I guess I can only react to the stupidity and silliness of the human species for so long. At some point I apparently decided that no matter how low human futility and folly sinks, it was never going to end. I now just make note of it and move along with my day. I did write a couple of thousand words about the Boston Marathon and the ensuing insanity. I railed against the cruelty people inflict on others for reasons of religion, politics, and just because they want to. Typed hard and fast. Really let it all out - all my sadness and anger. I re-read it, sat back and realized I had been here before writing in anger and sadness. Many times before. I realized Life was nothing but a series of recurring comedic and tragic events unfolding in different locations. I thought, why give a shit? Nothing I write, say or do will have much effect on the big bad world outside the local confines of the one I exist in everyday.
Seems with each year I toss onto the pile of years I already have, I give less of a shit about the World. It didn't listen to me all those years I tried to push it in positive direction. It refused my help and apparently seems to content to turn down any aid I might come up with in the future.
The planet has it's own agenda. I know that now. I probably knew that way back when, but I just had to add my voice to the deafening roar of all the other voices trying to steer the species onto the right path. Humanity is untidy, selfish, kind, and oftentimes very, very brutal. No other animal has the capacity for mindless maliciousness like Man does. To be fair though, I guess no other animal on the planet has the capacity for generosity and kindness to the degree humans do.
This ability to be both kind and ruthless may or may not be a result of being at the top of the food chain. I am fairly certain being sentient has something to do with it. I will say without some kindness to offset the brutality at different times, this planet would either be total Hell or like having Sunday dinner everyday at your Aunt Betty's house. Pleasant, but one day a week is enough.
So Humanity...........Keep on keeping on. At least you are not boring.
Later...............................................
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I could have written this post. In fact, I did...a similar one, but unposted. I have concluded that what I have to say about human beings is moot. Moot, irrelevant...useless. We are our own evil...and good. It is in our genes. I cannot change that by uttering the same words repeatedly. So, screw it.
Maybe we're all arriving at the same conclusion, this is what it is to be human. Except it's gotten worse because there are so many of us on the planet, and we have such crazy countless ways to kill each other. I don't write much about it because it is pointless. Just trying to leave a small footprint on our way.
One can only control the actions of the self, and I demand that I spend my time spacing out and listening to tunes.
Mike:
This sounds like BBC. Is he your ghost writer for today, or are you potentially morphing into him?
PipeTobacco
jadedj - Yeah, this blogging thing certainly seems to be an exercise in futility if we expect real change of any kind to happen as a result of the words we write as individuals. But I guess there might be some sort of minimal affect on World wide events if enough of us are blogging the same concerns.
robin andrea - No problem for me leaving a small foot print. I wear 9 1/2 EE shoes.....But I do walk heavy.
Randal Graves - Demand? Demand all you want Pilgrim. You want Personal Tune Time, well, you have to take it and then hopefully not get caught.
Pipe Tobacco - I did channel him for sure with this post. But I left out the "monkeys" part.
Interesting picture.
BBC - That is a picture of a heavy dew on top of a massive spider web network that forms every year on the Juniper next to the garage. The channel that runs on the top leads to one of the many spider dens. The web was so dense, the water pooled in places. Very odd confluence of events. But made for some interesting kodak moments.
Amazing picture.
I keep reading stuff that makes me furious and know I should quit. I find writing about it even worse and don't do much of it anymore.
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