What's wrong with you people?
Here is an artful oversimplification of an answer:
Two half people who seek out eachother is really one person at odds with itself. The split goes deeper than sight or sound. The fissure is in our minds. Two sides, bonded by flesh, severed by design. Two dreams whispering, one to the other. Altering the path obscured in the mists of spirited echoing caves. Behind the glimmer of an eye lies waves of electric light and resonance; singing our soul. Neither side knows the other, or why it speaks. It sees the world in shapes and feelings. The other in numbers and names. The two must become one.
When the two are one, then the one may seek successfully. To know thyself is the key. Ask, "What do you seek?"
You must first have an answer. The rest will come.
Life, love, people ... The greatest of minds have grappled with this for centuries. Don't kick yourself if you don't figure it out.
Human beings have only been human beings for 200,000 years give or take 50,000. Before that we couldn't speak with words. After, we wandered the world in search of food, mates, shelter, and meaning. Civilization didn't take root untill we figured out how to farm and herd, 10,000 years ago. Then we started to have time to think about the human condition. Populations rooted themselves, groups gathered in numbers never before known to our kind. Culture began to flourish. We had found a new way to evolve. We've streamlined the process. It's only going to get faster. The truths we cling to will be ripped from our hands in the whirlwind of change. New truths will replace them and then those too will be uprooted. We think Love is an eternal truth. Maybe it's nothing at all. Maybe it's the only thing. No one truly knows. Everyone is winging it, even those who look like they have it together. It's all a village dance. You paint up your faces. We accentuate our cocks. We pound our feet and show our teeth. We circle, scream and squeel with an animalistic zeal. Dancing for our sex. Dancing for our fear. Dancing for expression. Dancing and never knowing why. All the while the phrase haunts me: 'Man is born to trouble as surely as the sparks fly upward." What a messy business being alive is.
Here is an artful oversimplification of an answer:
Two half people who seek out eachother is really one person at odds with itself. The split goes deeper than sight or sound. The fissure is in our minds. Two sides, bonded by flesh, severed by design. Two dreams whispering, one to the other. Altering the path obscured in the mists of spirited echoing caves. Behind the glimmer of an eye lies waves of electric light and resonance; singing our soul. Neither side knows the other, or why it speaks. It sees the world in shapes and feelings. The other in numbers and names. The two must become one.
When the two are one, then the one may seek successfully. To know thyself is the key. Ask, "What do you seek?"
You must first have an answer. The rest will come.
Life, love, people ... The greatest of minds have grappled with this for centuries. Don't kick yourself if you don't figure it out.
Human beings have only been human beings for 200,000 years give or take 50,000. Before that we couldn't speak with words. After, we wandered the world in search of food, mates, shelter, and meaning. Civilization didn't take root untill we figured out how to farm and herd, 10,000 years ago. Then we started to have time to think about the human condition. Populations rooted themselves, groups gathered in numbers never before known to our kind. Culture began to flourish. We had found a new way to evolve. We've streamlined the process. It's only going to get faster. The truths we cling to will be ripped from our hands in the whirlwind of change. New truths will replace them and then those too will be uprooted. We think Love is an eternal truth. Maybe it's nothing at all. Maybe it's the only thing. No one truly knows. Everyone is winging it, even those who look like they have it together. It's all a village dance. You paint up your faces. We accentuate our cocks. We pound our feet and show our teeth. We circle, scream and squeel with an animalistic zeal. Dancing for our sex. Dancing for our fear. Dancing for expression. Dancing and never knowing why. All the while the phrase haunts me: 'Man is born to trouble as surely as the sparks fly upward." What a messy business being alive is.
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What a messy business indeed.
How have you been?
Lets hope it's not H1N1, though even that won't be as bad as the strep you had.
This weekend seems to be a work filled one across the country. My friends back in CA are swamped, and I've got 2 midterms next week as well