a misnomer. It's a full, whole and consuming condition. It manifests in physical sensations, in sleep patterns, in eating, drinking, substance abuse, communication, emotion, thought and in my existential core. It's an illness that is not of mind, but of person.
Hell, I could deal with a broken mind. That's fun. I can watch mental nonsense like it's television. I find humor in the absurdity of disordered thought, chaotic swings of logic, etc. It's the damn rest of it that makes it tough.
The worst part is the nagging feeling that almost everyone around me thinks I could 'get better' if I did something, took some medicine or just 'dealt with it'. You don't reason with it, drug it, excercise it and you sure as hell don't cure it. You cope. Whatever you're in at the moment, you cope with. Sometimes, coping is enough. Sometimes it's not. People don't understand this. They want cause and effect. They want reasons. They want a consistent go or no go. Most of all, they want you to stop 'hurting'.
It's a nice sentiment, but a lot of pressure. Trust me. I've been at this a long time and I know what the day in and out of it entails. That's how it is.
If you're reading this, and you know me and are concerned, good. Do something with that concern... keep it. I don't want it. It's a heavy heavy heavy burden that, when I'm in a rough spot, makes it much more difficult to cope.
If someone gets a cut, and you keep asking them if they're okay, and reacting like it's hurting you that they got a cut, you make the injured person's state of mind turn in towards the injury and the distress the injury is causing everyone. I understand the concern, but it's not nice.
On the other hand, throwing up the old stopsign and saying, "Hey. Screw that prick. I've got enough shit to deal with. I don't need him making it worse," that's kinda crappy too.
So, for all of you experts and amateurs and concerned citizens out there, here's an idea. Recognize that there is a very real illness and pain. Don't freak out, don't look for reasons, don't try to fix and don't toss up a middle finger. Just accept what it is, be yourself, do a nice thing, make a joke or something. In short, act normal for crying out loud.
Like I said, I know better than anyone I ain't normal. That doesn't mean I'm any different. (And yes, I know I just said that)
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