HouseMates

This little flickering planet
is such a lonelyspark
Among the million mighty fires
That blaze in the outer d a r k,

The homeless waste about us

Leaves such a narrow span
To this dim lodging for a n i g h t,
This bivouac of man,

That all the heavens wonder
In all their alien s t a r s
To see us wreck out fellowship
In mad fraternal wars

And they Sung on High.

Twice I walked by the chapel of the school today in the dark. And the first time I noticed through the window someone was at the piano playing something and all I did was just pass by and listened to the piano as I did. I though 'Hey that's nice sounding.'

The second time I was walking by I heard the piano again, but I could no longer see it, but the backs of all these people. You can only imagine what so many people are doing, you only imagine till you can see or hear it that is. The people were singing of course. You think it's one of those duh moments, but it's night and it's Thursday so yeah? But this time I stopped because I like to listen to these sort of things. People singing for something that they believe in is always better then how people sing when they are just trying to be famous. After time a person can lose the original passion they had when they started out as an artist or what not.

What this is really about is if you are lost, if you don't know where to go, go back to the beginning go back to where you came from. Though those weren't the best days those are the days that hold what you are looking for. So Obviously take hold of your past to obtain your future and do it with all you have. Show your passion in all aspects of your life and you will most likely be happy. Happy with yourself, but not necessarily the world, you don't need to be happy with the world just happy with your own personal world.

Try it.

The Indie Rock the Block.

The days have passed since the time of free love, when socially awkward dancing was the norm. Only now the free love has faded and the clothing has changed. Now the children of those days have children of their own which roam around under this beat. Now it isn't fields they occupy, but closed down avenues. The socially awkward dance moves through the crowd, like a part of their being, like cloth and fabric flowing.

The music still burns the ears with passionate songs of nothing and the drums still threaten to over take your heart beat. It is all welcome. And as you walk away your ears are deaf to the sounds of the "real" world and you smile.

Silence

Slowly it all goes silence. This silence comes in waves on falling flakes. And from these comes stillness. And both silence and stillness echo each other. With one comes another because silence only happens when stillness happens.

Movement speaks louder volumes then the voice.

The Meaning of Life. human life that is.

The question of life and the meaning of it will start with a dictionary definition. When looking through the dictionary it was all defined as:

The process of being alive.

Giving the word no philosophical meaning. When it comes down to personal opinion the word is more of an emotion. The meaning in life can only be brought from your own personal opinion. Everyone's life means something different. Since human potential is limitless so is their meanings. Meaning is unpalpable, untangible, sometimes unreasonable or unbelievable. With cognitive thought comes want. And from want comes need. We want to feel more important and we need to have meaning.

An animals meaning to live is survival. They eat, breed and that's about it. Human's survival game never comes close to natures. The only thing that will truly survive is that which learned to outrun humans and their power plays. In essence we are meaningless beings with which we are just a run on the ladder of evolution. We created gods in fear of this meaninglessness. To give ourselves the hope of worth. And so the issue of god is He is made from fear to give people meaning and hope.

The voices.

Life is played around the actions and the words. Even words you won't say. The words you keep from others, our inner voice which says what you really think while the voice on the outside pleases those around. Metaphorically speaking the words we say are the mask we show society while the things we hide can be seen by people who are removed from the role of society and placed in the role of a friend. If I gave myself freedom to say what was really on my mind to those around me, I might tell them everything. I would tell everything if society didn't exist. If connection wasn't real, but it's easy to hide in the skirt tails of society.

'Things'

Things you choose are usually better then what someone else would choose for you. What's the point of doing something to please someone that is not yourself?