Many parents can relate to what happens when a child is spoiled. By spoiled I do not mean as if the meat of the child was turning rancid and rotting, but spoiled by  getting everything they ask for.

History is filled with what happens when an individual gets everything it wants. Society too. And the main action of getting everything wanted is, to hurt others around and stifle growth and creativity.

It is true that adversity builds character. It tests the mettle of the individual. Use whatever metaphor you desire: ‘For every door that closes, two open’ … ‘No pain, no gain’… ‘You reap what you sow’… Endless sayings, even proverbs, as to what experience by those of the past can share with those of the present or future.

Lately the news is filled with President Trump and his picking of the next Supreme Court Justice. How humorous to see those opposing Trump scream and cry, trying to express their opposition. And if Hillary were the president then the Republicans would be wearing the same faces and screaming and crying.

I love how people of great importance to the human condition in the past were perfect examples of what happens when not getting everything they want.

History if full of such people. Dr. Martin Luther King. He wanted peace and was killed in violence, thus his sacrifice brought about a peace of a different kind that is now a part of the human fiber.

Many people such as Saints, politicians, average people, even Jesus.

Imagine, a man many believe is the Son of God, wants/wanted love for the world of man. His actions lead by what he lived. Did he get what he wanted? Yes, and , no.

Because of Jesus, there is a huge following of people who try to emulate his teachings. And yet, as with Jesus, there are many killed for trying or wanting what Jesus wanted.

It is interesting, wanting something. To crave, desire, strive; it is a part of the human condition.

As to the next Judge taking their place on a very important part of the American legal system, I hope they do not give any political party everything ‘they’ want. I ””want””’ that they can wear the blindfold of justice and mete out rulings that are in the best interest of law, even if that law goes against what the judge wants inside their personal wants and beliefs as justice truly should be blind to bias of mankind.

But, as in all wanting of the impossible, it is nice to dream…

An ant was caught up in its wandering…wondering…not. And why? The chemical transitions of mundane, (as defined by those not ants) dictated the predictable journey of the ant… Yet, an ant was caught up in its wandering…wondering…not.

In a book many find inspiration from, the Holy Bible, the paradox, the metaphor, the story is presented to an ant caught up in its wandering…wondering…yet, not fully embraced or content (as defined by those not ants).

Each and every soul wanders…wondering…not. And why? Because it already knows the knowledge, the answer… so what is the problem? Answer: Nothing (as defined by those not ants)

An ant sought solace from family of familiar. The colony. The queen. The soldiers. The workers. The pile/hole called, home. Food. Comfort. Expansion. Journey. A trail for the ant to follow…wandering…wondering…not.

Do ants walk upon the surface of the water? Do ants circle the stars? What is it ants do? So much…yet so much nothing?

A view from side to side                                                                                                                          a view from back to front                                                                                                                      and these sensations of                                                                                                                          something…

Love.

Peace

Hate.

Evil.

War.

The soul knows all… so much so it is above an ants real understanding

And yet the ant clings to wandering… to wondering, about nothing.

A soul… ah yes… there is what an ant cannot truly embrace or understand. Only.

Snippets and pieces, much like an ant bringing wing or bit, to a puzzle of consumption. Parts leading to fullness, still, hollowed out hunger and need/desire.

Future has past, past has future, for ALL to wander…to wonder… to TRY in explainable failure…as God smiles.

God, the laughter in a Nova’s explosion. Such guffaw when a baby hummingbird first takes flight. A chortle concerning a whale devoured by disease. And yet, with human understanding, the conflicts become almost incomprehensible,  by the reprehensible, twisting trail so chosen by the ants to travel.

Clapping hands as soaring heights laughs the eagle. Burrowing worms turning rock into soil. Joyous expletives where shit poisons, where bullets tear flesh and familiar.

A cosmic comedy in play where an ant will be caught up in wandering… wondering… not.

Starking litmus off thesre wirds

No thin of unde\urs nding

and why?

with red comes the buss bull bills stead

always crazy e beuteeful life.

It is is it

Mirror/rorriM

Such the realm, the worlds within so many lives.

Words by themselves oftentimes have a beauty in themselves, some words do not.

Shit, is a word that is not beautiful in sound, feeling, or description. Now, cherries, just rings with harmony.

Today was a cherry picking evening. Four small tree’s produced two large ice chests full of cherries. It was a the best year yet for trees only five years old.

This evening was a good evening of beauty. The sun set was beautiful. The birds were beautiful, though angry at my presence picking cherries. The air was sweet. The crickets sound was wonderful.

The cherries were mostly ripe to over ripe, though some were under ripe. Best to pick all or risk losing them to the insects and birds.

Yes. Cherries, is a beautiful word. It was a beautiful evening. Definitely nothing shitty about it at all.

In a world of power and power of politics, China, Russia and the United States gets all the attention.

Nuclear weapons are the tools of the big dogs. Large populations of citizens are the power of the people. The dynamics of economy, military, resources, landmass… all such an important part of power, yet sometimes it is the little things that pass attention that should be paid attention to, the most.

Turkey. Not a large country nor a small country. Turkey is a very important country and soon it will have an election where a powerful little man will get re-elected. Erdogan.

No one reads this blog and of those that do probably have never heard of Erdogan. Most though have heard of the country, Turkey. Of course, soon, everyone will know of Erdogan, Turkey, and so much more.

Small countries, small people, so small yet so powerful. Powerful people often forget the small things. Small things can grow into large things.] more I’d like to say, but no one would believe which is good because i too am nothing, nothing but dust in the wind.

Awake in the morning

Asleep in the evening

Eat, drink, sleep, awake

Work, play, enjoy, pain, healthy, sick, learn, forget, anger, happy, evil, good, hate, love…

In a world of words only four things are needed to exist

Eat, drink, sleep, awake…

The rest are just distractions from death.

Currently watching Fox and CNN (for perspective, amazing how two networks see things so differently). CNN is giving much face time to Dennis Rodman and Fox is giving much face time to talking heads.

Can you believe that the North Korean ‘hater of America’ is actually shaking hands and meeting with the American  ‘make America great again’.

People hate Pres Trump. People hate Pres Obama. Bottom line: People hate. And can you blame people for hating? I mean, look at what happens when you try love. Love is very painful. Just ask Jesus who got crucified and killed for loving people. Or ask any man or woman who has fallen in love only to have the pain of reality set in. So, I suppose hate is an easy choice for many, even if it destroys that person.

Peace is an in-between between love and hate. Hate cannot control peace and peace is not love but gets along very well with love. I love peace. I hate hate.

Yes, watching Trump and Kim is inspiring. Not hopeful as I don’t believe in hope but definitely inspiring.

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To take a life is so easy, so fast, so final

To make a life is hard, so very hard and trying

Turn the other cheek, it has been said

An eye for an eye, said by others…

If stones, spears, bombs or bullets do not fly through the air even while the soldiers squint with anger in their eyes…

Could there be peace?

If handshakes, smiles, treaties, contracts are made with deceit laying in heart. Deception leading towards war…

Could there be peace?

If tears and pain; bloodied battlefield followed by famine, disease, death…Lamentations and screams…

Could there be peace?

(silence)

What is your answer?

Yes?

No?

The real answer is peace never disappears or is absent. It is everywhere we choose to see and be it.

Just got back from the latest Avengers movie. Absolutely amazing how special effects have become so real.

Imagine God’s sense of humor making your life and everyone else (s) life actually nothing more than one giant movie of special effects. You’re an actor, a participant, only you think your role in life is real…

People who suffer mental conditions, downs syndrome, autistic, any condition that the general herd does not… maybe it is they who know the truth? Maybe they see what is real while the rest rest securely with the make-believe they truly believe is real.

As for movies, remember some of the old movies from the year 1980 back? (age when computers were just starting to be ‘real’)

In the good ol days, people got scared by UFO ships looking like plates from a kitchen and suspended by strings. Or, monster movies where it was so obvious it was not real… but for the viewer, it seemed real enough to scare the heck out of them. Today, those same movies would put any modern day teenager to sleep.

Now, imagine the lives of people who lived 100 or more years ago. What would their role be today if they woke up to the present time? For sure, their acting skills would be very different.

So. You’re an actor. Playing the various roles you choose, or the role scripted and you accept as your own. Some of you should get an Academy Award, an Oscar. Some should look for a new line of work, maybe try the role of being an aardvark or sea cucumber.

“Think outside of the box,” it has often been said.

Boxes are interesting. Homeless people sleep in them. Children play in them. And so much is shipped in them.

Today, in an old Amazon box, I spotted an owl. Not a statue or toy, but a real, feathered, live owl.

How it got in the box is a story by itself. Or, simply stated, the owl was hit by a vehicle and while not completely dead, was picked up by a woman who took pity on the owl.

She placed it in the box.  Now why is that? Does the box from Amazon possess magical healing powers? Of course, the answer is no.

Later in the day I asked the owner of the property if they had seen the owl. He said, “No.”

He went to look and there was no owl. Interesting as his mind knew more than  it was saying vocally.

When I said the owl was alive when I saw it, he looked surprised.

And after work, the box and owl were gone.

He did state he does not like owls. He would like them all to be dead… Why? Because he says they kill his ducks…

So many stories within stories….

Bottom line: All life is precious. Ducks. Owls. Babies. People. Ants. Spiders. And and all life is precious. As such, all life deserves better that to be put into an empty Amazon box.

Ha!

Good and evil.

Here and there.

All a mind game of sincere.

What is the difference between good and evil? For humans: Not a damn thing.

Humans are born with the ability to be absolutely the cruelest, meanest, bastards in the universe…and yet, also change into being the absolute definition of a saint.

Look at yourself… Are you good? Are you evil? And how do you determine what answer to give to justify your position?

As a  monster, I know fully what i am… Of that, there is no doubt. But humans… Yikes! What a flaky species of, “Boo hoo, I’m gonna get even” or “Look at how good I am,” a mental game to fit whatever moment arrives or departs.

For a period of time going back to before there was even a thought of this planet, good and evil have existed.

Magic: Good? Evil? Well, ask an obese man with an eating disorder if a doughnut is good or evil…

Life: Good? Evil? Ha! People are so far from understanding even the simplest of things.

I found good and evil waay, wayyyy, wayyyyyy, before there was even a word for such.

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Humans are caught up in what they cannot understand fully and to justify their belief, they make up stories and wrap themselves fully.

There is and WILL never be such a thing as, rapture. Evil cares nothing for you. Good only cares for you. Which gives you the greatest pleasure?

God: It has been well proven that no matter what society in any time period going back to when there was a first living example of intellect… there has and always will be, a belief in a higher level of consciousness. Even the most hate filled human understands there is a difference…

Here. There. It does not matter.

So, what does matter?

Love.

LOVE.

Pure love is so far from definition between good and evil you might as well say, concrete and pretzels.

Sadly, very few can understand a thing I write. Good? Evil? It does not matter. Nothing really matters on this planet. It is after all, a playground for ignorance.

(can you tell your enemy you love them and truly mean it? Or, do you tell your love that you hate them and truly mean it? t-h-i-n-k about that for a few thousand years and ge4t back to me)