i can no longer see clearly...

The world is a vampire...biting into meeeee...yeah. The world is changing again. New Orleans and the southern Mississippi area are changing. The insurance companies are going to be throwing a lot of money into the region. People are looting. Riots are breaking out. Shootings have occurred. And hundreds (if not greater than 1000) of people have died and are floating in the water. America's society is broken on a small scale. Global warming is feeding the bowling alley of he Middle part of the North American Continent. Giants birds of wind run from the African deserts across the blue expanse taking aim to ravage the evildoers.

Maybe this is how mother nature plans to fight human excrement. Bitch isn't she? Where is the world now? Where is the international pain. Why does the US receive more punishment from nature than any other region every year? We have warped our nature. It is speaking back to us.

Sometimes this writing things works oddly...

so here is physics...

Today we have an idea of the world. And it exists in physics. A philosophic perception of existence painted in numbers and logic. A procession from mere visual idea through a simple viewing piece (not to look down upon the amazingly engineered eye...it is simple on a grander level) to the unequivocal description in the language that we all speak called math.

Today they are building a gigantic circle under the mountains in Europe within which they will collide tiny little things together and from this they will attempt to discern what creates matter and how gravity arises and maybe even jump us closer to controlling that elusive power source called fusion. ::Insert Note::cheap plug but she is harassing me on my English skills right now...jeebus..:: It does excite me in a simple way to see modern man slowly moving forward in our little game called evolution (and not the simple sense of evolution we humans like to apply toward ourselves...such egoists we are) but the evolution of the universe into what it is going to become...and when I saw universe I wish to include all things grander than these three dimensions that we exist in that was mot visibly formed by the big bang.

I may sound some flake off futurists extolling the virtues of a world unconcieved...but it isn't inconvievable it is here and we are getting very close to finding it. Grandeur expressions of hope you may say...but we will forever forward ourselves. We are marching ants pulling ourselves along...we need large things sometimes to understand the thoughts. And more likely than not our views are astray from the simplest of ideas leading us on an ever constant search for backs doors to the golden paradise of ideas. But we will find those and then the worlds, on a conceptual level will evolve for the race of human beings as we can only so simply conceive.

I sound like a minister singing the praises of Josannah when extolling the virtues of physics (I did that bullshit line on purpose just cus it sounded funny...  :-)~  but theoretical physics is a bit weird...and sometimes evangelical. Who can discredit the funny man who speaks of fitting 1000 million angels on the head of a pin when I argue the existence of untold dimensional hopping particles which when looked upon by the human eye change their very nature...i do find it sometimes hard to grasp.

Be well.
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"Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself.
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)"
- Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

lost capitalist idea...

The issue with Capitalism as we define it in today’s world is that we aren’t capitalist. A true capitalist would know to act in their best long term interest. Meaning, if a company were to aim for short term profit margins to appease the Wall Street investors but in order to do so they cut back on R&D then they will fail. Miserably so. Because they aren’t acting in their best interests. They are attempting to appease a group of people who truly don’t care about the business’ growth but care about the growth of their personal portfolio, which obviously will flow far away from said company long before it crashes…however said company is still stuck with the fact that they destroyed their once vibrant future in exchange for a short (quarterly) “gain” to boost their stock prices.

 

To act in one true self interest involves a great amount of forethought and hard work. To gain the largest market share is not necessarily in the company’s best interest…forcing out competition is not necessarily in a company’s best interest. Nor is having the highest profit margin at any particular point in time. Why do we not understand this most simple idea?

 

"Do I contradict myself?

Very well then, I contradict myself.

(I am large and contain multitudes.)"

Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

 

yes oh yes...

You see, I do have a concious. It is that it is fraught with issues...assoications which cross over each other and cause me to be confused. I see all of these people when they walk by me and I wonder what is going on in their head. Whether they are processing things going on around them or if they are lost in their own little existence...whether that existence is something real and amazing and what is in it. Sitting at the stop light focused solely upon the color...hoping for change...and then existence moved along to something else. Such a complicated little process when applied to all...sucha  confusing process when considering how to apply it to myself.

I question how much people think...relative to how much I think. I wonder if everyone is like me...or if I am like everyone else...does having a decent amount of itnelligence allow you to think about concepts and ideas that are simply beyond the thought process of another? Is there a grerater dimension to thought...

Sigh...I'm going back to work.

pink elephant

Never think of the pink elephant. Because there isn’t one. You just understand this. There just isn’t one. They aren’t really that interesting anyway. You could write about the pink elephants and never really get anywhere because it is a pink elephant that you are writing about.

A pink elephant dammit.

So why the hell would you stick your head in an oven? More likely than not because you couldn’t do anything but think about a damn pink elephant while you were writing.