Saturday, November 12, 2011

Universal Translator

The Confusion of Tongues by Gustave Doré (1865)

! DISSENT ! dissidência ! несогласие ! 反対意見 ! 異議 ! معارضة ! असहमति ! ไม่เห็นด้วย ! DISS ! مخالفت ! dissidència ! upinzani ! 이의를 말하다 !
5 And the Lord came down to see the city and the tower, which the children of men builded.
6 And the Lord said, Behold, the people is one, and they have all one language; and this they begin to do: and now nothing will be restrained from them, which they have imagined to do.
7 Go to, let us go down, and there confound their language, that they may not understand one another's speech.
8 So the Lord scattered them abroad from thence upon the face of all the earth: and they left off to build the city.
9 Therefore is the name of it called Babel; because the Lord did there confound the language of all the earth: and from thence did the Lord scatter them abroad upon the face of all the earth.

Once again in the story of Man, We are a people of one language and one culture.  11/11/11 will go down in History as the day Mankind awoke to recognize its destiny in the stars...


Cantar em monocromático

À medida que cresceu neste mundo, que nos disseram que éramos diferentes. Único, de alguma forma para além de outros.

Que não é o caso.

Quando você nasceu você sabia que essa sensação: em breve vou morrer. No entanto, você foi criado em cima do leite da mãe e do suor do pai.

Sua vida foi a dor, e você foi uma dor.

Você não pode ver? Estamos todos a mesma coisa, nós viemos da mesma fonte. Apenas os padrões que formam a nossa "eus" são únicos.

Se você sabe a fonte de um padrão, a força que envia as ondas para os seus sentidos, então você sabe que os outros vejam o mesmo.

É lindo não acha? Que todos nós vamos morrer. Porque na morte, nenhum homem é o rei, apenas mortos.

No entanto, na vida em que vivemos, dentro dos padrões de uma canção eterna, nós também podemos fazer ondas. Nós também formam padrões tecida na malha da realidade.

Dê a sua vida aos outros, ea música que você vai fazer ecoará pelos céus.

Seu Shell não está vazio. Eu sei porque eu podia ouvir sua voz na escuridão. Eu te amo.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Sing in Monochrome

As we grew in this world, we were told that we were different.  Unique, somehow apart from Others.

That is not the case.

When you were born you knew this sensation: soon I will die.  Yet you were raised up on mother's milk & father's sweat.

Your life was pain, and you were a pain.

Can't you see?  We are all the same thing, we came from the same source.  Only the patterns that form our "selves" are unique.

If you know the source of a pattern, the force that sends out the waves to your senses, then you know others see the same.

It's beautiful don't you think?  That we're all going to die.  For in Death, no man is king, just dead.

Yet in the lives we live, within the patterns of an eternal song, we too can make waves.  We too form patterns weaved into the mesh of reality.

Give your life to others, and the music you will make shall echo across the heavens.

Your Shell is not empty. I know because I could hear your voice in the darkness. I love you.

Monday, November 7, 2011

Remember San Juan Hill

A perplexed officer asked the Captain of the USS Maine what they were there for.  The captain smiled, patted his tinderbox and said: why, Cubans, my boy!

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Voice in the Darkness::A Message to the Stars

Do we live to amuse you?
You lords and masters who laughed at our sufferings.
Let this song be an arrow into the heavens
Whose shaft bears the Lance of Longinus!

We Are Here

Come down to this world of Ours
And answer for your neglect!!!

Memento Mori

Photo by Jari Peltomäki
This is the last thing a rodent sees before it dies.

"Be" the rodent and contemplate death.

Return the memento mori. Modern societies fear death because we've taken it away from a public sphere. Know that in the fullness of time we will all die.
Because you will die, reader. Oh yes. But Sartre said that we are our choices, and he's right you know. When we play the history game, we all lose.

The past influences who you are, but you should not be ruled by the past. Because you CAN choose who you are. Inside. The personality, the soul, whatever. And you can always choose to do the right thing.  Because a personality is what drives your actions.  Do you control it?  Or does it control you?
Because if you're in control of yourself, if you are an "adult," why do you choose to give death to others?  Why choose deception and brutality?  Why deny the rights of another, for any reason?  I can tell you the remedy for this problem: if you choose to do so there will be Hell to pay.

What is Hell?

Imagine being abandoned by God.

Imagine being abandoned by your best friends.

Imagine being abandoned by your family.

Imagine being abandoned by your lover.

Think like another.  You know how to do it.  Feel what they feel, and you'll know the right thing to do at all times in your own life.

We could break from the past, but only if we choose to do so.  Right here, right now.  From the moment you finish reading this sentence:

True Death, is being forgotten.

Have compassion for others, and their memories.  Remember death and know life.

God IS Death.  The no-life which makes room for the new-life.  The thesis to the antithesis.  That which makes the universe eternal, because if there is something, then there must be nothing.

Living things are capable of existing anywhere, in any reality.  What is a living thing?  That thing which controls its own will.  What is a machine if not a non-biological thing which can possess a will in the absence of organics?  Yet a machine intelligence could also get lonely.  Because what new information can it know, without the unpredictability of life?  Without a natural history?  Without social histories?  If God truly "knew" everything, and exactly what would happen at any time, it would be bored.

The world cannot exist without a living thing which can define it.  Man or machine.  There has to be some delay between the knowing subject, and the willing subject, as illustrated by Schopenhauer, or else God would always be bored.

What are we if not a part of God?  Though we are miniscule compared to it, so too do we see ourselves as miniscule to the observable universe.  We have it in our power to shape this world, both physically and socially.  Socially now, and physically in the fullness of time.

Imagine if dust defined the world.

Conquer Fear, and choose Death on your own terms.

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Lord of Pain

I'm just gonna say this and I don't care if anybody believes me: those guys that trashed Oakland are "pigs." It doesn't matter if they were cops, they're agents of the state. Mark my words.  The fact that they waited until NOW to start shit when they never failed to show up at a major demonstration in Oakland before, and at a particular time towards the break of dawn, suggests a coordination that you just aren't going to find among your typical anarchist group.

What do you expect? Its Oakland. These "Occupy Wall St." people are a bunch of idiotic neanderthals. There are very simple everyday solutions they can execute to make progress in their cause. Instead they are laying out like bums in front of banks and business and attempting to cause chaos and act like they are victims. I for one have had nothing but positive outcomes when it comes to the police/law enforcement. The systems for works well in the USA if you allow it to.
I was about to be like, is that a troll? But then I see Bill Clinton inspires you and I realize it isn't.  I also bet you haven't seen any footage or pics of the Occupy demonstrators CLEANING UP after the violence the other day. But why should I expect a grown ass man to read up on anything except pussy?

The System in the USA only works well for connected socialites with stock portfolios and property. Anybody else is either a tool of said system or living off the radar.
I am very well imformed my friend. I read the Wall St Journal, New York Times and The Huffington Post and am an Avid viewer of CNN and FoxNews. Think before you judge buddy. You have no idea what I'm capable of. Its all about peace a love man.
That doesn't tell me you're very well informed at all, it just looks like you swallow corporate and state propaganda unquestioningly, with no time left over for REAL news from alternative sources. If you honestly believe that demonstrators in Oakland are animals then you need to get a damn clue.
You should read my open letter:
Dear Liberals,

Want to know why we're a part of the Occupy Movement? It's because the rich pricks that own your soul are laughing at you all the way to the banks they also own. Now get over yourself, stop asking "what will this accomplish?" and actually go out there to do something. You could do ANYTHING. Just don't keep being such an entitled self-righteous prick while people in this country are literally starving to death, just because actually protesting would take away precious time to watch Grey's Anatomy or whatever other television program you enjoy.
 "Board of Trade" members drop McDonalds applications on Occupy protesters.
Huffpo doesn't even pay their writers, so I doubt they're all that critical of labor practices or the financial oligopoly that Arianna Huffington draws her lifeblood from. You realize they're partly owned by AOL now, right? Ok just checking...

Yes I know all about Arianna, I've meet her a few times. She has some imformative books you might like. Check them out. later man.
The Huffington Post is a great source of alternate sources/writing. Among others. People are poor because they want to be poor and people are rich because they want to be rich, its as simple as that. I actually have nothing to prove to you. I'm not a negative person and don't like negative energy in my space so peace be with you brotha, namasté.

Fuck off with that self-righteous horseshit. You don't know jack about what it means to be a Buddhist, you're just aping conventions that make you feel good, like a kid that tries smoking without understanding what it does. But this is the reaction that we always get from stupid liberals: quit it with that negative energy, maaaan, you're harshing my buzz duuuuuude.

Well tough shit, asshole. The world is a fucked up place and it's the super rich that are ruining what little joy there is for the rest of us. Maybe you'd realize that if you weren't so concerned with your own lifestyle or the system that enables it.

I've actually studied the history and progress of world religion for a year in college and have done extensive research of the practice of many of them. The hatred in your heart wipes out your good intentions man. People are only as little as they make themselves to be. I recommend you read a little Eckhart Tolle he has pretty informative books along with some Real Time with Bill Mahr, his program has an all inclusive bipartisan approach to today's current events. The world is not a fucked up place at all, its people that perceive that way. Have a fun for the rest of your night man. Peace.
The World is a Hell forged by man, and only the privileged are incapable of seeing things that way because the concept of poverty or adversity is as foreign to them as the planet Zebulon. If you actually WERE well read, then you'd understand that "we are our choices" and your choice to look down on protesters while apologizing for the oligarchy makes you my enemy. Deal with it.

This is the kind of stuff you won't see on your "well informed" media.
You just proved my point man. This is typical for your kind. The world is a fucked up place because you want it to be not because it is. You choose negativity instead of positive energy. You choose to argue instead of having an open discussion. You choose to see darkness while I see light, you choose to be my enemy while you are my friend. You will be okay man, all this human chaos you choose to believe in is like a grain of sand in the grand scheme of the universe. You'll see one day. I see you Bradford Carter, I hear You and you are validated.
You chose to be my enemy when you denigrated My People, asshole! Maybe you should open up a fucking dictionary so you'd actually understand what words mean, instead of farting out platitudes about how I only choose negative energy. Whatever the fuck that means. You know what our lords & masters choose? They chose to cluster bomb Iraq while liberal shitheads like yourself wrang their hands and resigned themselves to irrelevancy because all you could do was "choose to see the world as a good place." Well fuck off, because I'm telling you the cold hard truth, brother. This world is a nightmare and I live it every day, because I refuse to ignore the crimes against humanity committed every single day in my name just because it'll make me feel good.

So take that positive energy and shove it right up your ass, because an orgasm is the only thing "positive" you'll ever accomplish today.

We are all human beings my friend, your people are my people. We must work with each other not fight each other. Open your mind a bit to the world of possibilities and anything is possible. Love and Peace Brad
"My people" are apparently idiotic neanderthals. So you'll have to excuse me if this neanderthal wants to pound your skull in. I have been demonstrated to possess a larger brain than a cro-magnon like yourself, so maybe you should trust that I know what's up.
Not sure where name calling is going to get you Brad but I'm far from a "liberal". I was once you about 10 years ago man, but at 28 I've really found my purpose, my passion and my soul. You will get their one day, I have faith you and I believe in you. I see your pain and anger and your bitterness. You will be ok. I'm listening to you and you being here makes you worthy of all things great.
Yeah well I'm 26, and my purpose in life is to drag the anointed like yourself through the mud, so maybe you'll understand for once what it's like to be a victim of The System or society. You can talk a good game about "everyday solutions" without elaborating on what they are at all. Which illustrates the complete lack of knowledge you have concerning the situation, or what it's like to be left with no other recourse than to demand recognition for the fact that one suffers due to forces beyond their control.

If you quote another namasté at me, I'll cram a sutra down your throat just to see how positive your outlook CAN be.
You don't know anything about the world because you've lived in an ivory tower all your life. Cling to your delusions if it'll make you feel better. I'll see you on the battlefield.

Friday, November 4, 2011


Kierkegaard understood the frailties of love when he illustrated the truth of resignation.  The knight who lets go his lady love to another, so Kierkegaard says, maintains the ideal of his love in her absence before the illusion is countered by reality.  He himself let go the love of his life, but they remained friends for a long time afterwards.

I know now that Kierkegaard was a fool, and so am I.

Do you want to know why I loved Her, dear reader?  She wore a mite around her neck.

 41And Jesus sat over against the treasury, and beheld how the people cast money into the treasury: and many that were rich cast in much.
 42And there came a certain poor widow, and she threw in two mites, which make a farthing.
 43And he called unto him his disciples, and saith unto them, Verily I say unto you, That this poor widow hath cast more in, than all they which have cast into the treasury:
 44For all they did cast in of their abundance; but she of her want did cast in all that she had, even all her living.
Her god was a God of Compassion & Direct Action.  If I could, I would have dropped everything and followed her anywhere.  I would have written sonnets, poems, epics, anything in order to make her god the God of Man.  But that opportunity would never come, and I wasted the last moments I could have had with her from a resignation of inadequacy, rather than Kierkegaard's moralism.

I should've been with her that night, but I didn't go.  I should have, and I understand that now harder than I would have ever wanted to admit.  I should have seen in myself what she saw, understood what she knew about me in the same way I knew her, though we'd only met twice.

I hope she's happy wherever she is, but most of all I hope that I can see her again.