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I just watched a very trippy documentary called "What the bleep do we know?" It followed a few days in the life of a deaf photographer lady with sections of professors discussing quantum physics, reality, and other things. I thought that it was very interesting and it made me feel very good.
There was one part at the beginning that said that when Columbus landed in the Carribean Islands, the natives there couldn't see the ships on the horizon because they had no previous knowledge of ships. The shaman noticed that there was something that was happening, because something was making waves ripple, and he stayed out on the beach and stared at the water, and eventually, he saw the ships. He told the people of the village that there were ships out there, and they saw them, because they believed and trusted in him.
The whole thing was based on that we create our own realities. If you convince yourself that something good is going to happen, the chances of that good thing actually happen shoot through the fucking roof. All of us create the world we live in, we are all our own gods. I find it interesting that I came to the conclusion that I was my own god a while before I saw that, it made me feel open minded.
Samurai Champloo opening theme
Battlecry (motherfucker it's rap)
sharp like an edge of a samurai sword
the mental blade cut through flesh and bone
though my mind's at peace, the world out of order
missing the inner heat, life gets colder
oh yes, I have to find my path
no less, walk on earth, water, and fire
the elements compose a magnum opus
my modus is operandi is amalgam
steel packed tight in microchip
on my arm a sign of all-pro
the ultimate reward is honor, not awards
at odds with the times in wars with no lords
a freelancer,
a battle cry of a hawk make a dove fly and a tear dry
wonder why a lone wolf don't run with a klan
only trust your instincts and be one with the plan
some days, some nights
some live, some die
in the way of the samurai
some fight, some bleed
sun up to sun down
the sons of a battlecry
some days, some nights
some live, some die
in the way of the samurai
some fight, some bleed
sun up to sun down
the sons of a battlecry
look, just the air around him
an aura surrounding the heir apparent
he might be a peasant but shine like grand royalty
he to the people and land, loyalty
we witness above all to hear this,
sea sickness in the ocean of wickedness
set sail to the sun set no second guessing
far east style with the spirit of wild west
the "quote-unquote" code stands the test of
time for the chosen ones to find the best of
noble minds that ever graced the face of
a hemisphere with no fear, fly over
the blue yonder where
the sky meets the sea
and eye meets no eye
and boy meets world
and became a man to serve the world
to save the day, the night, and the girl too
There was one part at the beginning that said that when Columbus landed in the Carribean Islands, the natives there couldn't see the ships on the horizon because they had no previous knowledge of ships. The shaman noticed that there was something that was happening, because something was making waves ripple, and he stayed out on the beach and stared at the water, and eventually, he saw the ships. He told the people of the village that there were ships out there, and they saw them, because they believed and trusted in him.
The whole thing was based on that we create our own realities. If you convince yourself that something good is going to happen, the chances of that good thing actually happen shoot through the fucking roof. All of us create the world we live in, we are all our own gods. I find it interesting that I came to the conclusion that I was my own god a while before I saw that, it made me feel open minded.
Samurai Champloo opening theme
Battlecry (motherfucker it's rap)
sharp like an edge of a samurai sword
the mental blade cut through flesh and bone
though my mind's at peace, the world out of order
missing the inner heat, life gets colder
oh yes, I have to find my path
no less, walk on earth, water, and fire
the elements compose a magnum opus
my modus is operandi is amalgam
steel packed tight in microchip
on my arm a sign of all-pro
the ultimate reward is honor, not awards
at odds with the times in wars with no lords
a freelancer,
a battle cry of a hawk make a dove fly and a tear dry
wonder why a lone wolf don't run with a klan
only trust your instincts and be one with the plan
some days, some nights
some live, some die
in the way of the samurai
some fight, some bleed
sun up to sun down
the sons of a battlecry
some days, some nights
some live, some die
in the way of the samurai
some fight, some bleed
sun up to sun down
the sons of a battlecry
look, just the air around him
an aura surrounding the heir apparent
he might be a peasant but shine like grand royalty
he to the people and land, loyalty
we witness above all to hear this,
sea sickness in the ocean of wickedness
set sail to the sun set no second guessing
far east style with the spirit of wild west
the "quote-unquote" code stands the test of
time for the chosen ones to find the best of
noble minds that ever graced the face of
a hemisphere with no fear, fly over
the blue yonder where
the sky meets the sea
and eye meets no eye
and boy meets world
and became a man to serve the world
to save the day, the night, and the girl too