Quiet and Alone Man

It disgusts me to think, as I sit silently and ponder, that every step deeper I take in thought, is a step well worn by many others. Everything I could feel has been felt by so many fingers that it is probably considerably less perfect now than when it was first felt, in the first heart, in the first mind. It's almost as if living a life of simple impulse and basic want and need would be more humane, more organic, more right. But what a waste then of a mind that does so much more than that. Selfish, yes, but I think selfish needs are also basic ones, so perhaps it is a synthesis.

It irks me ever more as I find the more I realize, the more pretentious it makes every further thought. Not on purpose, just by association. Each step towards enlightenment brings you further from the common man, and into the realm of what those also seeking to be enlightened define as important. Where as those who are enlightened, they are not to be found. They are hiding in plain sight. They are so beyond your comprehension of what the truth of happiness is about, that you who seek the hardest for it, would be blind to them if they shook your hand.

That is why love is all there is. Love is the only contribution you could possibly have.

What is the point of splitting atoms if you cannot find clean water? What is the point of fixing a car if people could just as well walk? Every point has counter-point, and every action, even well-wished ones, could, and oftentimes will, lead to negative results, for someone. Happiness or sadness are things that make your core, like the core of the Earth, and the other emotions are in a constant motion across your awareness. Like the plates, constantly shifting. This lack of stability does not make each feeling worthless, but makes each one important. Does that make sense? Does rejoicing in every happy moment make it okay to say that bad moments are just a test of your patience until another happy moment arises? No. It does not justify. But yet, saying that sad moments are important is somehow impossible to accept. So let's not.

The only thing I could think that you could do is try to be a positive for another person. In a world defined by our imaginary rules, imaginary money, imaginary government, imaginary property, all that truly exists are humans. We are all the man behind the curtian, operating Oz.

That is why God must also be love, and mercy. If he is not, what is his point? Admittedly, life can have no purpose. You might feel no purpose. Only very few hear voices, and even less listen to them. But if you can focus on love, on being a positive for another, you can move on. You could get obsessive and begin to lose focus, but do not be every male in history. Do not try to remake the world "better." We all know where that leads. Simply accept that you must live, you must work, you might even want to contribute, but know that in the larger view of time and space and history as a linear thing, your only true accomplishment, will be those who you made to feel loved.

Like Justin told me, playing the songs on ...Is A Real Boy defeats the purpose of ...Is A Real Boy because they are about how terrible people are who get attention for trivial musical tastes of the moment...like those songs themself. So this thinking itself defeats itself.

So give up.

Be simple, and mean well.

All you can do is love, and try to assist someone else. If you fail, you can honestly say you tried and meant well.

Smoochie says, "You can't change the world, but you can make a dent in it."

Don't compromise.

Don't give up if you do compromise.

Don't believe that you are more or less than anything else.

Love.

Love as much as you can.