Monday, April 30, 2007

Death's Supermarket

Death moves among us, picking and choosing, whoever it may be. The most I can hope for is to challenge myself to live well and strong. To not be a burden or to conflict with anyone else's happiness. It is fleeting, this life, this time we have here.

More thoughts

The forever of tommorrow goes through the songs of today to find us here alone on a ship bound only for death. We are all on this ship, this Mother Earth and we must not separate ourselves from each other. It only leads to more alienation.
Accept them even though they do not accept you. My Golden Rule.

Daylight

I was going through an old journal last night and came across some aphorisms, some I wrote and some from others. At some point I am not sure which are which.

Every day holds a new opportunity to break the chains of normalcy.
When a mark of concern by a stranger is touched by genuine worth it seems to be a miracle.
A meeting of minds can be as intimate and intoxicating as a meeting of bodies.

Ruminations

The drought and fires continue in south Georgia and gardening seems almost futile.


Continuity as a paradox
Disparity is the norm while there runs a current of perception that continuity is true, in reality disparity is the true order of existence, a notion or perception (lie) by governing organizations tends to accept and portray this, as does mass media by confirming continuity. Only through disasters does the perceived continuity crack and reality is shown to be a disparate world.

Non-governed by rigidity, one can move in and out of and belong to more than one set.
What price freedom? No freedom.
How do we rationalize one moment of waiting, waiting to live.

Friday, March 23, 2007

The War

I attended a lecture by Robert Fisk last night for the second time. He confirmed my own thoughts and feelings about the USA's foreign policy. "There is no hope." The script from Bush at the start of the war was a rerun of the British invasion in 1917.
This also confirms my own philosophy that we must work where we are. An individual can accomplish much more by working on the local level to make a better world for future generations.

Thursday, March 22, 2007

Waking Up

My first sight when I opened my eyes this morning was the dogwood tree outside my windows. It is in full bloom and brought tears to my eyes.
I walked to the University last night and listened to Robert Fisk talk about war. It was really nothing I didn't already know or feel in my own gut. The world has changed forever.
The one thing that struck a note with me was his inference that the 120.000 mercenaries are there to insure that there will be no peace and the population of Iraq will continue to be decimated.
He also said it is not about oil, it is about power.
But, I will do what I did yesterday and maybe work a little harder today.

Thursday, March 15, 2007

World enough and time

When we were young it seemed we had all the time in the world. There was no need to rush and life was easy and safe (most of the time).
Now that we are old, time is running out. Our chance to leave a legacy is short. How can we correct the ills we have created? How can we right the wrongs we have done?
It is these questions that face us more than any other.