FEB.19 Kaleidoscope

FEB. 19.2007
Ah the patterns the human mind chooses to identify
The minutest of details might be noticed for those oddities that catch our attention
All the while we miss the largest gorillas of moments and the elephants of importance

Where is it that this chaos around us comes from?
We filter
select
choose

What we want to believe
to see
to hear

Our worlds are such distortions of reality
Yet we have the ability to

stop
time

and experience moments of complete nirvanic understanding

Even with time moving, we pile little pieces of knowledge

on top of the
pieces already documented,
creating a deep,
colorful, complex
kaleidoscope of swirling, ever-changing,
geometrically complex
pile of pick-up-sticks

Each layer deeply embedded and completely supported by those beneath


Is this a chaotic, entropic movement towards the same moments of nirvanic understanding?
A collective, mechanistic movement…

I like to think that I am experiencing things counter to the chaos

But perhaps my moments make me better able to contribute to collective understanding
To the multi-dimensional stained glass society is building at a gross rate
Thrusting us further into chaos
Moving us one step closer to inspired, blissful understanding

FEB.8 Elite

We all have unique things to offer this world, but some people are just more superior than others.

Am I an elitist?

Life isn't always fair
It wasn't made to be fair

Darwin one point "O" has become obsolete
Progressive policy
Technological advancement

Utopic theoretical hyperbole presents warm fuzzy concepts;
Equality
Human empathetic response


"Save the children."


Some people just weren't meant to be
They defy natural selection
They are weaker
They are unfit
Their keep is greater than their worth

They defy selection because we defy nature
We've made equality a priority;
Ignored animalistic responses to life and death
Rerouted circuitry to value compassion
To love

To love is to believe
....and to believe.....

.... is to be human....


To be human is to know that life isn't fair and to try to do something about it

FEB.1 Belief

What an interesting song. So hauntingly beautiful and true! I recently finished watching part of Season Six of West Wing where Bartlet is convinced that he can reach a peace deal between the Palestinian and Iranian leaders. How beliefs can lead us to hold so much anger, hatred and hostility towards others is incredible. In March I'm going on an interfaith trip at the chapel to Turkey. The purpose is of course to learn about the historical religious tension of the middle east and to enter into meaningful dialog with others about matters of spirituality and religion. It's such a large messy, mess that I have really not wanted to think about it. Beyond what John Mayer identifies, what is the point of thinking about it? There really isn't much of one. Once you've come to the realization that it is all quite pointless, we can't do much more other than listen and learn solely for the purpose of satisfying curiosity. We can each solve world peace on our own time alone in our thoughts, or in the lyrics of a song, but can we ever move beyond the imagining and conjuring of our mind?

John Mayer; "Belief"

Is there anyone who ever remembers
changing their mind from the paint on a sign
Is there anyone who really recalls ever breaking rank
at all for something someone yelled really loud sometime

Everyone believes in how they think it ought to be
Everyone believes and they’re not going easily

Belief is a beautiful armor
It makes for the heaviest sword
Like punching under water
you never can hit who you’re tryin’ for

Some need the exhibition
Some have to know they tried
It’s the chemical weapon
for the war that’s raging on inside

Everyone believes from emptiness to everything
Everyone believes and no one’s going quietly

We’re never going to win the world
We’re never going to stop the war
We’re never going to beat this if belief is what we’re fighting for

What does a hundred thousand children in the sand?
Belief can
Belief can
What puts a folded flag inside his mother’s hand?
Belief can
Belief can