Archive for September, 2006

Truth

Saturday, September 30th, 2006

Reality.

Being.

All seeing.

All feeling.

The problem, as is with the problem with all beer (Young Einstein) is that it lacks bubbles.

I really am convinced that there is something existing that exists outside us all, within us all as well, that exists without permission, without apology, without influence from, without question.

This is truth.

Not unlike a tree in the forest.

The forest is often used in metaphor, and I can see why.

There is in a forest a calm, peaceful, steady, unyielding, unforgiving, incorruptible being so I like trees as an example of truth.

They just exist, whether or not I choose to see them, am capable of seeing them, or define and rationalize them. They are there anyway.

Truth exists, with or without an observer.

So, Insanity, the truth is that you can accept the truth or not but it doesn’t change to suit your mood.

Be True

Meaning

Saturday, September 30th, 2006

Well meaning. No meaning. Nothing has meaning.

The meaning of life.

Sounds like a broken record, an old analog recording done on a wire spool and played back through ancient equipment repeating over and over. Meaning is subjective, inherently personal, non-existent without a consciousness to create meaning.

Let go of this strange attachment to feeling that there is something more than that and you are free.

Be free.

Things Are Rarely Right

Sunday, September 24th, 2006

A Whole New Perspective.

Devin has one. Nice.

Petroleum

Sunday, September 24th, 2006

Well this isn’t really a white paper.

In fact, I really shouldn’t have a white paper section cause I am technically very organic which means I am not about to discourse on science and engineering.

But I did want to say a very small bit about petroleum.

Most of us don’t realize that this incredible carbon chain is not dinosaurs but organic matter compressed in the correct conditions and then locked into the correct strata at the correct depth in the correct kind of rocks to become a semi-liquid or liquid greasy black stinky substance that can be made into just about anything.

We just fill up and bitch about the cost and then some of us lament our dependence on “foreign oil”.

The answer is to stop burning petroleum and start finding solutions outside the petro paradigm.

All of us should learn more.

Thinking Out Loud

Saturday, September 23rd, 2006

I was thinking out loud. Talking to myself. The Band.

Well, I am beginning to wonder if anyone is really copping to the concepts and truths discussed here, other than Yianni.

This isn’t meant to be provocative but rather a journey to a place over there by the trees that grow in the shade shading the pond containing small fish that have no awareness and don’t think about anything.

Algae may produce oil and save us from petroleum woes but what you won’t be able to see if you can’t free yourself from perspectives of limitation and resistance to openness is that we are all really rather small and life goes on within you and without you. George Harrison’s greatest tune if you ask me. Bored me to tears for years until I listened to the lyrics.

So why not talk to yourself?

Cause its nuts.

Attachment

Friday, September 22nd, 2006

How can we not be attached? After all, we are only human. Van Morrison

You’re just a human, a victim of the insane. John Lennon

Wellp, actually, we can not be attached but that is one heck of a difficult place to be in a society built on stereotypes, intolerance and religion.

This is also a tough place to be in a society based on freedom, tolerance and justice.

So we are all attached in some manner to something. What do I hold dear? What do you hold dear?

Not as easy a question as apparent. Not so simple to answer. What do you want from life? The Tubes

Why even talk about attachment? Why not?

The underpinnings of attachment are our old favorite, values. Values come from subjective point of view pre-seasoned with genetics and environment.

Unattach yourself.

Loyalty

Thursday, September 21st, 2006

Royalty. The term comes from payment to the king. Got nothing to do with the post but rhymes.

Thinking about perspective and values now, and again. Seems like thats the topic of this diary. Nothing has meaning without point of view and then all I talk about is point of view. Cool.

So Loyalty is kind of like blind faith. Believing in someone, or something, standing up for them or that, backing up, supporting without question.

Now you can’t be loyal without point of view either, cause those without any preference, or care, cannot find themselves in a position to back a position or a person, really or genuinely. These thoughts are present but difficult to relate. Almost like images and feelings behind the eyes and speaking or writing them doesn’t communicate fully the meaning, or lack thereof.

So the loyal party sets aside potentially conflicting values to support this person or cause unconditionally, many times at their own peril.

Like the chain of command in any military situation where one is presumed to act without question and with loyalty when commanded by higher authority.

True loyalty is rare, good or bad.

When times get tough you want loyal friends and family at your back.

I got your back.

Money For Rope

Wednesday, September 20th, 2006

You know I always loved that line from John Lennon’s Gimme Some Truth.

The idea of burning a fatty and then hanging yourself is definitely thought provoking but what got me was the bringing of money and corruption to drugs and suicide in a way that was freaking hilarious and as always open to interpretation.

Money corrupts. . . and can provide very useful rope.

All I want is the truth.

Answers

Friday, September 15th, 2006

Who’s got answers?

Who’s looking for answers?

The “I Know It All and You Can Learn It for a Small Fee Foundation” does.

And membership is reasonable.

Get over it fools.

Aboriginal Somewhere

Monday, September 11th, 2006

Every human on this earth originates somewhere.

The question is when? Apparently, if your culture was recently overthrown by an invading culture then you become aboriginal and they become occupiers.

I bring this up because I’ve been thinking about myself, my favorite topic.

My parents are both US Citizens, one blue blood going back to the beginning of the invasion, one the son of immigrant Greek folks who came over just after the turn of the 20th century.

So I am a native American. Born in Redwood City CA USA. But I am not aboriginal with evidence. The Penobscot blood can’t be proven. But I could say I am aboriginal to Greece probably.

When does the merging of two cultures blur to the point that we no longer distinguish between the invaders and the original, at least recently, inhabitants?

We are all original human beings.