Monday, February 13, 2006
Across the UNiverse
Is it where you came from, or where you are going to? Sometimes I like to think we have it all backwards; the way we eat, dress, play, learn, love. Its all so deviant from precivilized man. And regaurdless of ones opinion on creationism verses evolution, there is no doubt that there existed a time when people didn't wear so many clothes, eat so many processed foods, took so many pills, or worried so much about money. But just because we once were that way, does that mean that is how we should be now? Is progress something good or bad? And is moving towards an easier, more "satisfying" tomorrow an honorable goal or a gain in the name of laziness.
This entire post actually comes from spending the last hour cleaning naked.
And from tomorrow being Valentines Day.
Some people rejoice in holidays, some people "fuck" them, I get confused inbetween. I do think it is ridiculous that as each generation passes, every holiday is molding into a post-conventional replica of the one that occured the month before, only different colors, different presents, and different foods. But then again, there is always a need to spread cheer, spread love, spread the holida spirit, spread some goolish glow, spread some thankfulness or even spread a bit of the luck of the Irish. I could argue that its sad we need a holiday to say I love you, but I think it's clear that we do.
So I choose to say thank you for this semi-ridiculous holiday for forcing me to do what everyone, including myself, should be doing every day. Loving others and Loving life.
Its real poetic outside. I read a poem that said "there is no poetry in this. I am looking for peace, for love, I am looking for evidence of compassion, I am looking for life". What a beautiful thing to be on the search for. I think there is poetry in that, but not the kind of poetry that people read, smile about, and then fold into their back pocket. The kind of poetry that loved ones write in Valentines and as the words ring in the ears of the adored and hit the most softest spot ever, they melt and vow never to forget that poetry. I am looking for life... ¶ 8:32 PM
This entire post actually comes from spending the last hour cleaning naked.
And from tomorrow being Valentines Day.
Some people rejoice in holidays, some people "fuck" them, I get confused inbetween. I do think it is ridiculous that as each generation passes, every holiday is molding into a post-conventional replica of the one that occured the month before, only different colors, different presents, and different foods. But then again, there is always a need to spread cheer, spread love, spread the holida spirit, spread some goolish glow, spread some thankfulness or even spread a bit of the luck of the Irish. I could argue that its sad we need a holiday to say I love you, but I think it's clear that we do.
So I choose to say thank you for this semi-ridiculous holiday for forcing me to do what everyone, including myself, should be doing every day. Loving others and Loving life.
Its real poetic outside. I read a poem that said "there is no poetry in this. I am looking for peace, for love, I am looking for evidence of compassion, I am looking for life". What a beautiful thing to be on the search for. I think there is poetry in that, but not the kind of poetry that people read, smile about, and then fold into their back pocket. The kind of poetry that loved ones write in Valentines and as the words ring in the ears of the adored and hit the most softest spot ever, they melt and vow never to forget that poetry. I am looking for life... ¶ 8:32 PM
