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)
Life is a word. It also is a way of life… to live, to let live.
Latin words; vita- life.
Love is a word. It also is a way of life… to love, to let love.
Today, a telephone call where a person asked for Vivian. Vivian is a derivative and rooted word meaning, life.
The voice on the telephone was alive with tone and impish in presentation. Imagine, calling a monster and asking for life…
Stranger things have occurred and it is nice to see such life all around. Even had a bird land and sit in my hair on my head today. Now that is living!
As for Vivian, wherever you are, live good, live long.
Taste is truly a wonderful (insert any positive adjective)
To taste indeed is to live and today was a good day to live. To such, it was a hot day, a sawmill day.
Took time to taste the sights and sun. To play with clouds and breeze. Even the insects tasted good.
Everything has taste. The Winds, God, people, rivers, mountains, rocks, plants… everything has taste, sound, spirit.
Even love has taste and for some it tastes bittersweet.
Don’t know about you but if you’re human, and if you’re male, you know that women taste wonderful and awful, sometimes at the same time.
Interesting how it all is related. Food. Emotions. Environment. Spirit. Soul. God.
Thankfully though, the Winds are neutral with snippets of bias. Nothing can contain or control the winds, even God has trouble dealing with what has the whims of free will at its disposal, and dispose it does.
How does taste work? Olfactory sensation or spiritual inspiration?
I say, raise a toast to taste!
It is what make life worth living.
In a world where there are four corner’s
In a space of confined three dimension’s
Two people
one mind
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Look to the sky and see the three-forks, all over, everywhere
its time of Universal eternity
and so simple
on
one
hand…
Cottonwood tree’s are a wonderful tree. They are vibrant green and grow to great stature. Their wood can be turned into lumber that is excellent for decking material on lowboys. Lumber that is tough and spongy. Though, as building material, it can be a bit hard to work with.
Today, coming back from grading for 14 hours, the setting sun highlighted a majestic specimen of cottonwood. The name for the tree comes from the seeds they release in the Spring. A small, tiny seed contained inside a puffy ball of ‘cotton’.
As the sun was set to set behind the hills, the still air was full of floating cotton. The way the light highlighted the cotton and tree, along with the many wild rose bushes… Truly wonderful and the best thing to happen today.
Of course, inspirational as only inspiration can be.
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Floating army of what contains no potential for violence
No hate or angry
Nothing sinister or mean.
Adrift and flowing with only a slight breeze
Enough to give a perceived movent
to something so light.
So vast in space around the tree
Stretching out to the horizon before and after me
Reaching out to the closest
and then remembering the seed is on a journey
Smiling in the midst of an army
as they all floated away.
One bead follows another only
a play on words,
stranded.
Beady eyes to draw a bead
upon beady eyes
prey or hunter?
Through the looking glass
wearing strands of beads
wearing beady eyes
to look upon beady eyes…
Both the hunted and the hunter.
Robin Lipinski 