What can anyone say to the mysteries of life? We plan it one way, and it ends up another. Though we try with all our might to make a different path.
But who can know?
What will happen, when your foot steps out of that door, past that threshold?
No one knows.
And besides, the ultimate end is death anyway.
Who has ever escaped that?
I’m going to ignore the religious based comments on this one, because… Well, that’s quite frankly a quagmire.
To be happy.
The attempt to be such while being responsible and of a mind to take ownership of one’s own antics.
But getting caught up in pride, and ego, that’s no way to do it either.
The trick is to find the middle ground, between vanity and humility. But how do you accomplish this with a thin skin?
And if you developed a thick skin, then wouldn’t you also be adding to the woes of the world?
So, many questions.
So many answers to even more questions.
Oh, there is that feeling.
When one believes in himself or some external force.
It’s when the group think kicks in the midst that it becomes a hassle to the rest of us.
Why is that?
When did this begin among humanity?
What I am meaning to ask is when that incorporated neurosis became a part of the human protocol of communication with one another?
The world is burning around me and I’m seeking happiness?
What … Is there something wrong with this picture?
Who’s to say?
Who’s to determine the single world direction of human kind?
There can only be war to homeostasis.
If nothing else a war of wills until if/when we evolve.
So many factors may offer hurdles preventing us from achieving that potential.
Factors geographic and meteorological come to mind initially.
Mankind has to determine what we want.
Do we want Beethoven or Mozart?
Do we want traditional music, or electronic?
Electronic music would make sense, wouldn’t it? We generate product of decadence with the materials we have conquered as a species, as a civilization. When we conquered rock and stone, our instruments were rock and stone. When we conquered wind and air our instruments were made of wind and air. Now that we have conquered the binary, in a sense, our instruments would fall onto an electronic/computer based material base.
Fear always comes to mind. It is such a tool, in both the good sense and the bad. For the good, it teaches us to be wary of potential foes – if we are fortunate – and for the bad it can lead to delusional thinking and paranoia.
Again, finding the middle ground between the two seems the only logical decision at this time.
The world has caught up to me. What I used to write about in my comic books when I was a boy, at least the gadgetry, has come to roost, the bad leadership across the board, a good many of it.
I am a bit disappointed however that there are not (flying) cars en masse as the Jetson’s promised. There are some, just not on the mass market. And in even deeper introspection regarding my desire to see flying cars, I must ask myself if whether or not the future where human kind was not as distracted to handle flying cars en masse was a part of that futuristic wish.
One would hope that it would have been.
Because as it is now, I don’t think anyone would want their personal residences, places where they sleep, in the potential risk range of a drunken flying car driver or one texting his girlfriend to come crashing through their living rooms.
I personally think the only reason why they aren’t in production on the same level as the automobile is because the military, for a whole host of reasons, wouldn’t ever sign off on them.
Most of those reasons valid.
I guess there could be zones where they could be permitted, but would there be any air traffic control involved?
How would that even work?
First World question: Is life so much a pain all the time? Or is it our perceptions of it? Is ambition a bad thing?
There is a Buddhist saying that desire is the cause of all suffering.
Draeko ~ try being as much as you are thinking