well hey now
what new with everyone in this crazy sane world
asking questions in an email....
meh
well, another day gone, another dream unrealized.......in my case its
the same one.
im ok though, patience bagwan, yes yes, ill wait....but waiting....for
what, the perfect oppertunity...do i let it come to me like i let most
things?
sure, why not,
stories....yes....
i have many, but who cares, not me....I care about stories i dont have
yet. i yearn for the unknown, to leave it as it is, unspoiled, untouched,
an ocean of adventure.....tantalizing.
the desire to know. engrained so deep within the human race. plan,
prepare, surround ourselves with safety, so we can turn the unknown into
the known, the percieved.the plan. the idea. the vision. the mission.
be humble.......hmmmm......... for what reason do people say that? is it
to keep us from rising up? maybe not... to keep everything in order, to
become educated first. What does that mean these days.....theres so
much to learn.. how much do we have to learn before standing up with
confidence, theres a line, The Level. people on the level rock. we
should help everyone to the level. why? because it seems right, it feels
good, it is a way, my way, but not just my way.
the open road. where you can live free. a form of escapism?....mm..possibly,
but not as bad as a rising common belief system in my society..ignorance....not
caring about world issues, not caring about unpleasant things. ëveryone
has their own beliefs¨..... ignorance is not a belief i want to say. i
want to scream it. saw david suzuki on tv. he was almost screaming Ÿou
do NOT treat Mother Earth this way!!¨..... i felt it. hit me hard. I
know theres a million sides to every issue, but i can pick which sides i
believe in. what makes sense to my intelligence...my highest order.
common sense is not intelligence. repeat.
its intelligence for the uncreative, unintelligent, if there is truly
such a thing (go work at the ***, then youll see that idiots really do
exist)
sanity is the playground for the unimaginative. a message on a wall. go
past it every day on the way to work.
work. a means to an end. to get what you want. oh i can play their game,
its frighteningly simple.
who are the masters behind our cities? the system? the buildings? who is
to be praised more, the architect who draws lines or the snotemason who
lifts rocks.
just a few thoughts before bed.
Just saw the motorcycle diaries. could relate a lot.
caused a little swirling in my head, mixed a few things around, jusst
rea organizing the shelves in my breain, and you guys got to be my
output, as you are used to by now.
thanks for being
Shawn
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“Chaos often breeds life, when order breeds habit�
'The problem with today's youth is not that our fathers don't believe in us, but that we do not believe in our fathers.' - Me.
Än Eye For An Eye, And Soon The Whole World Is Blind
