c e n t r i c

Take a deep breathe in,

hold 

and

then slowly exhale.

Step back.

Very few people can set aside their ego and humble themselves.

Unfortunately, 

humans through their egos, make themselves too prideful to admit fault and mistake.  Instead, the ego protects itself by diverting blame.

Preservation

The ego does not acknowledge responsibility of its errors,
The ego, in the image of perfection, is flawless...
Humans, their ego
Are centered in the existance of me
"This World, is my world"
The Only World
Anything (not pertinent) around 'me' is just the shadow of insignificant remnants
and I,
Me,
The Ego
Create the color that fits the puzzle of here
A puzzle, with the solution, conducive of my mood of existence right now


I know that isn't right, but none of this is about being right.
If being right was the end game, I would be in a different state of here and now.

Hope Loves Eternal

Take a sip from my mind to give yourself a taste of my soul,
which is eternal and everlasting....

I'm glad you found humor in monkey vs robot, because no one at work knew what I was talking about.  I had to show them the video, and at that point I just had to share it with anyone and everyone...from here to as far as this internet thing can fetch...which is far, far away
from now until a time long ago

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=I_QsCXm1vrk

Good Times

Right?

Well I hope so, and it's all about Hope and I'm not talking about Solo.

Unless, of course it's Han Solo.

At that point, all hope was lost...and then a new hope arose.

A rose to my pretty lady.

Flowers, to me rejuvenate everyday life with freshness.

I actually really enjoy fresh greenery.

The greener the better, but you knew that already.  In all actually...You always knew that.

and

Knowing

(Which Is very GooD)

is

Believing

Unless, you're Steve Perry and then you just suck.

Right?

I had a strong thought in mind to fly myself to a ufo convention out in the dessert of Southern California.

That pipe dream ended mercifully for me in a matter of six minutes with a donkey kick from reality.

Those really suck, worse than Steve actually.

It's nice to hold onto dreams, and in my dreams I often find the impossible.

That's short for

i m possible

According to most, I am impossible.

Not for long, and not for far.

 This small rock, that's flying through space at ungodly speeds

Spinning fast enough to keep us glued to it

Within a zooming Galaxy

That is our reality

That is our life

But, today I've come to the true meaning of why I am encapsulated in flesh on this rock

and it's to unconditionally love

It has to start with me and selflessly extend out

with Peace

Peace Out

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=cX7rnhmiV4A

What Has Many Faces

Humans are a funny bunch.  They feel most comfortable in familiar environments, with others that share similar features and agreeable conditions.  It's because it is safe, and safety comes in numbers.  When you examine our recent ancient history, some six thousand years, you will find one repeatable pattern.
Conflict.
More specifically, conflict in the name of belief.
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Therein lies the world's most polarizing and destructive question that shapes OUR planet daily.
Who's/What is your God.
Time and time again, if that answer doesn't coincide with the perceive correct belief...well, that will lead to a fight...

Not unless you let it.
Go on and ask me what I think....?

I'm spiritual without any religion. There, I said it.
To me, God is the eternal and everlasting universal energy that spawned my existance.  I don't have to place a face on it, nor does it have to explain or justify itself to me.
I should feel fortunate enough to experience it, hold no regrets in the process...and appreciate every moment.
Because it goes by fast, and it holds a very fragile presence.
It's meant to teach me everything that I am willing to endure but not necessarily learn.
Along this journey I call life, I get to meet you.
I can make whatever I choose to make of it.
It's my reality, it's my truth.
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I don't care if anyone even pays attention, because I am not trying to instill my will, thought or beliefs on anyone.
I believe in free will.
So use it, but don't you dare abuse it.
Life is fleeting, so learn to appreciate it...no persecute it.

That's my two cents, when you only asked me for a penny per thought.  Keep the change, you'll need it.

From Sticks n Stones to Flesh and Bones

I am not judging anyone, nothing intentionally hurtful that anybody posts online do I consider wrong.  It's artistic expression for each poster...therefore, it's appropriate for the individual.
I may not understand everyone's point, I may not even agree with all the posts.  But I would never outright call other people's words, art, views as wrong.
I do find bullying (which is a form of racism) as wrong though, that's not artful expression.  I would call that hurtful and malicious and there is no place for such behavior whether it's here, home, work school or anywhere else.
This world as a whole needs to become better c-o-n-n-e-c-t-e-d  and more understanding, versus controlling and domineering.  People NEED to stop fearing what the don't know or understand and MAKE the effort to expand their realm of knowledge and comprehension.
As a race, we need to enlighten ourselves before we devastate modern humanity and endanger the well being of future generations...which we are on a fast track on doing.
This planet grows older and older as we learn to interpret time and space.  There's a good chance we've done this all before, and from the looks of it...failed.
That's the thing about history, if we forget about what it can teach us, we become doomed to repeat it.
Albert Einstein might have been a high school dropout, but his wisdom and insight can reveal many dark truths that our inner sinner preys upon...
He said that he may not know what weapons will be used for War World III, rest assured world war four will be fought with sticks and stones.

LIFE happens

I have no choice, I am going to be dead one day whether I like it or not.  It's my inevitable end in the cycle of life.

I accept my fate, and I will try to live up to my fullest 

until when that moment comes 

in which 

I cease to 

exist...

So, what's life...is it here for me or am I here for it...?

Life is here, I am fortunate enough to be allowed to explore it.
Life is a series of lessons intended for me to experience.
Life is timeless, permanent and immortal, without a master...yet I am it's slave.
Life grows, always...
Life changes, all the time for everyone and everything.
Life holds no virtues or morals, nor does it ever apologize.
Life is for the strong, weak...and those all those in between.
Life has no rules, other than survival of the fittest.
Life exists in cycles. Dark or bright, awakened or hibernating.  With constant chaos and mindful randomness.
Life reaches everywhere.
Life does not judge, nor does it discriminate...but also seems to be unequal and unfair.
Life gives all a chance to make the most of what we can.
Life is the only priceless gift we all are given, and our mindset determines how respectful we are of it and with it.
In Life we chose to be who and what we are, that's the power of free will...just sometimes we choose to surrender it and pretend to be victimized by circumstance.
I can't buy a thought (or maybe I could), but I certainly can create one...and that's the beauty of life.
I'm lucky enough to be here and now, so are you.
I'm lucky enough to share with you, everything that I offer to divulge.
I'm lucky and cursed enough to know that life isn't here forever for me, because it is infinite and eternal...unlike me, but I still have my will and sense of being...and know one will ever take that away from me, unless I allow it.

From time to time, I think of all the ifs, ands or buts....and I realize
This isn't too bad because it could always be worse.
Here is where I find my gratitude, the greatest thing I can give back to life.

a road to s o m e w h e r e

We have chosen all our stops in life

For better or for worse

Everything is

A lesson to be learned

Taught by our inner guide, 

Our greatest teacher

To our most naive student

look inside first

Before you seek a forward step

Our inner whisper

Speaks v o l u m e s

Worth endless lifetimes

Lost means gone

What's misplaced gets rediscovered

It's how we look,

It's what we learn

This is how we grow

Whether it's here, there or somewhere else

Blooming or not

We still feel the earth beneath us

And our star above us

Rooting deep

Spreading tall

Forever growing

Refusing to fall victim to the stagnancies of everything

And to be here, in the moment

Experiencing what our purpose really is

From here to there

In The NOW

And that somewhere is Infinity

From Forwards to Backwards and Beyond

Juanita ana banana,

Name me All your most favorite fruits, in color coordinated alphabetical order.  Leave no pits behind.

Next, I saw an enormous moon this morning...rumor has it, the next one will be even bigger...because it will be nearer.  A Super Snow Moon, or so they say.  Don't you ever wonder who "they" really are?  'They' are probably boring and monotoned.  With plaid socks and pocket protectors.  Looking up at speckles of light through telescopes, all the while speaking into mental megaphones.  Making midgets from dwarfs.  This world that we live in has over corrected their political correctness, only to confuse my muse and create doubt from wrong within a right...but only on left handed turns without stops...should one fully yield, and come completely to a halt.  It's no ones fault, if our truth is hidden within a mystery vault.

Nope, it's no one's fault...because we live in a politically correct world where fault only lies with those who have been run over by the bus.  After all, they chose to step onto the road...an overcrowded road...littered in signs....stating what's right and what's not.

I'm so confused.

But wait, how could that be.

As in me.

Yes, Me.

Or I.

I descend upon this land, with my mirror in hand.  And I, through reason and logic know how and what to decipher (without insult) my lefts from wrongs...without yielding myself or selling my soul to a void of collective mindlessness.  How can I go forward in life, if I am constantly detouring in circles on this over stimulated rock that lies an astronomical unit away from its inferno.

Only time can tell that infinite story,

The man made measure of life...

Man is here to create death, destruction and demise.

For I am just another man, who sees nothing but what has been done...and where we are heading to...

Time, has met me now

Time, has led me here

Time, has brought us all front and center

But NO one accepts the responsibility

But NO one assumes the strongest path

But NO one dares walk a line crooked from corruption....

Greed finds teeth bitten in the flesh of a core, weakened by all the division that time brought us all.

Humanity will remain divided as long as it works on an individual basis, irrelevant of what is to come...because, with time, everything will change...and we will become the forgotten ghosts of yesteryear.

To bad, what a pity and here we were thinking that this all mattered for something significant.

Change for the better is but a dream that will only exist in a thoughtless life, where self becomes selfs as a whole...and time, at that point won't matter...because a higher conscious sees no barrier between here, there or anywhere.

Fill that pit with smoke and fire and watch it burn bright with light...void of desire.

The enemy of us, and friend of the me.

Like I said, too bad.