Up front, I apologize for the noise but sometimes I am just compelled to unload some thoughts.
This morning, while driving to work, the radio played a couple patriotic songs. They had country flavor/style, but patriotic nevertheless. If I never would have pondered ponerization, I would’ve clapped my hands, stomped my feet, sang along, and have tears well up in my eyes!!! Kinda wants to make ya get a gun and help spread democracy.!.!.! Sheesh…
The word allegiance then popped into my thoughts. I thought, hell ya, I am allegiant to the human race. There ain’t a politician out there on this BBM that would truly stand up for this cause of humanity. So I guess I am out here without so-called patriotism, no allegiance... Nothing… Empty… Stuck here, within this, surrounded by, what I call krap.
In thinking of a bigger picture, there may very well be an human experiential cycle. In parallel, I try to conceptualize exactly what IS the nature of that food that those STS dudes feed on? Expanding my senses to I guess attempt to equate the human experiential cycle with some energy field envelope of what I dunno, that is compared like this incomprehensive food energy thing. This human experiential cycle energy envelope maybe surrounds this world, perhaps affecting the well being of (for lack of knowledge), let’s call mother earth.
I used to joke about this BBM being a living being and we humans are like a bug. A virus perhaps, infecting the well being of this BBM. I used to joke, that every now and then, mother earth has the bugs purged and starts afresh.
This morning, while driving to work, the radio played a couple patriotic songs. They had country flavor/style, but patriotic nevertheless. If I never would have pondered ponerization, I would’ve clapped my hands, stomped my feet, sang along, and have tears well up in my eyes!!! Kinda wants to make ya get a gun and help spread democracy.!.!.! Sheesh…
The word allegiance then popped into my thoughts. I thought, hell ya, I am allegiant to the human race. There ain’t a politician out there on this BBM that would truly stand up for this cause of humanity. So I guess I am out here without so-called patriotism, no allegiance... Nothing… Empty… Stuck here, within this, surrounded by, what I call krap.
In thinking of a bigger picture, there may very well be an human experiential cycle. In parallel, I try to conceptualize exactly what IS the nature of that food that those STS dudes feed on? Expanding my senses to I guess attempt to equate the human experiential cycle with some energy field envelope of what I dunno, that is compared like this incomprehensive food energy thing. This human experiential cycle energy envelope maybe surrounds this world, perhaps affecting the well being of (for lack of knowledge), let’s call mother earth.
I used to joke about this BBM being a living being and we humans are like a bug. A virus perhaps, infecting the well being of this BBM. I used to joke, that every now and then, mother earth has the bugs purged and starts afresh.