“Uprising” by Muse

•November 11, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Paranoia is in bloom,
The PR transmissions will resume,
They’ll try to push drugs that keep us all dumbed down,
And hope that we will never see the truth around
(So come on)
Another promise, another scene,
Another packaged lie to keep us trapped in greed,
And all the green belts wrapped around our minds,
And endless red tape to keep the truth confined
(So come on)

They will not force us,
They will stop degrading us,
They will not control us,
We will be victorious
(So come on)

Interchanging mind control,
Come let the revolution take it’s toll,
If you could flick a switch and open your third eye,
You’d see that
We should never be afraid to die
(So come on)

Rise up and take the power back,
It’s time the fat cats had a heart attack,
You know that their time’s coming to an end,
We have to unify and watch our flag ascend

They will not force us,
They will stop degrading us,
They will not control us,
We will be victorious

 

**I wonder.  What would force me to rebel?  What would cause you to start an uprising?

“The Road Less Travelled” by Robert Frost

•November 4, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference”

 

**This is such a classic poem and I can’t believe that I haven’t posted this before since I’ve often used this poem as personal inspiration.  Recently, I’ve been reminded of this poem as I face many upcoming life-choices and this allows me to be bravely defiant in the face of convention.

Interview with Amy Patterson in the 9th Issue of Lula

•November 3, 2009 • 1 Comment

Know that you are loved by a select group of friends – the priceless ones, the irreplaceable ones…I know you have many acquaintances but I also know you are deeply loved by a strong circle of friends and in those friends, if you look closely into their eyes and their lives and their hearts you will see bits and pieces of yourself shining brightly. For even in their darkest moments you are still there, still with them, the strength and love you have given them shines on. And if you look inside yourself in your darkest moments, I hope you see them…their love, their laughter, their strength and companionship, the in-between times you’ve shared…and know that they are all pulling for you…loving you, supporting you. This life we are living is hard and confusing and frustrating but in our friends lies our true strength and I believe I speak for not only myself but everyone in your circle when I say "we love you" and because of you we are better and we are here…

**I can only dream of the level of affection underlying these beautiful almost-poetic words. I think true & good friends are a perpetual source of invaluable wisdom that shouldn’t be ignored.

“Advice to My Son” by J. Peter Meinke

•October 28, 2009 • Leave a Comment

The trick is, to live your days
as if each one may be your last
(for they go fast, and young men lose their lives
in strange and unimaginable ways)
but at the same time, plan long range
(for they go slow; if you survive
the shattered windshield and the bursting shell
you will arrive
at our approximation here below
of heaven or hell).

To be specific, between the peony and the rose
plant squash and spinach, turnips and tomatoes;
beauty is nectar
and nectar, in the desert, saves –
but the stomach craves stronger sustenance
than the honeyed vine.
Therefore, marry a pretty girl
after seeing her mother;
show your soul to one man,
work with another;
and always serve bread with your wine.
But, son,
Always serve wine.

**I’m not sure why, lately, I’ve been so inspired by the advice that fathers give their sons.  Perhaps it is the age-old ritual of passing down hard-won wisdom or maybe it is the love you can see in each word.  I wonder what wisdom I will pass to my children.

Excerpt from “Eragon” by Christopher Paolini

•September 22, 2009 • Leave a Comment

I have words for both of you.  It’s time I said them as you are entering the world.  Heed them and they will serve you well…

First, let no one rule your mind or body.  Take special care that your thoughts remain unfettered.  One may be a free man and yet be bound tighter than a slave.  Give men your ear, but not your heart.  Show respect for those in power, but don’t follow them blindly.  Judge with logic and reason, but comment not.

Consider non your superior, whatever their rank or station in life.  Treat all fairly or they will seek revenge.  Be careful with your money.  Hold fast to your beliefs and others will listen…Of the affairs of love…my only advice is to be honest.  That’s you most powerful tool to unlock a heart or gain forgiveness.  That is all I have to say.

"Affirmation" by Savage Garden

•March 9, 2009 • 1 Comment

I believe the sun should never set upon an argument
I believe we place our happiness in other people’s hands
I believe that junk food tastes so good because it’s bad for you
I believe your parents did the best job they knew how to do
I believe that beauty magazines promote low self esteem
I believe I’m loved when I’m completely by myself alone

I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned
I believe you can’t appreciate real love ’til you’ve been burned
I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side
I believe you don’t know what you’ve got until you say goodbye

I believe you can’t control or choose your sexuality
I believe that trust is more important than monogamy
I believe your most attractive features are your heart and soul
I believe that family is worth more than money or gold
I believe the struggle for financial freedom is unfair
I believe the only ones who disagree are millionaires

I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned
I believe you can’t appreciate real love ’til you’ve been burned
I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side
I believe you don’t know what you’ve got until you say goodbye

I believe forgiveness is the key to your own happiness
I believe that wedded bliss negates the need to be undressed
I believe that God does not endorse tv evangelists
I believe in love surviving death into eternity

I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned
I believe you can’t appreciate real love ’til you’ve been burned
I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side
I believe you don’t know what you’ve got until you say goodbye
Until you say goodbye

I. Laying Plans in "Art of War" by Sun Zhu

•March 6, 2009 • Leave a Comment

**I believe even though this was primarily written as a treatise on military strategy, this is incredibly applicable to daily life.

1. Sun Tzu said:  The art of war is of vital importance
   to the State.
2. It is a matter of life and death, a road either
   to safety or to ruin.  Hence it is a subject of inquiry
   which can on no account be neglected.
3. The art of war, then, is governed by five constant
   factors, to be taken into account in one’s deliberations,
   when seeking to determine the conditions obtaining in the field.
4. These are:  (1) The Moral Law; (2) Heaven; (3) Earth;
   (4) The Commander; (5) Method and discipline.
5,6. The Moral Law causes the people to be in complete
   accord with their ruler, so that they will follow him
   regardless of their lives, undismayed by any danger.
7. Heaven signifies night and day, cold and heat,
   times and seasons.
8. Earth comprises distances, great and small;
   danger and security; open ground and narrow passes;
   the chances of life and death.
9. The Commander stands for the virtues of wisdom,
   sincerely, benevolence, courage and strictness.
10. By method and discipline are to be understood
   the marshaling of the army in its proper subdivisions,
   the graduations of rank among the officers, the maintenance
   of roads by which supplies may reach the army, and the
   control of military expenditure.
11. These five heads should be familiar to every general:
   he who knows them will be victorious; he who knows them
   not will fail.
12. Therefore, in your deliberations, when seeking
   to determine the military conditions, let them be made
   the basis of a comparison, in this wise:–
13. (1) Which of the two sovereigns is imbued
       with the Moral law?
   (2) Which of the two generals has most ability?
   (3) With whom lie the advantages derived from Heaven
       and Earth?
   (4) On which side is discipline most rigorously enforced?
   (5) Which army is stronger?
   (6) On which side are officers and men more highly trained?
   (7) In which army is there the greater constancy
       both in reward and punishment?
14. By means of these seven considerations I can
   forecast victory or defeat.
15. The general that hearkens to my counsel and acts
   upon it, will conquer:  let such a one be retained in command!
   The general that hearkens not to my counsel nor acts upon it,
   will suffer defeat:–let such a one be dismissed!
16. While heading the profit of my counsel,
   avail yourself also of any helpful circumstances
   over and beyond the ordinary rules.
17. According as circumstances are favorable,
   one should modify one’s plans.
18. All warfare is based on deception.
19. Hence, when able to attack, we must seem unable;
   when using our forces, we must seem inactive; when we
   are near, we must make the enemy believe we are far away;
   when far away, we must make him believe we are near.
20. Hold out baits to entice the enemy.  Feign disorder,
   and crush him.
21. If he is secure at all points, be prepared for him.
   If he is in superior strength, evade him.
22. If your opponent is of choleric temper, seek to
   irritate him.  Pretend to be weak, that he may grow arrogant.
23. If he is taking his ease, give him no rest.
   If his forces are united, separate them.
24. Attack him where he is unprepared, appear where
   you are not expected.
25. These military devices, leading to victory,
   must not be divulged beforehand.
26. Now the general who wins a battle makes many
   calculations in his temple ere the battle is fought.
   The general who loses a battle makes but few
   calculations beforehand.  Thus do many calculations
   lead to victory, and few calculations to defeat:
   how much more no calculation at all!  It is by attention
   to this point that I can foresee who is likely to win or lose.

Translated from Chinese By LIONEL GILES, M.A. (1910)

Excerpt from "From the Dust Returned" by Ray Bradbury

•March 4, 2009 • Leave a Comment

“Are you one of us?”

“Am I one of you, or with you?” the ghastly passenger replied.  “And what are you, or we, or us?  Can it be named?  Is there a shape?  What ambience is there?  Are we kin to autumn rains?  Do we rise in mists from wetland moors?  Do twilight fogs seem similar?  Do we prowl or run or lope?  Are we shadows on a ruined wall?  Are we dusts shaken in sneezes from angel tombstones with broken wings?  Do we hover or fly or writhe in October ectoplasms?  Are we footsteps heard to waken us and bump our skulls on nailed-shut lids?  Are we batwing heartbeats held in claw or hand or teeth?  Do our cousins weave and spell their lives like that creature lassoed to the boy-child’s neck?” He gestured. 

Arach unraveled its spinneret in dark silence.

“Do we snug with that?”  Again the gesture.

Mouse vanished in Timothy’s vest.

“Do we move soundless?  There?”

Anuba combed good Timothy’s foot.

“Are we the mirror glimpses unseen but there?  Do we abide in walls as mortuary beetles telling time?  Is the drafting breath upsucked in chimneys our terrible respiration?  When clouds curdle the moon are we such clouds?  When rainspouts speak from gargoyles’ mouths are we those tongueless sounds?  Do we sleep by day and swarm-glide the splendid night?  When autumn trees shower bullions are we that Midas stuff, a leaf-fall that sounds the air in crisp syllables?  What, what, oh what are we?  And who are you, and I, and all surrounding gasps of dead and undead cries?  Ask not for whom the funeral bell tolls.  It tolls for thee and me and all the ghastly terrible who nameless wander in a Marley death of chains.  Do I speak the truth?”

“Oh yes!” exclaimed Father.  “Come in!”

“Climbing Out” an original poem

•February 27, 2009 • 2 Comments

I’m tired of this loneliness
This bleeding

I’m tired of this loneliness
This bleeding empty hole
In the deepest parts of my heart
All around me
Walls, so high and dark
Stifling my spirit
If I look over head
And strain my eyes
I see a glimmer, a sparkle
The promise of light

I’m ready to fly
And escape
This darkness in my soul
I’m ready to touch the sky
But my wings have been torn away
So I’m climbing inch by inch
Out of this hole

My fingers slipping
Blood dripping down my wrist
Tears pooling in my eyes
All I see is the wall of darkness
That I’m clinging to
I grit my teeth
The light still so far away
I’m ready to give up
But I hold on
Just one moment more

It feels like a lifetime
And maybe that’s what it is
A lifetime of climbing
Of slipping and straining
But I can feel the warmth of the light
Just brushing my forehead
Maybe I’ll never reach the top
And struggle forever
It’s enough though
To feel sunshine once again

Excerpt of “What is Man” by Mark Twain

•February 25, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Ia. Man the Machine. b. Personal Merit
[The Old Man and the Young Man had been conversing. The Old Man had asserted that the human being is merely a machine, and nothing more. The Young Man objected, and asked him to go into particulars and furnish his reasons for his position.]
Old Man. What are the materials of which a steam-engine is made?
Young Man. Iron, steel, brass, white-metal, and so on.
O.M. Where are these found?
Y.M. In the rocks.
O.M. In a pure state?
Y.M. No–in ores.
O.M. Are the metals suddenly deposited in the ores?
Y.M. No–it is the patient work of countless ages.
O.M. You could make the engine out of the rocks themselves?
Y.M. Yes, a brittle one and not valuable.
O.M. You would not require much, of such an engine as that?
Y.M. No–substantially nothing.
O.M. To make a fine and capable engine, how would you proceed?
Y.M. Drive tunnels and shafts into the hills; blast out the iron ore; crush it, smelt it, reduce it to pig-iron; put some of it through the Bessemer process and make steel of it. Mine and treat and combine several metals of which brass is made.
O.M. Then?
Y.M. Out of the perfected result, build the fine engine.
O.M. You would require much of this one?
Y.M. Oh, indeed yes.
O.M. It could drive lathes, drills, planers, punches, polishers, in a word all the cunning machines of a great factory?
Y.M. It could.
O.M. What could the stone engine do?
Y.M. Drive a sewing-machine, possibly–nothing more, perhaps.
O.M. Men would admire the other engine and rapturously praise it?
Y.M. Yes.
O.M. But not the stone one?
Y.M. No.
O.M. The merits of the metal machine would be far above those of the stone one?
Y.M. Of course.
O.M. Personal merits?
Y.M. PERSONAL merits? How do you mean?
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