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I’m not Good at Blogging.

Imagine deep within your soul you want to give gifts to the world..but then life happens and you get tired.

Imagine having the passion of a Content Creator but not knowing how to put your thoughts into words.

What am I protecting? Is this modesty.. its own form of honesty?

In order to be a popular platform poster you need to “post every day” or at least a few times a week.

Ah

That might not work then.

Where is the passion I’m looking for? Where is the spirituality I once had or the zeal for living life as if this life is a rare commodity?

How do I take life for granted so much? How do I lounge in carefree boredom narcolepsy or not? Am I pregaming my midlife crises, getting ready for it, double fisting it?

Seems like a me thing to schedule such a thing rather than to be surprised by it.

Well why on earth am I surprised that there’s no element of surprise when I feel like I already know what the book of my life is about..like God and I deliberated and threw the book at me?

Sometimes I feel like I have some crystal ball or a blueprint to my life in my subconscious mind. I don’t want to see it. I don’t want the left hand to know what the right hand is doing. I’m tired of it. I’m tired of watching my movie from the outside.

Life and the enjoyment of life seems rather to be that the eyes and the ears and the nose would hear, see and smell what is here or at least whatever senses we have available to us. So strange that even Spiritual Doctors have remarked on sense “All knowledge comes through the senses.” Good job St. Thomas Aquinas for being like the Doubting apostle in your search for faith. I feel that heartily.

So there is that darkness in the soul of understanding (nous) to wit my life gives reference that I keep remembering that I don’t know and I do know. Part of me know my spirit though living in my body and not separate has separate agencies, faculties and ‘abilities’. I find it hard to be a gnostic because I’m an earthen vessel and yet though trying not to be “too heavenly minded to be of any earthly good” I find myself trapped between worlds, like a ghost with a preternatural stain on the ink blot tests of the collective unconscious of this age.

In my heart I watch kingdoms rise and fall revolutions turn and the sun set many a year. The ages of time acquiesce to an Apocalyptic dance that never seems to end. All of this is beautiful and is a verdict to my and the worlds mortality. I hope that I can learn lessons of this knowing that “the spirit gives life and the flesh is of no avail.” so that perhaps life can come to my dry bones again.

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The People we Might Be.

 

I find it important to never quit learning. I often like to imagine the future and to imagine becoming proficient in a skill not generally associated with my public persona.

One such imagining is that of becoming a scientist.

I could see myself pouring obsessively, lost musing over medical mysteries and biological quandaries as my mind often obsessively does.

I could see myself as a mathematician pouring over formulae as if they were nature’s immutable song, an indivisible unifier to inherent non-divisible truths.

As a long time musician I have often dreamt of being a classical composer, of sharpening the higher faculties of my mind with the beautiful truth of song, expressing mathematical facts through the medium of tangible felt beauty.

Sometimes I imagine being a lawyer, an advocate, a public defender..knowing the law well so as to subvert it’s misuse by evil people in high places eager to destroy others life for a buck.
I imagine protecting the innocent against those who would use the law against ‘they’ who are innocently unknowing of their schemes and to condemn those falsely accused with unfair and unjust punishments.
I often imagine saving people through diligent study and erudition.

Sometimes I wonder about these things because I am sure that vocation isn’t the full description of who I am and yet I can’t help but think these desires of my soul describe some ineffable inner truth about myself.

What are some things you’ve dreamed about your life?

 

 

 

 

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My Make Trump Burger phase.

I made Trump a Burger. I added the extension to my Google Chrome. It made for a few laughs.  I don’t exactly remember where it was that I picked it up  online but with enough demand I will find it again and post it for your enjoyment. Essentially the extension takes all pictures of Donald Trump you find on the internet and replaces it with a picture of a juicy burger.

I removed the extension.

Don’t get me wrong, it was fun for a time but I got to thinking. 2016 was a year of losing many personal relationships. Many of them soured. Many disappeared and the idea of ‘relating’ anymore to these uninvited politicians on TV that were being beamed into my life via television or social media just tilted me to much radical apathy about the whole political system altogether. I broke up with them. We had a break up guys and it was pretty bad. It got me thinking. Of course I see nothing wrong with satire and hence I made Trump a Burger. Yes I did..

That’s all well and good of course but the hour is serious to me. I honestly don’t know a better way to say it other then this; If I disagree with the direction this country is going I want to be one who thinks more critically about whats happening ‘in it’ and not succumb to the intellectual malaise and lethargy that stems from lite jabs and (in my opinion), Trumpian below the belt insults. Satire sometimes dies quick. It might live on somehow, however trite in the collective consciousness but as something easily dismissed by every armchair philosopher of contrary opinion.

I don’t want my efforts to stand up for what I believe is right just to be glossed over permanently by a seeming inability to think critically about the here and now; nor do I want my contrariness to what is happening right now only to be dismissed as an immature lack of Right Wing Conservative indoctrination.  Like I said before, this doesn’t mean I discourage every one from making Trump a Burger if your just tired of seeing him painted all over your inter-webz news results, but as for me I don’t want to just be dismissed as a liberal, nor do I want the liberals to have that full satisfaction. Left and Right are one coin that I left in a coffer a long time ago. It’s straight ahead for this guy. I’m over my phase.

 

 

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