Is it absurd to believe in unbelievable things?
To believe in things with wings and teeth with ancient knowledge in their eyes.
We've heard the things that go bump in the night and we've told ourselves fantasies that they are just the wind, just a cat, not a troll. Not an enormous evil green thing with rows of sharp teeth, not a mischevious pixie, not a wise satyr. We tell ourselves these little things to keep us in a reality we can observe, we live so superficially and yet...
We believe in men in the clouds that could influence our days but don't. In twelve armed women and elephants. We believe in souls - a spiritual organ - and faith - truth without proof - and yet we dismiss these other things as childhood stories, as things that we tell our kids to grow their imagination before we kill that imagination dead in the shooting range of highschool
And you replace the stories of fairies, of trolls of princes of bravery of life lessons with stories of gods and promises and men with beards and disobedience as the first sin and places we may go if we die. Religion replaces fantasy but should it?
Is god better for us than a hero?
where is the value in hell?
What is the point of waiting for death to appear for paradise to happen?
Can joy not exist here on Earth? On the wide wide globe with its many festive cultures and its scenery and its life.
Even now as the greenhouse gets gased and the mysterious oceans rise up to swallow us is there beauty in the world.
Gaia is still the prettiest woman alive and she is alive. But not alive in our personal bubble.
I sometimes think that when a man is disgruntled with his job and his life, with the decisions he made and the city in which he sleeps and Al Gore appears asking for him to save this world that he really doesn't care. That secretly he is thinking "let it burn! Let the world die, I don't want it." Maybe if he had seen the world he would know differently. Maybe if he broke away from his concrete swathe of habitat he would care more. Maybe men shouldn't be allowed to live in the place they were born. Maybe we are nomads. I know we are nomads
And I know mother Earth has secrets she will not share. In the shadows and the moonlight there are things that lurk, that crawl that prance. The world is magical still.
We are just too old, we have lost the clarity of childhood. Living has been replaced with surviving. We go to school we work and we die. Slowly, ever so slowly just crumbling away in death's eternal circle. So maybe I do believe in magic. Believing in magic is believing that we are naive Naivity is childhood and childhood is where we belong
Tuesday 16 October 2012
Step away from the complaints desk please
Why must we always find so many flaws with everyone else, With everything else; why can't we live in peace?
It starts in school with right and wrong. We're taught life in black and white as if life is a series of two way crossroads and one of them is right. We become obsessed with the idea of making the right choice and never ponder what we left behind.
When we do it's because we've hit a dead end, when something has knocked us back. When evidence presents itself that we have made the wrong choice, that is when we begin to reconsider. There is no right and wrong. There is no black and white. I believe I was once called wrong by saying they are colours. We're so scared of being wrong, terrified to the point of utter violence. Some wars are fought about religion, some about political standing or wealth but what they all have in common is that both sides believe against believe that they were correct and would rather die than have that sacred belief stolen from them. Often they die for what the other team believes in.
When I argue with people I attack their facts and the way they react you'd think I just compared their mother to the metaphorical representation of the city of Babylon in Revelations. People love a sense of right and hate a sense of wrong, it's what makes us human. It comes through in our rules and codes of conduct. I can see it in the pictures teenage girls plaster their facebook walls with. Pictures of how men should behave toward them. They have very strict expectations it seems. If you don't follow them then you might find that your woman has been wronged. Isn't it poetic? The worst thing you can do to a women shares a root word with having an incorrect opinion of things. Strange that I've never seen a man make a picture like that. Why do men not complain about the fickle way in which women behave. There are no pictures on the vast internet about how women can be vindictive and manipulative and cold and selfish. We all know it's true, it just doesn't bother us enough to complain. Women should not blame men for their problems, they should blame feminists. Thanks to feminists women no longer need our protection in this world, they can get along just fine by themselves.
You killed chivalry. You and your pickets and burning bras.
It's not just women. It's everyone. Politics, marketing, sport, clothing, gadgets, music. Every aspect of modern culture is centered on the fact that you are right and they are wrong. Atheism, for example, is a religion based solely on pointing out the flaws of other religions
It starts in school with right and wrong. We're taught life in black and white as if life is a series of two way crossroads and one of them is right. We become obsessed with the idea of making the right choice and never ponder what we left behind.
When we do it's because we've hit a dead end, when something has knocked us back. When evidence presents itself that we have made the wrong choice, that is when we begin to reconsider. There is no right and wrong. There is no black and white. I believe I was once called wrong by saying they are colours. We're so scared of being wrong, terrified to the point of utter violence. Some wars are fought about religion, some about political standing or wealth but what they all have in common is that both sides believe against believe that they were correct and would rather die than have that sacred belief stolen from them. Often they die for what the other team believes in.
When I argue with people I attack their facts and the way they react you'd think I just compared their mother to the metaphorical representation of the city of Babylon in Revelations. People love a sense of right and hate a sense of wrong, it's what makes us human. It comes through in our rules and codes of conduct. I can see it in the pictures teenage girls plaster their facebook walls with. Pictures of how men should behave toward them. They have very strict expectations it seems. If you don't follow them then you might find that your woman has been wronged. Isn't it poetic? The worst thing you can do to a women shares a root word with having an incorrect opinion of things. Strange that I've never seen a man make a picture like that. Why do men not complain about the fickle way in which women behave. There are no pictures on the vast internet about how women can be vindictive and manipulative and cold and selfish. We all know it's true, it just doesn't bother us enough to complain. Women should not blame men for their problems, they should blame feminists. Thanks to feminists women no longer need our protection in this world, they can get along just fine by themselves.
You killed chivalry. You and your pickets and burning bras.
It's not just women. It's everyone. Politics, marketing, sport, clothing, gadgets, music. Every aspect of modern culture is centered on the fact that you are right and they are wrong. Atheism, for example, is a religion based solely on pointing out the flaws of other religions
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