Circular Squares, 1

Suppose oblivion lies on the other side of the boundaries of life. Before and after life. And here I am, imagining oblivion from a non-oblivion state.

If from nothingness we enter into something and exit back into nothingness, would that not imply the existence of an infinite number of somethings -- of lives, of realities?

Things exist only because we, with our consciousness, have the ability to determine their existence and infer their existence prior to our own.

But before I was born -- before each one of us was born -- it appears that nothing existed. So at the moment of death, if it's anything like before our birth, the entire universe will vanish once more into non-existence.

DB Gear

It truly is unfortunate that decent (albeit expensive) products such as those offered by the North Face have been hijacked by douche-bags. Seriously. It's hard for me to believe that these mommy-and-daddy, fraternity-leaning, SUV-driving, backwards baseball cap-wearing, bar-hopping, slut-banging, sorry excuses for male specimens really appreciate the quality of their gear.

No, it's not about that. Did I mention I forgot to include "North Face-wearing" in my long but incomplete list of douche-bag qualifiers?

If

If I had been born with no eyes and no ears... what of the rest of my self? If dreams were reality and reality were dreams, what about hope? If today repeated itself within itself, repeated itself within itself, repeated... If the sky would allow my heart beat to echo off the cliffs of Nepal. If I could, for once, become small, like a child, yet smaller, like an ant, yet smaller, and sink in the black and brown and green and blue eyes of the world, like a virus, and touch the souls of all my hosts. Stick to the souls of all my hosts, and think what they think when they think of the world. If I could be small and a grain of sand among grains of sand in the sands of the universe, I would be happy in the wind. If there were no despair, would there be need for hope? If sugar suddenly became bitter in my mouth, then would I still appreciate those kisses? I, fiction.

Nothingman nowhere man.

nowhere man, moving here and there, disappearing act constant in your nervous ends. Mystery man, travelling man, like music, passing by, flying here and there, flying by. You belong, you don't belong, you belong, you don't belong, somewhere someone agrees with one, somewhere else someone denies one. Nowhere man, mystery man, travelling man, walking disappearing act, caught in your mind man, lost in your mind man, seeking the truth man, knowing no truth actually is man, tight rope walk half bald facade, big nose, slurred words, slumped in a corner of some dark bar, mystery man, cat like, quiet on the window sill, staring out the corner of the window sill, into the whore leg streets of some nowhere city cracked streeted city, gray skied city, rain.

Don't Let Them Have It!

A giant has no need for a sledgehammer; he can control a horde of dwarfs with a stick or a solid swing of his open palm.

To take down the giant and end its tyrannical rule, the dwarfs are in need of something powerful. Something that could bring the gods themselves to their unscathed knees and cause them to question their own omnipotence.

Short in stature but many in minds, they plan and they scheme...and finally have it.

As the giant's crest breaks the horizon, with sweaty fingers the dwarfs push down on the handle.

A burst of light.

The giant is consumed by the radiance before the dwarfs' eyes.

They dance and sing, bathed by the rapidly expanding ball of light. Light, light, light, ligh, lig, li, l,

Airport security genius

At airports in the U.S., liquids have been banned from being carried on board. Yeah, I see: a bottle of water is potentially dangerous, and nobody wants to spend all day testing and swapping spit from the ends of the Earth to ensure security.

But what about wax? Wax is a solid that does not require high temperature to melt.

Banned or not?

Well, according to the brilliant airport security personnel (pick any U.S. airport), wax is not allowed on board a plane because it is a liquid in solid form.

A liquid in solid form.

Are these people listening to themselves?

For that matter, my belt buckle should not be allowed on board, because steel is a liquid too. No rocks either; we know they're just liquid within those things called volcanoes.

This Country's Biggest Hypocrisy.

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/10/08/washington/08inquiry.html?_r=1&ref=world&oref=slogin

I have said it and thought it many times: The hypocrisy of these people. When will the ignorant Christians open their eyes to realize that Republican values do not conform with Christianity?! Or maybe that is not it, maybe it is something more essential. It is Republicans that tend to go to war, that prefer war over diplomacy, that have no qualms in fighting against a system of basic welfare in favor of corporate profit, that discriminate against homosexuals as if they were not human. Republicans who every Sunday go to church to praise the lord. Republicans who love to preach the word of god and like to place their god in the forefront of world cultures. They fail to understand that they themselves have placed christ as a god, have taken a man and made him divine, have placed their hopes and faith in that man god; that man, who among his deeds, befriended the lepers and the whores, broke the law by working on the Sabbath in order to feed the people, preached the kind of love that is reflected in the meaning of agape- the selfless love, the kind of love by which you forgive your enemies, by which you place the other cheek when they hit you, beat your one cheek. They are hypocrits, this Republican Christians, supporting war and vengeance, prideful, dishonest, greedy Republicans. They should not call themselves Christian, if they will rely on the Old Testament for their truth. Out with the old, in with the New. Else, call yourself a Jew. It is only until the Gospel, until the breakaway from the Jewish Law of the O.T., that we begin to see the titled Christians. But now, 1,980 years after, we see the resurgence of the Torah as the dictating text for Christian thought, the leading source for mores and world perception. The ignorant, blind, Christian Republicans source of knowledge and choice.
Do not call yourself a Christian and a Republican. As long as Republican values equate close-minded, out-dated Calvinistic + Barbaric notions and Christians seek Republicanism as the political representation of their values and mores they CANNOT call themselves Christians, but rather "Christians" or simply "Hypocrits."