In The Land Of The Blind

January 19, 2009

In The Land of the Blind...

In the land of the blind, the one eyed man is king.

We're all sitting on our collective asses, watching them grown rounder and we can't figure out why we're here, what we're doing, and what we do next. Who am I? Why am I here? What the f*ck is going on?

Don't blame me - you signed on for this.

Man. I've spent so much time riding the wave that I forgot to step out and smell the flowers. I mean, there's a reason we're here and now, kids. If ye be seeking excitement and adventure, then have I got a deal for you.
I know what you're feeling - sort of. All I can say that I'm an artist, dammit! Creating things is where I get my "what for". The Flow, chi, prana - all good and right and friggin' dy-no-mite! What gets your brain switched off and your mind switched on. You need that - crack for the soul.

The Reason for Being:
Call me what you will, and you'll be wrong. I like to think I am an "Artist", but I define myself by an anchor of opinion. If a tree falls in the forest, and there's no one there to hear it, I don't get to be an Artist. In Reality, I just am. No points of comparison - I am unique, as we all are. Understand - you can never live up to an ideal. When you categorize, you make assumptions which may or not be True. Your personality and sense of who you are is made up of a whole lot of assumptions. The reason you're miserable and fumbling for answers is you have intuitive knowledge that there's a universe of assumptions.

Then you start to understand the concept of Infinite.

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You can feel it in everything - there's a wave coming. History doesn't help us - we're in uncharted waters here. The Powers That Be ("PTB Inc. - We OWN You!") always puts out it's "A" game, but lately it seems a bit forced, rushed. Government-subsidized friggin' DIGITAL television?! Intake and output, psychological profile, cataloged and risk-assessed for your protection. Their protection. PTB Inc. seems to be suffering the same market downturn that their mechanisms down here on Terra Firma are afflicted with. Time to roll out the Big Guns and get to work pulling in their recruits for the new easier-to-digest Grand Plan. It's all or nothing at this point - the end of the Act.

People are waking up. Newborns. The PTB Inc. Acquisition Department is in overdrive, and you're going to be tempted by the low, low sticker price. Be a selfish bastard. Be YOU. You want to help your fellow man? Help them to be THEMSELVES.

You are not PROPERTY. You are not OWNED. Their is no lien on you, no unrecoverable debt. By Church or by Congress ye shall be OWNED. Say it ain't so -- no, really. Say it ain't so. And it won't be.

No, Billy can NOT come out to play.

Your pain is that you're missing the point - we came here to ride this one out. Me personally, I'd like to head on down the trail like Slim Pickins in Dr. Strangelove. Yee haw, y'all.

The smallest step forward is infinitely greater than no step taken at all.

Start walking...