Warmth, rangers, and putrefaction

4.12.04 The days are getting warmer, and activity fills my beating heart once again

A hint: nachos.

So go on home despite the drone of silver singing popes
Who remind of the odd yet smeltering thought:
"All that's past is smote."

For in memory the melody of thoughts repeated 'gain,
Intrude upon the treasured fun and crush the helping hand
Of life's secondary theme quite done filed manifold times ten,
The Mr. Fooks stood up and spoke "you can't go home again!"

Just a reminder of a simple thought concerning memories. As a friend has recently reminded me, never trust an image in your mind from your past, as your mind will repeatedly exaggerate the event that happened many moons ago until the event is something totally different. Today is your best day, because you are learning something from your past, and as you are learning, your mind applies the good things of today to the things of the past, only the past rings out in a different tune. Contrast at first seems very pleasing to the ear, but soon we realize that the contrast, when prolonged, becomes simply harsh and nerve-racking.

There are many reasons that a person might look back and wish for the past, wish that he could relive his childhood years. First, adults have many more responsibilities and less pleasure (that is, instantaneous pleasure that doesn't take years to reap.) Another reason: our mind tries to over-exaggerate the good in our life rather than the bad. It could very well be that a memory of an event years in the past is looked at with fondness, but the mind simply blocks out the bad things that were happening at the same time.

New word of the day: convolution. Derived from the infinitive to convolve, convolution is closely associated with the word revolution. Both deal with turning. It depends where the focus of the rotation falls.

Enough serious talk. Has anyone seen my ruby steel-toed boots? Silly, the rocks appeared to shine and form a halo around themselves, a bright golden haze over the rainbow. But tedious meditating on that terrible kaleidoscope filled with razor sharp silhouettes of fallen ashes bearing the marks of tight black leather... I don't think they will rise like the Phoenix. Not in a million years, unless the frantic revolutionist concocts another frivolous theory in attempt to debunk God. Heh heh heh, try again big boy. You'll rue the day you cross me, and your friend here Mr. Muslim. And oh, by the way, that dark sillouette wasn't a predator in his prime waiting to pounce on a victim, it was the aftermath of nukular proportions, the remains of a person who received wrath.

Wrath, an intersting concept. I don't think we westerners have a very good concept of wrath. But that's something I'm not gonna use brainfarts to figure out. Figure that one out. If 10% of our brain is used, is the remaining 90% made out of brainfarts? I believe so. But then again, I didn't design the system so I'll let the owner do the talking when I see him next. When will this ever end? I believe my time to shine is coming soon. When utter glory in gutteral forms proceeds from my stomach. Huh? No, my talent doesn't lie there, unlike some who would eat a pumpkin-pie malt and a macadamian, and then shower. Don't worry, that last statement only applies to one individual that I know. And to the one who knows exactly to what I refer, I launch gutteral snickering in your direction.

If spontaneous human combustion is real (and I believe it is), it probably is either judgment or a withdrawing of protection (or judgement by withdrawing protection) from God. So could be many other tragic occurrences around us. But who's to point the finger? Who's to say whose fault it is? I truly believe Christians more than pagans are at fault for the demise of America's moral foundation. Aiy!

Withdrawing from the world of politics, claiming that all politics is immoral and sinful, Christians back in the day took our influence and our voice away from society. So when the "pagans" started to enact their agenda, we were surprised as Dorothy was when the witch put Toto into a meat cleaver. Awwww, that's mean. Get over it!

Nothingness limits something... the stupidest notion I ever heard. Because the essence of nothing is nothing, nothing is in actuality the nonexistance of something. And nonexistance is indeed nothing. But really I've said nothing more than nothing = nothing in logical terms, that's why the argument can't be defeated. Now... a negative absolute, that can easily be defeated.

Science is a tool. And there are many sciences. There are some things that science can establish a rock solid proof for, such as the law of gravitation. Things that occurred in the past can neither be repeated, nor measured, nor observed so I find it quite hilarious that any scientist can boast to find something that proves evolution to be true. In the field of science applied to interpreting history, such as archaeology, clues can only be interpreted and arranged to form theories.

Theories based on assumptions based on theories. That is what evolution is ("Macro" evolution, anyway.)

My brain is overheating right now. I better quit before someone gets hurt.

Yours truly,

Don



p.s> Tell me your thoughts. To LPatkins, you're still the best.... at... g...gr...grooming llamas.