A Shade of Pain Then We Die

If pain could be could be painted what color would it be? I think Seal hit the nail on the head with that lyric. Well thats how I feel today. I really do not want to talk about it. I think I will just bitch and moan to myself. I am really starting to believe, or should I say beginning to adopt in its entirety the concept of 100% self reliance. “I live with me, I’ve got my back tonight”. You see the choice is mine. I think the problem is in part lies in the fact that I never have truly embraced myself as my own savior and redeemer. Du Mhan Yhu! When you get right down to it know one can do it like I can. Without a doubt, I am the shit! I finally said it and I feel so much better. After taking a long hard look at myself and admiring what I have seen I have come to the conclusion that my facade of easy going kindness should be dispatched and immediately replaced by the true nature of man. Who am I kidding other than myself. Should I bridle my thoughts and exercise restraint in order to spare the feelings of those who could not even capable enough of handling my urine. I think not. If there is going to be pain then then I say let me be the first to draw blood and the last to draw breath. “But Mooda, want you be isolating yourself from those around you? Want you be causing conflict where there is none?”, you ask. Perhaps but as I noted before I’ve got my back. I have yet to let myself down and I seriously doubt that I will now. Be for real, if I strategically realigned my resources with personal objectives I foresee a very nice return on my investment in myself. Really thats what it all boils down to, a realignment of resources to meet personal objectives. Yeah thats the spin I think I will put on this. A strategic realignment. Objectives. Investments and goals. Somehow I just seem to be able to make shit happen for myself. I do not know why, how or what but it just happens. Like bird shit dropping from the sky.

It is crazy and I can not really explain it. I was talking to my boy Kyle and he was explaining some really deep shit to me. It totally blew my mind but he was right as he often is. I have to say Kyle is my boy, my absolute best friend. He is the flip side of the coin.

This is going to be the last post for this year. It’s done, it’s a wrap. I got mine now get the fuck out. Next year is mine bitches. Do not get it twisted. I am officially declaring 2008 the year of fire. If you do not want to get burned then stay out of my way cuz I am gonna be blazing like napalm.

On that note I’d like to give a big fat, super sized, “Ho ho ho and fuck you too!” You know who you are, rat bastard.

Break On Through To The Other Side

Had to borrow something from The Doors.  You are being given fair warning, this entry is definitely a little out there but will interesting none the less. It is not based on any scientific data but if you really need some just drop me a line and I will be more than happy to share my research with you.

I think worm holes, the kind that allow for matter to effortlessly travel through space and time, exist. My theory on them is a little different than most though. You see, I think that we do not need to travel to them nor do they appear and disappear like a magical door. I think it is much simpler than that. Yep I sure do. Here is my theory. Worm holes are merely a metaphysical construct that are accessed by a plain of consciousness. In order to use a worm hole you have to be in the right frame of mind. They just exist and are only “visible” when we are in the correct state to see them.

If you think of the worm hole as a tunnel then you have to think of the other side as your destination. Once you reach your destination via the worm hole your existence in the destination is not a physical one. You direct your consciousness in the same way that you would control a character in a video game or think about the Matrix. Neo controlled his avatar in the Matrix. His physical body was not in the Matrix but was back on the ship. This theory makes the assumption that the laws of interaction are universal not to mention there is a universal language. I think this theory aside from the afore mentioned assumptions is valid because it addresses some very critical issues that the current space exploration program is facing. The most significant being that in order for us to sustain life outside of earths atmosphere requires huge amounts of energy and superior materials that to my knowledge we, humanity, do not posses. However the one thing that we all carry with us that still is a source of great mystery is the gray matter between our ears. How much energy does it take to think and to dream?

Take for instance hallucinations. Are these nothing more than conscious dreams? Yet they become real to the one having them. It is a known fact that certain drugs heighten our senses and allow us to “see” what we normally would not see. While under the influence these individuals interact with the world on a different plain of  consciousness. Do you agree?

It takes very little energy for us to change the chemistry of our minds, even without drugs we are able to change our state of mind by literally just thinking about it. Now extend that same principle to space travel. If we knew for certain that there are some universal truths, laws (scientific not moral) and languages would it not be far easier to explore the cosmos from the comfort of ones favorite schair? No need to miss loved ones. No need to put your life in danger. No insurmountable barriers to overcome. This just makes more sense to me than the SS Enterprise.

Callouses

While driving the other day I began to think about life as it was just over a century ago and the natural modes of transportation that existed then. By natural I mean that the power behind the transportation method was either human powered or animal powered. No steam, coal or gasoline powered engines. This got me thinking about how connected people were to their environment then. There was no insulating buffer between you and the elements. Sadly today I see our conveniences are like thick callouses that prevent us from feeling the world around us. Callouses are supposed to protect sensitive skin, they are a natural response to use and work. Yet, our callous of convenience is really making us weaker. How convenient does life need to be? Will we eventually get to the point that living is just too inconvenient?

It Has Purpose Not Meaning

This is going to be short and sweet. Life does not have meaning it has purpose. Meaning denotes that ones life inherently came with an intended message when it was just the opposite. At birth your life’s message was not defined because you had not yet lived enough of it to give it definition. However you did come with a purpose. That being to live your life and thereby giving it meaning. Meaning can only be achieved by action, by doing something with your life. Therefore the purpose or the intent of ones life is simply to live it. Once lived your life has been defined. Should that be to morbid for your taste then perhaps this will be more palatable. Your life is defined as you live it. Life is dynamic so its meaning will continue to change but never its purpose, to live.

Life is linear, it begins and it ends. What we do during that time is more important than trying to define who, what, why, how and where we are. Those questions might be answered along the way. If not then accept it and try not to waste time pondering them. There are still good times to be had.

To borrow an ad campaign from Reebok, “Life is short. Play hard!”

You Only Know What You See (Publicly Private)

It strikes me as odd that folks are continuing to gripe about the invasion of privacy and the intrusions upon their personal space when it appears that the so many are willing to share so much of their lives with strangers. Often matters that are better discussed face to face in the privacy of ones home are being discussed openly at work on some kind of phone but always in ear shot of others. Let’s not forget about the booming trend of amateur porn. Amateur porn sites where your next door neighbor can produce and promote their most scandalous of liaisons are as abundant as Chinese take out restaurants in NYC. Yet these same people will bitch and moan about “Big Brother” violating their privacy as well as Big Business, brick and mortar as well virtual ones, maintaining to much personal information about their habits. If you want privacy then be private. If you do not not want intrusion then do not invite it. Otherwise, thanks for the show jackass!