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?
