Personal responsibility and peace

Are equally as idealistic as the other. If we were to live in peace, we’d have to take responsibility for our own actions and their effects. But as we are right now, no one really adopts the idea of peace as plausibly attainable in any manner. But no one has a problem saying we’re all responsible for our own actions, as if to say we’re individuals raised by ourselves, loving ourselves, living surrounded by nothing. Autonomy is such a fib. Entirely illusory in nature, it implies we can actually be in control of ourselves. We, however, perpetuate this idea that we are autonomous and should be punished for our own actions, and never really consider the fact that we’re all essentially effects of some long forgotten cause. We’ve got to ease up on pointing our fingers. Put them to better use and write a book or a love letter or something

Interviewer: Is this your own will or a necessity to ‘put your money where your mouth is’?
Ted Stevens: Mandatory because current events necessitate a response. I have no money, only a mouth.

Interviewer: Are you happy for Mayday to be seen as a continuation of Lullaby for the Working Class under another name?


Ted Stevens: Will I ever be happy?

This government will let millions die from their indecision on health care, poverty, war on drugs, regulating banks to ensure everyone can get a loan to have a house, declaring an indignant war on unemployment, then send our own citizens to go die as they try to kill hundreds of thousands of people we’ve never met, but let someone say that 9/11 or some other event was orchestrated or should be further investigated and all of a sudden its rational to just accept what we’ve been told, which is that it was merely a mishap or terrorist attack on our freedom.Yea, our ever-wonderful fucking freedom.

People like us don’t move on, dear. We find someone new to cling to, and we must if we’ve any desire to love and be loved at all.

Souls of Chaos

By Abraham Isaac Kook

The conventional pattern of living, based on propriety, on the requisites of good character and conformity to law—this corresponds to the way of the world of order. Every rebellion against this, whether inspired by levity or by the stirring of a higher spirit, reflects the world of chaos. But there is a vast difference in the particular expressions of the world of chaos, whether they incline to the right or to the left [positive or negative in motivation]. The great idealists seek an order so noble, so firm and pure, beyond what may be found in the world of reality, and thus they destroy what has been fashioned in conformity with the norms of the world. The best among them also know how to rebuild the world that has thus been destroyed, but those of a lesser stature, who have been touched only slightly by the inclination to idealism—they are only destroyers, and they are rooted in the realm of chaos, on its lowest level.

The souls inspired by the realm of chaos are greater than the souls whose affinity is with the established order. They are very great; they seek too much from existence, what is beyond their faculties to assimilate. They seeks a very great light. They cannot bear what is limited, whatever is confined within a prescribed measure. They descended from their divine abode in accordance with the nature of existence to generate new life; they soared on high like a flame and were thrust down. Their endless striving knows no bounds; they robe themselves in various forms, aspiring constantly to what is beyond the measure of the possible. They aspire and they fall, realizing that they are confined in rules, in limited conditions that forbid expansion toward the unlimited horizons, and they fall in sorrow, in despair, in anger, and anger leads to—wickedness, defiance, destruction and every other evil. Their unrest does not cease—they are represented by the impudent in our generation, wicked men who are dedicated to high principles, those who transgress conventional norms defiantly rather because of some lust. Their souls are of very high stature; they are illuminated by the light that shines from the realm of chaos. They chose destruction and they are engaged in destroying, the world is undermined by them, and they by it. But the essence of their aspiration is a dimension of holiness, that which in souls content with measured progress would yield the vigor of life.

The souls inspired by a destructive zeal reveal themselves especially at the end of days, before the great cataclysm that precedes the emergence of a new and more wondrous level of existence, when the old boundaries expand, just prior to the birth of a norm above the existing norms. In times of redemption insolence is on the increase. A fierce storm rages, more breaches appear, acts of insolence mount continually because they can find no satisfaction in the beneficence offered by the limited light. It does not satisfy all their yearnings, nor does it unravel for them the mystery of existence. They rebel against everything, including also the dimension of the good that could lead them to a great peace and help them rise to great heights. They rebel and they are indignant, they break and they discard; they seek their nourishment in alien pastures, embracing alien ideals and desecrating everything hollowed, but without finding peace.

These passionate souls reveal their strength so that no fence can hold them back; and the weaklings of the established order, who are guided by balance and propriety, are too terrified to tolerate them. Their mood is expressed in Isaiah 33:14: “Who among us can dwell with the devouring fire? Who among us can dwell with those who destroy the world?” But in truth there is no need to be terrified. Only sinners, those weak in spirit and hypocrites, are frightened and seized by terror. Truly heroic spirits know that this force is one of the phenomena needed for the perfection of the world, for strengthening the power of a nation, of man and of the world. Initially this force represents the realm of the chaotic, but in the end it will be taken from the wicked and turned over to the hands of the righteous who will show the truth about perfection and construction, in a great resoluteness, inspired by clear perception and a steady and undimmed sense of the practical.

These storms will bring fructifying rain, these dark clouds will pave the way for great light, as the prophet envisioned it: “And the eyes of the blind shall see out of obscurity and out of darkness” (Isaiah 29:18).

Our lives are spent trying to find

Something better. Some facets need a new face, some need only to be seen more for what they are.

Its amazing how many of our dreams come from what are mostly products of miseries that exist in a capitalistic society. Even if it is only to escape that society.

I have created a bucket list, a list of moments I seek to birth in my life time. And they are:

1: Fall in love with a woman.
2: Convince her that she doesn't need to be anywhere else other than with me. And in doing so, I'll shave my skin if she needs warmth. I'll live off tea and bread to afford any food she desires. I'll do anything, for the most part, as long as she stays, makes love to me from time to time, and doesn't fucking hide.

Pretty fucking

tired of the games people play to make their lives poetic, to make their lives more reminiscent of some film or book or song. For christ sakes, what do we have but each other in a capsizing boat of time?

I did not write this.

will you make me a world
where i can curl and unfurl
of my own accord

will you find me a park
with a see-saw that goes around

for i have lived in circles
sometimes spinning
sometimes off on a tangent

but whatever
i'm always back to square one

will you be there
waiting in the wings
when i land

will you keep me from crashing
will you keep me from smashing

fragments and tiny bits
jigsaw me
picture me

relent

come on now
make that dent

for cutting edge is cool
but razor sharp is cooler still

You were true to yourself, you were true to no one else

THe fuck is the point of understanding a woman if:

A: It doesn't guarantee she will stay
B: She doesn't understand herself
C: She will only consult herself in her decisions for fear of being manipulated by your asking her to stay?

It is tragic and dull trying to really care for people unwilling to step outside of themselves.