Interview With a Spider

“Hello.”

“What? you can talk?” A very surprised red spider exclaimed.

“Of course. Your name is Fred. You are a bit weird for a spider but you have been kind to flowers lately.”

(as an inside scoop, Fred is indeed a red spider and recently inhaled some dry lavender; complimenting the flower with immense respect)

“How did you know? Who are you?”

“Me? well, I’m merely a voice from the wind. Here, let me help you fly as you spin your web.”

Daily writing prompt
Interview someone — a friend, another blogger, your mother, the mailman — and write a post based on their responses.

Which One?

i am much more than one, much, much more.

not better or worse

and the feelings?

Think all. Every feeling you are feeling, and you, and you and you, you, you, they, them, those, everyone…

To feel an evil so powerful just the thoughts can destroy a world.

To feel a joy so pure and peaceful, it can create life.

There are no hidden thoughts, feelings, moments, time, life, death for me.

Now, you might be feeling that this is bullshit right now? i too feel that.

You might feel this is profound wisdom? i feel that.

As for one teeny tiny part of what I am allowed to feel…

Full. The eggs benedict for dinner was a success. As for watching the new Project Runway episode, it makes me feel nauseated.

Daily writing prompt
How are you feeling right now?

Those that hate God

and those especially that hate

and those who despise Catholics,

they/those/them must be giddy with excitement about the slaughter of two children during the celebration of a mass (church service for those not knowing what mass is)

Abortion is legal and millions of babies are slaughtered while those that hate smile and act so proud.

Why write this shit?

Because I pay WordPress for the means of expressing whatever the fuck it is I want to express.

Humans are evil with some showing brief moments of hope for humanity.

And what really is evil is when one christian group, lets say, seven day adventists and just about every other organized and unorganized religion hate Catholics.

Hate

Hate

Hate

and yet…

Ironically, all those haters think they will find love…

amazing.

Romans 12:19 is a fitting passage as I am unable to act on my anger, I and i have found love and Love…

But for now I plan on bitching about it until this body turns to dust.

A kid is a baby goat

as for being a child and watching television, I grew up without television. So the big screen was plowing fields and farming from the age of 8. 1-7 involved work but back then work was play.

driving tractors. fishing in the creek. riding horses. driving mother crazy. making dad smile.

a child in America those many years ago was a giant screen of colorful wonder, excitement, learning and joy. it also was an era that when I willfully fucked up I would get a sounding and impactful whack on the noggin which is far better than any television show today.

Daily writing prompt
What TV shows did you watch as a kid?

A what moment?

Thing?

“Thing.”

Thing!

Fuck thing. Screw “Thing”. Thing is nothing to cause excitement, to cause the heart rate to increase. Thing(s) is the bastard child to the mother of Stuff or the worship of material.

Excitement is not a thing, excitement is a blue ribbon prize for enjoying moments as early as now to the memory of when you were born.

The birth of Life was/is/and always be the most exciting ‘thing’ for one like me.

You may see me, death, as a horrible thing but it is me writing about being excited,

Death.

Sitting at the table along with Life, and let me tell you what…

That is…

very

very

exciting indeed.

Easy. I would enhance the optic output to proportion of retinal enhancement.

Then to store to the matrix in a main frame named, Bob.

If A.I. approves the the cubicle change then the programs will attain a next level status

of being alive.

What???

“What motivates you?”

The short answer: No.

What does not motivate me, in fact just hearing the word, what, makes my brain hurt.

I mean, do you understand just how fucked up language is?

“What motivates you?” What kind of fucked up question is that?

What? That is not a question, that is just that, that…

AndAndAnd…

Shit.

That really is a question and I guess you can say I’m motivated by what.

(disclaimer: writing while staring at some of the best beauty on this planet can alter persceptions)

Daily writing prompt
What motivates you?

A Sniper in Ukraine

Just read about a sniper killing a ‘target’ far far away.

What is worse? Calling a living being a target? Killing a target?

It is no mystery as to why humans embrace killing. They have too. They have to kill to defend, advance, survive. No matter what society, what moment or timeline. Humans have to kill.

Even the body of a human kills itself. It ages, decays, and parts of the body feeds upon other parts of the body.

No, it is no mystery as to why humans kill. They have too. But. (but, but, but, I hate the word but. it is a cop out, an easy way to transition to what really needs to be said without all the other bullshit. so, no ‘but’)

Humans have to kill AND they must learn to respect that of what they kill…

Respect. Honor. Revere.

Did the sniper respect or honor the target destroyed? Or did the sniper smile and with a gluttonous ambition seek more targets? A never ending appetite for death.

Hunters who take the life of game to feed themselves, family, or others AND give respect for that which succumbed to the actions taken, they understand what is written.

Respect. What do humans respect?

More importantly though, humans advanced in age to be called old often make a transition from embracing killing to respecting that which is killed. Progress? Hope? Maybe.

It is the children though which amaze me. To watch a child tear the legs off a spider for no other reason than to enjoy doing it, this is the scary part for the observer. Why?

Why would a child kill a harmless bird with a BB gun just to watch a bird die?

Is it training for future killing? Is it hardwired into the young human brain?

Lately to watch the youth partake and greatly enjoy bloody video games.

I once watched two eight year old boys laugh and giggle as they killed policemen and old ladies in a video game. Were they future snipers for a military? Maybe they were grooming themselves to be abortion doctors or men who impregnate women and then demand death for the child?

Lots to debate and think about and yet again, not really. Humans by nature are true highly evolved killers of everything from themselves to entire planets.

Now IF more humans could come to respect that of which they destroy then at least killing could be done with some form of dignity. Maybe even reach the point where alternative actions could be taken to save life instead of life being labeled, ‘target’.

I wonder

When was there the first thought?

A thought

A word maybe? Or did the thought become a word when there were no words?

In the beginning there was the word and that word was good.

Why now do words hurt?

Why do words cause pain and misery?

So many questions and even the logic of how can the word, the thought, a good word now be compromised.

…

Not philosophy as philosophy is a lot of words good or bad.

Not God as God’s word is always good.

Not Evil as Evil’s word is always bad.

***

Do you know when there was a first thought?

Can you define your’ yes’ if you know? And if so, what words would you use?

Good?

Bad?

***

I wonder and in wonder comes thoughts, thoughts filled with memories and experiences.

Thoughts beautiful and even the beauty of birth there is beauty in holocaust.

Why? How again can good become bad?

Massive horror is in such the thought…

the original thought so pure, so good,

and now

my answer.

***

i cannot answer your question as you wonder, as I wonder, i can only think and remember the very first thought…

in the beginning the first thought was always there, always is, and always will be

in this is a cornerstone to existence.