The illusion we all buy into.  This transition, this passage, this journey... Countless decisions, actions, reactions, dreams, realities, consequences and reward.  It's all part of the tapestry which we cannot see from a single stitch.  Opportunity cost and surface area.  An inception within reality.  That which is experienced cannot be confirmed or denied.  Our personal deity does not confirm or deny - only witnesses and denotes.  However these moments define our time.  All stumbling to our pre-determined destiny.  Connect the dots along the way.  A wise man once said, "it will not always be like this"  Take it as you will...

Now we re-visit this blog.  Long time, no speak... etc, etc, etc.  For all the that time has past.  The experiences, the beautiful moments, the inner pain and loss, torn between what is expected and the reality of our existence.  Driving through the emotional wreckage of love, loss, happiness and sorrow.  This chance encounter changes everything or was it fate, the random or destiny (at the expense of being redundant) - which in effect represents all of human existence.  The methods we replicate.  The core scenarios are morally irrelevant.  The ends justify the means or is the end, the end? my beautiful friend?  Life feeds on life.  Everyone rushing around.  Distracted, impacted by an endless onslaught of "facts" force fed by an oracle with an agenda.  Are we all casa tabula rosa?  Or imprinted with the blood of cain?  Anyone who tells you the duality of man is a fallacy is either naive or a liar.  Do you realize the fragility of your own existence?  Do you realize what is right and wrong?  How many wrong decisions have been justified?   Lying to yourself does a disservice to your soul.  That part that is within the flesh but only for a time and waiting for the time when it will be free of the physical dimension.  Imagine being an ethereal being trapped in a physical being.  Sitting there with omnipotent knowledge but trapped in a carbon based terminal being that is oblivious or marginally conscious of your presence?  What would you do if all you can do is try to push relevant information into this being's consciousness?  The impenetrable barrier betwixt the physical and ethereal.  Or can we realize our stories (lives) seem to be written reverse and we only become marginally aware of this quasi-symbiotic reality through a glancing view into something we can never clearly define?

Release...

I see the world
Feel the chill
Which way to go
Windowsill
I see the words
On a rocking horse of time
I see the birds in the rain

Oh dear dad
Can you see me now
I am myself
Like you somehow
I'll ride the wave
Where it takes me
I'll hold the pain
Release me

Oh dear dad
Can you see me now
I am myself
Like you somehow
I'll wait up in the dark
For you to speak to me
I'll open up
Release me
Release me
Release me
Release me

Time to re-visit, re-animate, revere...

Bill Hicks on Advertising and Marketing

"By the way, if anyone here is in advertising or marketing, kill yourself. Thank you, thank you. Just a little thought. I'm just trying to plant seeds. Maybe one day they'll take root. I don't know. You try. You do what you can. Kill yourselves. Seriously though, if you are, do. No really, there's no rationalization for what you do, and you are Satan's little helpers, OK? Kill yourselves, seriously. You're the ruiner of all things good. Seriously, no, this is not a joke. "There's gonna be a joke coming..." There's no fucking joke coming, you are Satan's spawn, filling the world with bile and garbage, you are fucked and you are fucking us, kill yourselves, it's the only way to save your fucking soul. Kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself now. Now, back to the show.

"You know what Bill's doing now, he's going for the righteous indignation dollar, that's a big dollar, a lot of people are feeling that indignation, we've done research, huge market. He's doing a good thing." Godammit, I'm not doing that, you scumbags, quit putting a godamn dollar sign on every fucking thing on this planet!"

Always happy, always relevant - RIP Bill...

Simple Things

Yes I've run a mile in my head
Didn't listen to the things that you said
But it's the simple things that make you smile
It's the simple things that make you smile

So what went wrong?
Was it me that let you down again?
So what went wrong?
How could I ever lose my best friend?

Cause I've climbed these walls to clear my head
Thought I was something more but I'm a fool instead
But it's the simple things that make you smile
It's the simple things that make you smile

So what went wrong?
Was it me that let you down again?
So what went wrong?
How could I ever lose my best friend?

So what went wrong?
Was it me that let you down again?
So what went wrong?
How could I ever lose my best friend?

But it's the simple things
It's the simple things that make you smile
It's the simple things
It's the simple things that make you smile

But it's the simple things
It's the simple things that make you smile
It's the simple things
It's the simple things that make you smile

We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teacher leave them kids alone
Hey teacher leave them kids alone

All in all you're just another brick in the wall
All in all you're just another brick in the wall
In the Wall

Revelations from the late, great Bill Hicks

...The world is like a ride in an amusement park. And when you choose to go on it, you think it's real because that's how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it's very brightly coloured and it's very loud and it's fun, for a while. Some people have been on the ride for a long time and they begin to question, is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, "hey - don't worry, don't be afraid, ever, because, this is just a ride..."

And we... kill those people.

Ha ha

"Shut him up."

"We have a lot invested in this ride. Shut him up. Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account and my family. This just has to be real."

Just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok. But it doesn't matter because: It's just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It's only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one. Here's what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money that we spend on weapons and defences each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace.