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Judge not
by "what"
so much as
"why" and "how."
Be not
so very quick to judge Others,
for they suffer and struggle as you do.
Perhaps even more.

They may cope differently
than you are conditioned to,
by both yourself and others,
but empathize with them anyway.

Improvement. Progress
is what is important,
not how One goes about it
or which direction is "forward."

The array of ways
that make up your brand of 'Cope'
are not absolute truth-
they're a relative possibility;
******* act like it.

Yes,
they may inflict their own suffering
or undermine their own struggle,
but so do you. So do I.
That's part of what's called "being Human."
Get over it.
Don't make it worse than it already has to be.
That's called EVIL.
Evil is not how they COPE.
Evil
is undermining Others' coping with
their suffering and struggle.

COPE is SALVATION of the Mind;
that isn't to say it's always healthy:
I can think of at least a few Saviors
who died as a result of trying to cope,
but if Death scares you so much as to accept living miserably,
you deserve every ounce of discomfort that you could have precluded by finding a viable and sustainable coping mechanism that works for you, because it was developed by you, and only designed for you.

The responsibility is yours.
If you loathe responsibility,
fathom the irk of those who try to cope
with your infantile avoidance of it.
**** just got real, sorry. ;)

How many times do I have to tell myself this before I learn?
Ever one more, t'would seem!
One's beliefs alone
make One nary better;
't'is One's behaviour
which shows One's true nature.
I used to favor Even numbers,
but now I respect the Odd.
Everyone is a shaman.
Everyone can be a Buddha.
Everyone is a philosopher.
Everything is divine.

Most simply turn a blind third-eye
to the subtle, intangible world
through which everything is linked.
Just because everything is as it needs to be
doesn't mean that humans act accordingly.

When one reads: "Everything"
a ballet of meanings begins to dance before one's mind.

Is it every particular thing that exists?
Is it a metaphor for the universe?
Is it an oversimplification? An over-generalization?

The way I interpret it is "the way of Reality".
Our dream-scape of a reality.
Our Cybermental construct of the realm we've inherited.
--
Everything is just as it must be
for our reality to be as it needs to be
yet we act in corrupt, selfish, unsustainable ways
and expect everything else to keep up with us.

It doesn't seem to work that way, my friends.
Though we are the spawn of it, and though we observe it
we are no higher nor lower than anything we can observe.
Everything is Nothing
with the perfect disguise.
Sounds sorta nihilistic, but do try to read between the lines. ;)
"Hail unto thee, unlikely Champion!
If I may inquire; to which school do you belong?
Your technique is most impressive and dynamic;
I've never seen anything quite like it in all my years."

"Hail unto thee, Philosopher-King.
Indeed you may inquire!
I belong to no school:
I belong to each and every
however much any
would chose to have me,
and I, it."

"Wise beyond your years, I see.
I've got something to show you.
A book from a distant land. I think you'll dig it."

We turned and walked down the torch-lit vaulted hallway of the King's palace toward the Archives. The King hummed some resemblance of a melody as we descended a rather long spiral staircase.

A distant sound of glass shattering broke the monotony of the decent. We looked at each other and I could see his dark face grow pale.

"The marauders.. I knew this would happen sooner or later. Come, Champion. We must ensure the Queen's safety! Make haste!"
"... and what of Guilt?"

"Simple. Guilt is a result of a fear of punishment."

"Oh, please. Don't be so selfish. What about when you fail to feed your pets?
What punishment do you incur? How is fear relevant?
What if guilt itself is punishment; a reflection of some subconscious acknowledgement that one has transgressed against one's own ethics?"
"I'm half-assing this,
which, to me, is a sign
that I don't care enough.
So now, if you'll excuse me."

With that, she walked out of the room and turned the corner.
The five of us sat around the table in sheer disbelief, laughing.

"Miss! Wait.
Your level of honesty is quite commendable,"
said his Honor between breaths.
"You're more honest with us than I am with myself.
You're hired."

I wasn't sure how serious he was.
I don't think any of us were, even him.
A moment later, she came back around the archway and stood under the keystone with her arms crossed. A nice effect, one might comment.

"Nice effect,"* said I.

There was a glare. I know that glare..

"When do I start?"

"When will you care to?"


There were several seconds of silence.

"I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship, your Honor."

"I hope you're right. For both our sakes."


Without skipping a beat, she retorted that
"hope is a sign of vulnerability, your Honor."

"Vulnerability can be a sign of courage, young one,"

came our familiar voice of wisdom, equally on tempo.

"Yeah!" Said I.

A smirk cracked the veil of her face.
Where have I seen that face..

"I care to begin right now."

"It pleases the counsel to hear that, miss.."

"Anya. That's all you get.
Now, let me see to the spectacle.."

She walked back out the room, turning the other corner.

My heart grew heavier the instant it clicked.
I knew I knew that face. ***** be crazy.
"Oh, *******," I told myself. "It's her!"
"I know!" I replied.
*"This oughtta be good."
"I feel bad. I think she's afraid of me! Does she fear you, too?"

"Well, take it as a compliment. I mean, fear is a form of respect, right? Oh, man, that sounds like a horrible propaganda poster! I've gotta write that down!"

"You and your writing things down!"

"Hah, just you wait! One day, the world will thank me!"

"Oh, jeez."
This dialogue really happened.
"How well can you keep a secret?"

"I'm afraid I'm not allowed to disclose that."
"I can feel it. I'm gonna bake cookies later.

That's what happens when I clean the stove; I just wanna cook a bunch of stuff."

"Well yeah, that's the best part of cleaning: getting it all ***** again!"
"I know
you told me
not to go and do this,
and I agreed not to,
but.. well.. Sorry, sort of..
'Sorry' in the sense of
'I'm doing this on purpose.'

Just know I mean well enough."
An internal monologue.
Plot twist!
... and I woke to a strangely familiar
lapse of memory known to many
as "Life."
"*******, dude,
I've got nearly 200 gigabytes of recorded band practices.
Good thing I just got a 1.5 terabyte hard drive to archive all that gold!"
No joke!
"Dude, she was diggin' on you. You shoulda gotten her number!"
"Maybe, but I'm at a point in my life where I feel I need to be single."
"But still, my brotha, it's always nice to have a pair of **** to wake up on."
I'd be ****** if he wasn't right, but by then it was too late,
and it's still true that I don't want a new partner, anyway.

******, unquestionable truth! Why must you rear your ugly head?
Excuse me, Mr. Politician Man,
who the **** are you to say
what information the Government gets
at the detriment of mankind anyway?

Have you forgotten the Bill of Rights?
The 'inalienable' rights we all have?
Do they even ******* matter?
Do they even ******* exist?
I guess not.

What the **** are they doing
pressing this CISPA *******?
Unlawful search and seizure of digital information
and they don't even care for warrants.

Under the guise of National Security
you'd have us all put in Camps or killed
just like we did to the Japanese all those years ago
but we've moved past that... right? Right?
I guess not.
We just keep it all more secretive now:

The people didn't stand for SOPA
and surely not for the NDAA
so what the **** gives you the idea
CISPA will fly, anyway?

Maybe if no one heard about it, it would work...
Maybe that's what you were counting on.

Excuse me, Mr. Politician Man,
who the **** are you to say
what information the Government gets
at the detriment of mankind anyway?

*******, Mr. Politician Man
along with your constituents.
*******, Mr. Politician Man
and your endorsements.

The Fourth Amendment requires due process
precluding unjust search and seizure;
but where the **** is due process or justice
in this proposed search at leisure?

You pass new legislation that augments old laws,
so much that they don't even need probable cause,
but not new rights nor protections for the citizenry,
not surprising given your abhorrent deontology:

You'd sooner send drones than diplomats.
You'd sooner stage attacks than be peaceful.
You'd sooner bail out banks than your citizens.
You'd sooner pass a law than change your ******* underwear.

What the **** gives you an inkling of the notion
that a beloved sociopath Politician
deserves your ******* devotion
if they pull this sort of ethical rescission?

Excuse me, Mr. Politician Man,
who the **** are you to say
what information the Government gets
at the detriment of mankind anyway?

*******, Mr. Politician Man
along with your constituents.
*******, Mr. Politician Man
and your endorsements.

**** me, Mr. Politician Man,
like you already do behind closed doors.
**** me, Mr. Politician Man
for ever trusting this accursed system.

Well, who the **** are you
trusted making legislation,
you can't even overcome
******* monetary gravitation.

Well, excuse me, Mr. Politician Man,
you want the People to become transparent?
Well ******* then, Mr. Politician Man
we want transparency of Government:

I'm sick of not knowing where Tax dollars go,
I'm sick of knowing over a quarter goes to the Military
which is funny in a deeply ****** up way
because I know I may help pay for
the drone that might fly overhead and see me and my friends as insurgents
and launch an IR missile to blow us to bits,
or the bullet that may be sent through my brain
as a distant if more probable than ever result
of your ******* legislation:

And so I say:
*******, Mr. Politician Man,
along with your constituents
for making this a feasibility;
you're supposed to serve the people
but you'd rather put the U.S. in a state of futility.

So,
on behalf of all those you alienate each day,
I wish to extend to you a humble and heartfelt
Go **** yourself.
One,
who ne'er One's own Mind exercises,
shall nary a Mind woo
when One feebly flexes
One's own Mind.
I cut thee so much ******* slack ex gratia
and yet, as a reward, I know only of thy bitter indignation.
What virtues hath thy Mother instilled in thee;
Abuse? Contempt?
Entitlement?
If so, she did a job
second only
to none

How do you sleep?
Do thy injurious ways simply go unobserved by thee,
or doth thou rather play a Politician
upon the Stage that is thy Mind?

No longer is ex gratia an option;
however, this ex animo writing
doth indeed seem inevitable.

Were thy conscience again to be my Jury,
I wouldn't hold my breath
waiting for a fair verdict.
Ex Gratia- of kindness, "from grace"
Ex Animo- of the heart "sincere"
Truth is a set of Lies
agreed upon by those
of a common philosophy.
Not necessarily true, but I thought it was a funny thought.
Experience is important, but overindulgence is dangerous.
The Path of the Righteous Man is beset on all sides
by the inequities of the Selfish
and the Tyranny of Evil Men.

Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will
shepherds the Weak through the Valley of Darkness,
for he is truly his Brother's keeper,
and the finder of lost Children.

And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger,
those who attempt to poison and destroy my Brothers!
And you will know my name is the Lord
when I lay my vengeance upon thee!
"I've been sayin' that **** for years, and if you heard it, that meant yo' ***.
I never gave much thought to what it meant, I just thought it was some cold blooded **** to say to a ******* before I popped a cap in his ***,
but I saw some **** this morning that made me think twice.
See, now I'm thinking:

Maybe it means you're the Evil Man, and I'm the Righteous Man, and mister 9mm here, he's the Shepard protecting my righteous *** in the valley of Darkness.

Or, it could mean that you're the Righteous Man, and I'm the Shepard, and it's the World that's evil and selfish.. and I like that, but that **** ain't the Truth.

Truth is:

You're the Weak,
and I am the Tyranny of Evil Men.
But I'm trying, Ringo, I'm trying real hard
to be the Shepard.

Go."
-
"I think we should be leaving now."
"Yeah, that's probably a good idea."
-
Pulp Fiction, 1994,
Quentin Tarantino.
Such a beautiful and well orchestrated façade;
too bad there's nothing worthwhile behind it.

Warum hatte ich anders geglaubt?
Wie affig von mir verdammt.
Why had I believed otherwise?
How ******* silly of me.
Did you know?:

HP Printer ink is more expensive per volume than human blood
by a ratio of nearly 7:4
http://gizmodo.com/212444/hp-ink-costs-more-than-human-blood-*****
is willingly and knowingly assuming
there is more merit to an idea, thing or person
than there likely is:

I have Faith in Humanity
I have Faith in my Friends
I have Faith in my Art
I have Faith in my Self.
Though One cannot be too disappointed
when One learns that one's Faith is misfounded;
and One must be able to accept that fact
when it may well come to pass.
Once one acknowledges
that it is fallible,
it becomes much easier for it to understand
that everyone else is as well.

True compassion is to truly forgive fallibility.
Try not to pass judgement,
for One cannot know
the full Story of Another.

After all,
is it not, already,
difficult enough
for One trying to know
what happens
in One's own Life?
My twisted mind finds it fun
to study the trends and correlations
between what I post publicly
and my number of followers.

For any who fancies themselves a fan of my madness:
I love you. Thank you.
For any who does not:
I love you. Thank you.

So there. ;)
Nowadays, my number of followers tends to rest around 400.
I feel pretty good about that.
I most sincerely thank you all!
Be it manifest
because it's familiar,
or be it familiar
because it's manifest?

Methinks it's both.

Aye,
therein lies the rub;
'tis quite the blessing
as well as such a curse.
Based on a write in my pocket notebook, writ with a calligraphy pen.
".."
"Bull-****, I got this!"
"You don't do it like me, so you're doing it wrong.

Only the dead are entitled to their styles."
What if it is Humanity's predestined Curse
to survive just long enough to become self-aware and interconnected
just in time to witness the downfall of all we know?
Seek that you do not fear your Mortality;
for it seems rather foolish to fear anything
but especially so such an inevitability;

fear not Mortality;
Mortality is a question
and the answer is Life;

many fail to respond;
they may indeed live
but they have no lives;

they sacrifice their time
to Pantheons external
rather than devoting their fleeting time
to the one internal;

fear not ephemerality;
it is an opportunity
but like any other,
it can be, and often is,
overlooked- ignored- misused-
squandered.

Fear not your Mortality
for it is an opportunity
to transcend this reality;
life is a sacred and holy opportunity;
(and these words, from an atheist!)
it's up to you to make the most of it.
Worry and Fear are misuses of Imagination.
It's sort of funny in an ironic and twisted way
how some of the people who actively fear that things are intended so personally
are some of the same who passively injure those close to them so personally.
Don't use
gender bias
as justification
to be equally prejudicial;
most feminists I've met
are just as sexist
as the dogma they fight.

Hate cannot usurp hate.
Prejudice cannot quell prejudice.

These tactics
are cheap ad hominem arguments.


People are people.

All lives matter.
Period.

All this schismatic exclusion
only further polarizes
a fractured and diseased worldview;

we must work together
to bring the spectrum
back to healthy balance
rather than
acting on hubris;
equilibrium is inevitable,
so it may as well be sought
on our own terms,
lest we be forced against our wills
to come to terms with it.
This is not an attack;
it is commentary.

I'm quite open to discussion!
Wearing just
a Toga fashioned from my black satin sheet
and a Tophat
sipping Sirrah out of a champagne flute;

It's been a crazy night.
Played a show after our lead guitarist got arrested
in a situation that reeks of entrapment,
and then, at midnight, it became my roommate's 21st birthday and she requested that people wear togas, so as soon as I got home, I put on this black satin sheet. A friend then opted to get in on the Toga action. So, we looked up various styles of impromptu-togas, and then we decided that wine was in order for this toga-based shenanigan. The other Toga-clad gentlemen then suggested that we drink it out of champagne flutes. Now, here we are: a Toga and a Tophat, sippin' great red wine out of champagne flutes.
[There is] So much figurative Wisdom in this world
yet so much of this wonderful Wisdom is taken as literal
by the people who call themselves People
who indeed are Sheeple.

Figurative wisdom taken literally is profane to philosophers and true mythological scholars alike.
Title: Figurative Wisdom [will be/is] taken as literal
"Fi-li-o-pi-e-tism"
Noun:
An often excessive veneration of ancestors or tradition such that new ideas are generally discouraged, often via punishment, and conformity is strictly enforced.


-The Monkey Lesson-
In 1967, a psychological experiment was conducted on rhesus monkeys:


Five  monkeys (A, B, C, D, E) in a room with a ladder, upon which are bananas.
As any given monkey climbs the ladder for the food, the rest are sprayed down with cold water.
Eventually, the monkeys learn to punish the one who climbs to preclude discomfort for the group.

One monkey (A) is then swapped out for a new one (1) that hasn't gotten the cold shower.
As 1 inevitably strives for the bananas, monkeys B, C, D, and E immediately punish.

Another monkey (B) is swapped out for a new one (2) that tries for the bananas
and 1, C, D, and E punish.

A third monkey is substituted (3) and not knowing of the original circumstance reaches for food.
1, 2, D, and E drop the hammer.

A fourth is introduced (4) in place of another original member (D),
and the beatings continue from 1, 2, 3, and E.

Finally the fifth is substituted (5) in place of the final original member (E),
and the group (1, 2, 3, 4) keeps up the trend of assault.

The result is a group of monkeys
that never received the cold water treatment
that still continued to castigate any individual
that tried to climb the ladder for the food.
"This is the type of **** that should be taught in school."
"Democracy is not compatible with financial oligarchy."
-Che Guevara
Every day
may not be good,
but there is always
some good to be found
in every day.

The same can be said
of practically anything.

If you can't find it,
make it.
Once it's there:
nurture it.
Anything less,
one may suggest,
could be aptly called
cowardice.
I find it deeply ironic
that no one knows who invented the Fire Hydrant
because it's Patent was lost to a fire.
The fire of pain burns the underbrush of comfort of the soul,
providing rich ashes of potential,
as the rains of despair satiate the soil of the soul,
facilitating renewed growth of character.

It's just a matter of learning to withstand the firestorms.
Waking up to the Sound of Rain
walking around barefoot upon the Pavement at 5 AM
on the First of September:

The Rain
smells and feels
so ******* good.

O, Rains;
alieviate the plentiful Fires of
Californian Summer.

I love a good Thunderstorm;
ain't nothin' quite like
the elegant Power of Mother Nature.
When
was the last time
you did something
for the first time?

When
was the first time
you did something
for the last time?
There are no inherent flaws in things,
only traits which are repressed, oppressed and desired to be controlled.
Misinterpreted. Misunderstood. Misrepresented. Neglected.
Acted upon in haste and ignorance, or not at all.
This is the origin of the idea of a "flaw":

Traits are character.
Identifying characteristics.
Opportunities for development.
For growth; for learning.
"Flaws" stem from our attitudes of these opportunities.

Wabi and Sabi
are not presence of flaws;
they are presence of character
of uniqueness;

Flaws are a state of Mind.
Based off of a conversation with a good friend, as well as some writing in a sketchbook of mine.
Whatever it is
that gets you
out of your bed;
do that all day-
do that all day.

Whatever it is
that keeps you
out of your bed;
you'll find a way-
gotta find that way.

If it is
something you love
it is a part of you,
just as you, now,
are a part of it, too.
May someday become a song. We'll see. I hear some bluesy music when I read this, so perhaps that's indicative.

Spoken recording:
https://soundcloud.com/apexparadigm/fleeting-seas-of-death
I told you once
but I will say it again:
when you live for Flesh
it's the beginning of the End;

It will take you in,
it will spit you out;
Behold: the Flesh,
and the Power it holds!

Passion is a poison,
laced with Pleasure bitter-sweet.
One of many thistles
that hides deep beneath;

It will take you in,
it will spit you out;
Behold: the Flesh,
and the power it holds!

Touch!
Taste!
Breathe!
Consumed!

Deja vu, already knew
from the first encounter,
But now I know to let go
of Words; to speak no more!

Like a Wind upon your Face:
you can't see it but you know it's there.
When Beauty shows its ugly face,
just be prepared!

Passion burns,
like Fire carried by the Wind.
The End of a Time,
a Time to begin;

It will take you in,
it will spit you out;
Behold: the Flesh,
and the Power it holds!

It builds you up one way,
and tears you right back down.
A Time to begin;
the End of a Time;

It will take you in,
it will spit you out;
Behold: the Flesh,
and the power it holds!

Touch!
Taste!
Breathe!
Consumed!

Deja vu, already knew
from the first encounter;
but now I know to let go
of Words; to speak no more!

Like a Wind upon your Face;
you can't see it but you know it's there.
When Beauty shows its ugly face,
just be prepared!
I'mma be performing this song with a few friends in a week or so;
the lyrics ring true to me on many personal levels..

Chuck Schuldiner was a ******* Badass:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dgx3sp_hTJw
In the event of a water landing
during the course of your life
your light-heartedness may be used as a floatation device.
The trick is to try to remain light-hearted.. indeed it is hard to do.
Genau wie Wasser
durch einen Behälter geformt ist,
sind wir so auch
durch unsere Umwelt geformt.

Wann du
nach Änderung eiferst,
flieh mal
zu einer neue Umwelt.

--

Just as Water
is shaped by a Container,
so are we
shaped by our Environment:

If ye
strive for Change,
escape
unto a new Environment.
Title: Fluids take always the form of their container, and we are fluid.
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