destiny

if you do not make friends with the unknowns, you are destined to live in fear and delusions...

human choices

we all choose our own poisons and shackles

(except for the few wise enough to rise out of the human trap... and that could just be another delusion too)...

philosophy is just what you make of it

when you feel too alone just remember...

you are not alone if you stay with you

what is a button for?

if a button is not meant to be pushed, it is a trap...

beware of people who set traps...

true love is a dream

true love is a dream two people share when they are awake...

crap you believe

is it cynical to believe that the crap you believe is crap or is it realistic to believe that the crap you believe is not crap... or is it?...

arbitrary morality

is morality based on fear, insecurity, and ignorance really the best foundation for a way of life?...

i don't think so...

the year without review

until a moment ago, there was not even a single entry for this year in this babbling brevity blog... b-b-b-but, there may be dozens someday, which would make this entry less prominent and more poignant, perhaps... who's to decide, anyway?

depressed

how can anyone possible be depressed in so few words... i mean, dead silence, that's depressed... and a thousand words of convoluted reasoning feeding fears and doubts and ridiculous irrationalities, that's depressed... but a hundred words (or less?)... how could this possibly be?... philosphically, this could only be un-depression, obviously...

some crutches are a choice

there are people on crutches because they physically have damaged muscles or nerves in their body... there are people on crutches because they empower fear and shirk responsibility for just about everything in their lives... the first group earns my respect if they overcome self-pity and find joy in striving to be all they can be... the second group earn my respect when they throw away their crutches... tiny tim bless us, everyone...

reason to smile #742899

as pointless as it all can be, it still feels good when somebody gets the point

what to do when running on empty

REFILL!

time

the length of a moment is directly proportional to the degree of aloneness...

we can discuss the meaning of aloneness in another lecture.

consistency

if i came here every day and wrote something meaningful, something profound, or even just something that i wanted to share, innocuous, personal, general, specific, serious, irreverence, nonsense, or whatever...

would it matter in the end if you missed an entry?

this blog's been around forever

it wrote the very first song

yes, i know, there is too much… too many different thoughts in most entries… too much information… most of the humor is drowned in the words… most of the detail is swamped by the plethora of, well, more detail… it's a self-defeating cycle for the child who babbles who wants conversation, who wants interaction, who wants receipt and reciprocation and acknowledgement and communication… this is why i should keep the entries to a single topic, a single paragraph, even, for anything beyond the first thought is often lost in the waves of distracting asides and above all else, stay true to the title…

but sometimes there is no title...

the answer to why

there was nothing to do but continue because I was alive... some continue to live, some continue to die, some continue to survive... some look for answers in the wind, some look for answers where they've been, some look for answers in another time... I care to share and share to care because that leads me to feeling sublime... and while waiting for you, I play in rhyme...