Reader don’t care:
A generalized transgenerational ramble with no scholarly significance or reference to folklore, from a nomad currently tracking the daily grind of a monster digging up the ocean floor. A train of thought that ran off the track, standing on the sea with the wind to his back.
Audience unknown, I am a digital media immigrant, typing words onto an empty screen, this virtual throne, freedom of speech is just a sentiment, it rhymes so it must be known, use your brain, go ahead, your brain is all you actually own. What a miraculous thing we grew in our heads from eating so many bugs to keep that machine fed. If our ancestors hadn’t eaten all this good protein our minds would be as small in reality as we currently make them seem judging by the erroneous arrogance of those living the “American dream”.
With the most powerful asset in the animal kingdom between the eyes, we still find ourselves obsessing over currency and the notion of freedom in disguise. I’m talking to you, you meddling kids, take your eyes out of that screen and look at what is. You’ve been domesticated by a system in place to produce consumers that can be subsequently procreated in space. Now you can’t have a conversation because all you do is type at each other, you are supposed to be the “future of a nation” but you don’t have the compassion or strength to look out for one another. America the bulletfull, another one bites the dust and then another, how can we see the truth behind the bull if we have no trust in what we discover?
Think about when you were younger and you didn’t flood your mind with so much brain fattening media and entertainment, stare at a screen to avoid human interaction and social lament, look around at the world and you seem impatient, ignoring that which has been tugging at your shoestring everywhere you have been and everywhere you went, but you don’t have the time to stop and tie it up because it wouldn’t be time well spent.
If you want to read my two cents, I’m surprised you read this far, with all other things you could be doing I feel like a superstar, you must have a better attention span than a 5 year old at disneyland or a lesbian at a gay bar, On the other hand I’d rather give a kid a book by Ayn Rand then all the video games and other mind numbing contraband. When asked if there is one thing I can’t stand, I’d probably say nothing but a room full of 21st century digital boys and girls with their heads in the sand, stuck trying to look at their own hand through a glass mirror in wonderland. I’m talking about your life, your existence, where you might stand.
The way things once were whenever they will never be again, for better or worse and forever we have bestowed upon ourselves a curse, a curse of disillusionment in a world of clarity, a curse of virtual representations of self as the new reality, living in the 21st century of endless opportunity the rich get richer and the poor live off the middle man’s tax capacity, while streets are too loud to ever hear freedom ring, yet you ask me for a dollar, funny, I was about to ask you the same thing.
Next time you are looking at a screen to murder some time, think about the nature of our being what it means to be sublime - of such excellence, grandeur, or beauty as to inspire great admiration or awe. That is what we can be if we set ourselves free, that’s what the world is has always been from the mountains to the sea, live your life with eyes that see, feel the earth below your feet, listen to the wind in the trees, and be thankful for everything.
Thoughts on the Empire
Thoughts on the Empire
Destiny Manifesto, East meets the rest. Looking out at the enchanting landscape of the Southwest, I think of Europeans clashing with the natives on a waves crest. Who violated every human right of those here first before they could even stand for less. Congeniality toward one’s fellow man should be the bigger plan but I digress, it seems we plan for the best but stay lost in the desert looking for quick sand until our untimely death.
A Dialogue Between Savant Savages
Barnabus Cornucopia III and Garfield Humperdinck IV on a journey to the new frontier. Elitist, racist, and proud British men standing face to face with a land of opportunity and no one to stop them except the true savages; themselves.
B “What are these savages doing here breathing the white mans air?”
G “They are naked and wild but they do not seem to care!”
B “I suppose they live here, but why is all this good land going unused? I’d say it is being abused by these fools and land they might as well loose”
G “Why Barnabus we’ve struck gold here I do declare!” But what of these savages? They’re absolutely everywhere!”
B “Oh they’ll be gone soon, I’ve brought them blankets to keep them warm under the cold moon and with a wave of my wand they’ll be dust before noon”
G “Indeed. All this land, littered with red and brown beings with nary a dubloon?! And they expect me to walk among them like a buffoon! HAH! Before that happens ill be drunk dead in a saloon! by George I’ll tell you these animals must be slow for what am I? A baboon? A common polyglot? most certainly not, I am a man with a shut door with an engaged lock, a window surrounded by pain, and plenty of potential financial gain before time runs out on my O’clock, so why refrain? My good Barnabus can’t you see! Open your eyes this world is just a single grain of salt in the deep blue sea. Surely its no surprise to find that it was made for people like you and me”
B “You may be right dear cousin, savages like these are a dime a dozen, perhaps we’ll be doing them a great favor by giving order to this place, or perhaps they’ll award us for bringing in a superior race, whatever the case I’m sure we’ll be welcome with open arms, and if welcomed we are not I suppose we’ll have to open arms.”
G “What then do you think will happen old chap? If they do welcome us are we still taking them off of the map?”
What Has Become
The white man (according to the naturalization act of 1790 the term white does not apply to the Irish, Italians, Bohemians, Jews, etc.), and conquistadors completely changed the traditional ways of life in Native America by forcing western old world customs and religion upon the natives and obliterating their cultural identities. The love of power most definitely defeated the power of love, and life in this country took a new direction, far from the course of peaceful coexistence.
Many people of the native Southwest view the white man as evil.They were the people that destroyed their way of life and left them yearning for change and for their lives to return to the way they once were before being worn down to nothing. They have become what the white man has made them. The destruction of cultural connections is an extensive act that cannot be undone. They hate and they have all the right to because they were here first minding their own business. They have always been here, and everything was taken from them except cheap alcohol, undesirable land, very profitable casinos, sadness and poverty.
How can we expect natives to forgive and forget? How can we expect anything but hatred and disdain for what has been done to their ancestors that negatively effects them to this day? There will be no change until congeniality towards the fellow man is the bigger plan. Love, acceptance, reparation, forgiveness, and prayer for coexistence beyond co-dependence through the cease of this continuity of oppression. These are the things that will lead us all out of the dark, by it seems the majority of us are still too blind to see.