more conversations with myself influenced by others
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if i had to declare my mission it would be
to set the others free,
free from the vice that holds them tight
into spiral living that they cannot see,
rotating around the tree
as you can see im not one to rhyme
my mind doesnt function on time
but i feel a burn inside of me, when i stand on the side lines and see: people driving straight, in the mind going places, getting somewhere. but when you zoom out they driving in a great big loop, going nowhere fast.
and people use this knowledge, give a man some bread every month for him and his family, he will do what you tell him to do.
the manipulation of the abstract goal. ambition. curve the ambition to meet someone elses goal.
then you say... well so what? its a means to an end. the people working win and the people at the top win.
but what about the people who are indirectly affected by this machine? this machine whose parts dont know what the control tower is doing.
little pixels minding their own business. loving their families, providing for their lovers, doing what they can to improve their lives, educate their children, move to more comfortable areas, better life styles, climb up that social ladder.
yet you zoom out and the million individual pixels make up hitlers face.
if i was an artist i would depict this some day.
a million rights directed askew can make a massive fucking wrong
what then?
what do you do?
do the means justify the ends?
sensible decisions built on top of eachother to create one massive monsterous fuck up. does that really go justified?
well then... they say: what about all the lives that were improved. and how can you blame them.
how can you blame officers acting on orders with no concept of what the big picture looked like?
in the days before the gps, we drive straight on a road that incrementally circumnavigates over time.
what then.
what purpose can there be.
oiling the engines, greasing the wheels.
theres got to be a better way though. a way to direct this powerful faction for good, for productive society. a control tower with a deeper vision and those who work in parts understand are transparent to the end goal. manipulation is unnecessary because everyone believes in the goal being acheived. so they earn money AND they are powering a socially productive machine. instead of a manipulated little bastard. a million people getting up at 6am, crawling into a tower to be there for 12 hours so that I can get my 99 cent McMuffin that is 70% fake and 100% ill-nutritious.
well then others say: you can only say this because you are privileged, others do not have a choice, they have to earn a living, feed their families, educate their children.
you have a choice. and then i say well, Ya i have a choice so i wish to choose wisely. i wish to choose so that i can give others more choice. those who are stuck in society because of who they are, what they were born as. even their social marginalization.
more choice for those rejected for their gender
more choice for those who are forced into marriage/obligations/roles based on traditional customs
more choice for those who flee from war and famine, only to be beaten with a heavy stick and thrown back in the sea
more choice for those who find no option but the life of a gangster, a religious radical, a suicidal massacre-ist, a financial economic home wrecker, a sex trader.
what will mcdonalds do for these people?
they say the sex trade is as ancient as human and will exist as long as human exists. after all
a sad but biological and socially accurate fact. it still disguists me to my total core.
they also say: you kill a weed, 10 more will grow somewhere else.
then i stand there in silence, with not much of a response.
there is no reply really, just that burning desire inside to prove that fact wrong. Maybe like jacob.
then of course there is that other itching final nauseous thought that always gets me, that always prevents me from posting on here:
what do i know?
all this talk about how others dont see other peoples perspectives, yet here i am a hippo - guilty of the same thing.
is my free the same as their free? it certainly wasnt for bush.
but you cant deny human rights.
you CAN NOT DENY THE GOLDEN RULE. that is why it is golden. im glad obama referred to it in his recent mid-east speech.
a nice wikipedia research brings out this beautiful contents list:
The Golden Rule
Contents
* 1 Ancient Greek philosophy
* 2 Religion and philosophy
o 2.1 Global ethic
o 2.2 Buddhism
o 2.3 Baha'i Faith
o 2.4 Christianity
o 2.5 Confucianism
o 2.6 Hinduism
o 2.7 Islam
o 2.8 Jainism
o 2.9 Judaism
o 2.10 Sikhism
o 2.11 Taoism
tell me thats not beautiful. tell me thats not human. as ancient as the human and will be true as long as the human exists. even when machines take over i am sure their fundamentals will be built on a similar system. a code. perhaps a better code that cannot be broken. broken everyday, because distances exist, or are created.
us and them. when in the end the truth is that its just we and us.
and then my friend says
to each his own.
and i reply
to each his own indeed, im surprised that we arn't born with that tattood on our ass. we probably should be. but the golden rule is golden and we should be reminded of it upon each breath. each shared breath of air
Click to viewif i had to declare my mission it would be
to set the others free,
free from the vice that holds them tight
into spiral living that they cannot see,
rotating around the tree
as you can see im not one to rhyme
my mind doesnt function on time
but i feel a burn inside of me, when i stand on the side lines and see: people driving straight, in the mind going places, getting somewhere. but when you zoom out they driving in a great big loop, going nowhere fast.
and people use this knowledge, give a man some bread every month for him and his family, he will do what you tell him to do.
the manipulation of the abstract goal. ambition. curve the ambition to meet someone elses goal.
then you say... well so what? its a means to an end. the people working win and the people at the top win.
but what about the people who are indirectly affected by this machine? this machine whose parts dont know what the control tower is doing.
little pixels minding their own business. loving their families, providing for their lovers, doing what they can to improve their lives, educate their children, move to more comfortable areas, better life styles, climb up that social ladder.
yet you zoom out and the million individual pixels make up hitlers face.
if i was an artist i would depict this some day.
a million rights directed askew can make a massive fucking wrong
what then?
what do you do?
do the means justify the ends?
sensible decisions built on top of eachother to create one massive monsterous fuck up. does that really go justified?
well then... they say: what about all the lives that were improved. and how can you blame them.
how can you blame officers acting on orders with no concept of what the big picture looked like?
in the days before the gps, we drive straight on a road that incrementally circumnavigates over time.
what then.
what purpose can there be.
oiling the engines, greasing the wheels.
theres got to be a better way though. a way to direct this powerful faction for good, for productive society. a control tower with a deeper vision and those who work in parts understand are transparent to the end goal. manipulation is unnecessary because everyone believes in the goal being acheived. so they earn money AND they are powering a socially productive machine. instead of a manipulated little bastard. a million people getting up at 6am, crawling into a tower to be there for 12 hours so that I can get my 99 cent McMuffin that is 70% fake and 100% ill-nutritious.
well then others say: you can only say this because you are privileged, others do not have a choice, they have to earn a living, feed their families, educate their children.
you have a choice. and then i say well, Ya i have a choice so i wish to choose wisely. i wish to choose so that i can give others more choice. those who are stuck in society because of who they are, what they were born as. even their social marginalization.
more choice for those rejected for their gender
more choice for those who are forced into marriage/obligations/roles based on traditional customs
more choice for those who flee from war and famine, only to be beaten with a heavy stick and thrown back in the sea
more choice for those who find no option but the life of a gangster, a religious radical, a suicidal massacre-ist, a financial economic home wrecker, a sex trader.
what will mcdonalds do for these people?
they say the sex trade is as ancient as human and will exist as long as human exists. after all
a sad but biological and socially accurate fact. it still disguists me to my total core.
they also say: you kill a weed, 10 more will grow somewhere else.
then i stand there in silence, with not much of a response.
there is no reply really, just that burning desire inside to prove that fact wrong. Maybe like jacob.
then of course there is that other itching final nauseous thought that always gets me, that always prevents me from posting on here:
what do i know?
all this talk about how others dont see other peoples perspectives, yet here i am a hippo - guilty of the same thing.
is my free the same as their free? it certainly wasnt for bush.
but you cant deny human rights.
you CAN NOT DENY THE GOLDEN RULE. that is why it is golden. im glad obama referred to it in his recent mid-east speech.
a nice wikipedia research brings out this beautiful contents list:
The Golden Rule
Contents
* 1 Ancient Greek philosophy
* 2 Religion and philosophy
o 2.1 Global ethic
o 2.2 Buddhism
o 2.3 Baha'i Faith
o 2.4 Christianity
o 2.5 Confucianism
o 2.6 Hinduism
o 2.7 Islam
o 2.8 Jainism
o 2.9 Judaism
o 2.10 Sikhism
o 2.11 Taoism
tell me thats not beautiful. tell me thats not human. as ancient as the human and will be true as long as the human exists. even when machines take over i am sure their fundamentals will be built on a similar system. a code. perhaps a better code that cannot be broken. broken everyday, because distances exist, or are created.
us and them. when in the end the truth is that its just we and us.
and then my friend says
to each his own.
and i reply
to each his own indeed, im surprised that we arn't born with that tattood on our ass. we probably should be. but the golden rule is golden and we should be reminded of it upon each breath. each shared breath of air