Uncouth PerspectivesNot on the rug, man.

At common in views with myself
The next phase of learning has come
For though I have been known to say
“I know who I am”
Also have I said
“We are always learning and growing”
As each lesson we learn
Each truth comes clearer
We change.
And this is Beautiful
Yet, it can be ever so painful
Black not, though, at this hurt
For this pain only comes
When you embrace it
Rather, embrace yourself
Thus embracing the lessons
And all life, in and of itself
For, whatever cause to which you flock
To become one with yourself
Is to become one with all
Live not with regret
But love, compassion, and truth
And wallow not in self-deprecation
When you can hold life to your breast
Providing one path of many
So that we may all survive

Many would claim that our age, the world we live in, falls to this title.  We are in a time, they cry, that is ripe with immorality and rampant sexuality.

I would like to suggest that we are merely more aware of what has always been done. It is nothing new and, if there is any truth to the title, this has been a very, very long age.

And I truly believe many people have overlooked this. We are so criss-crossed in our sexuality that no answers seem clear… but the answers are there.

The answers lie in the fact that we, as conceptual human beings, do not deal well with duty-bound ethics. We, as thinking people, do not need to be protected from ourselves. We can learn and grow.

Yet, we need to embrace this characteristic as a truth to our existence. That we can learn and grow. We can do it. We can do it from living life. We can do it from others. We can do it together.

It is this, well, individualist togetherness that I think also escapes people. There is a schism in the thinking of people, a dichotomy, that has individual desires at one end and group ethics at the other.

Is this really the case? Does this dichotomy truly exist? I do not think so. I believe they actually work in tandem. We need to work, to learn, and to grow.

Rather than to classify one specific thing as wrong, let us worry about what is behind it. Instead of setting rules that say “this is exactly what to do”, let us educate. Let’s worry about life, not about specific actions which, without intent, may or may not be immoral, in and of them self.

Wherein we can also focus on our relationships. We can focus on fulfilling desires for the sake of … this individual togetherness. It is not as simple as physical pleasure, nor a simple mental bond.

Together, in a connection of the physical and mental, we can truly become one. Not with another, but through another. And one, in and of ourself.

We can love ourselves AND others.

LIVE.

Wait. “Late?”

As in… he missed an appointment?

I’d have to say if we’re talking about appointments and taking trips, he did a pretty splendid job of making it.

As a lot of people know, I’m big into language. Well, not exactly language. Not like Becci. Or other people. More… semantics. I think that how we talk about something and the definitions we use are very important.

I was talking this morning and I said the “late” comment… and then it started to bother me that I did. It is another one of those comments that changes…

“A great and amazing writer, cultural savant, and true human being has died and will never be with us again”

to…

“He was late for the tea party.”

It just, really, makes me sick. We have this morbid fascination with death. It permeates a lot of our actions, our religions, our beliefs… and yet, we can not even talk about it.

There are a lot of things that come into perspective when we face our own morality, no matter what you believe happens “after life” … (again.. notice the language) but so many people refuse to look at that.

Living blind to life and death, so many people trudge along into a oblivious daily existences that amount to nothing… and this is another fear so many face. They do not want their lives to be pointless, but in their own wandering and evasion, they defeat their own very goals.

Stop hiding.

Slowly, but surely..

Muhahhaha!

Anyways, I’m very happy with the new look. I’ve been tweaking some of the bugs in it and everything should be pretty smooth. I still need to do some small updating and I need to also get a scheme for the side boxes. We’ll see.

I’m currently working on the preferences, although let’s define “working” liberally in this case. Afterthat, I will be starting on the Rant Pages. Also, at some point, I’m going to be updating the login script and creating a secondary one, as I know there have been some problems.

I guess that’s about it….

Isaac.

We do a disservice and, in reality, do not appreciate things and the world around us by placing a value on them. Instead, we should simply appreciate things and the world around us by actually appreciating them.

I do two readings for her. I suppose I look back again in humor on the fact that I, Mr. I’m-not-spiritual-so-back-off, loves… loves to read tarot cards.

I dunno, maybe it’s to watch to the expression on the face of the people who I do the reading for. It would be a lie that to see her face twist in thought is not pleasureable even above and beyond the normal twist I get.. but that’s aside from the point.

We talk a little more about the meanings of the readings. How odd it is that they can sometimes be so right on. I tend to think back, though, to the horoscope type studies that show a whole class agreeing their horoscope is right on… and it turns out to be the same exact one.

Then… we start talking about ghosts…

See, many people believe my apartment is haunted. I’d be so inclined to agree if I didn’t simply not believe in it. I have torturous dreams. I lay awake for hours sometimes. There are, occasionally, odd things that happen.

My good friend Kristin spent the night once, and she had the same thing happened to her. Apparently it freaked her out. She lent me some White Sage to “cleanse” it, but I do not even know the first thing about that… so it’s just been sitting on my desk.

And, in fact, it is part of what tripped the ghost talk. She does believe in the possibilities of ghosts. In fact, she relates a story to me that was very trippy. It is simply one of those things that make you wonder…

Do you wonder?