Blog. Interesting word “Blog”. Well I guess this is my blog and welcome to it.
Blog. Twenty years ago if you had asked someone what a blog was they would have looked at you like you were from outer space. Then along came the world of cyber and low and behold there were blogs.
Blogs. I guess they are the worlds answer to advice columns and shrinks. It’s a way for people to speak out to the world. Let them know who they are how they feel, what they see, taste, hear, smell, touch. Communicate with other people. Maybe find people like themselves. Something to share, leave behind, let the world know that they were here and are here.
I first heard about blogs a quit some time ago. Maybe less. At first they didn’t interest me much. Sounded like a lot of nothing.
Talk, chatter, maybe a way to meet people. Then I got thinking about it.
About four years ago I thought I would write a book. “Ponderings of a mad man”, or “Your just jealous cause the voices are talking to me”, and it occurred to me, one night, that because these were just the ravings of a mad man and tended to float from one thing to another that the best way to get these thought to the world would be to take advantage of these “Blogs” and start putting my words and thoughts out there for the world to see.
I wanted to share my madness and see weather or not there were others out there like myself.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Monday, August 31, 2009
Pilgrimage
I recently watched a movie that began with someone going on a pilgrimage to fine him self and I got to thinking that isn’t that what life is. Nothing more then a pilgrimage to find who you are.
Who are you? Why are you here? What’s it all about? Where are you going? Are you going to make a difference? Does it make a difference? Can you make a difference? Do you want to make a difference? What do you want? What do you want out of this existence? What are you?
You really don’t have much choice on going on this little quest. It kind of gets thrust upon you. You cruse along for a few years and the next thing you know it’s “Here’s life go for it”.
And what is it we thirst for? Fame, fortune, success, honor, glory, recognition, understanding, love, good looks, prestige.
And when have we completed our journey? The only thing we know for sure is that we all wind up gone. Dust. Dead to the world.
So what is it we are looking for as we travel through space on this satellite called earth?
I myself have yet to find the answer. Although I must admit that I have found some treasures along the way. I think that the best things found this quest are love and friendship.
Who are you? Why are you here? What’s it all about? Where are you going? Are you going to make a difference? Does it make a difference? Can you make a difference? Do you want to make a difference? What do you want? What do you want out of this existence? What are you?
You really don’t have much choice on going on this little quest. It kind of gets thrust upon you. You cruse along for a few years and the next thing you know it’s “Here’s life go for it”.
And what is it we thirst for? Fame, fortune, success, honor, glory, recognition, understanding, love, good looks, prestige.
And when have we completed our journey? The only thing we know for sure is that we all wind up gone. Dust. Dead to the world.
So what is it we are looking for as we travel through space on this satellite called earth?
I myself have yet to find the answer. Although I must admit that I have found some treasures along the way. I think that the best things found this quest are love and friendship.
Monday, August 17, 2009
A Pondering
I had a pondering today.
I am not sure what started it and to be honest it isn’t the first time this pondering has crossed my mind.
My mind wandered to cemeteries and memorials and those who remember what those memorials are for and for whom.
It occurred to me that after a fashion who would remember.
There is a cemetery up the road from me. In it is a memorial to some members of my family.
At one time there were even some remains there. (You know bodies and such.) And I know for a fact that there are some ashes in a box.
I at this time am the last of my family to live in this area. I am the only one here who knows of these people, who they were, what they did.
What happens when I am gone?
And what about me? Or you? Or any one of us?
After a time and it may even be a short time who will look at that memorial in that cemetery and say I knew that person!
Really who’s going to remember? And truly who is going to care?
One hundred years from now will someone wandering through the woods.
Come across, in the middle of nowhere.
A
Cemetery.
And there amongst the worn and weathered and weary stones
Once bearing the names of someone,
will they say who was this person? What did they do? How did they live? Did they laugh? Did they love?
Who will be there to tell their story?
The stones are silent. Their voices muted by the passing of time
And so too with the passing of time wind and rain have carried off the only memory of whom this was.
I am not sure what started it and to be honest it isn’t the first time this pondering has crossed my mind.
My mind wandered to cemeteries and memorials and those who remember what those memorials are for and for whom.
It occurred to me that after a fashion who would remember.
There is a cemetery up the road from me. In it is a memorial to some members of my family.
At one time there were even some remains there. (You know bodies and such.) And I know for a fact that there are some ashes in a box.
I at this time am the last of my family to live in this area. I am the only one here who knows of these people, who they were, what they did.
What happens when I am gone?
And what about me? Or you? Or any one of us?
After a time and it may even be a short time who will look at that memorial in that cemetery and say I knew that person!
Really who’s going to remember? And truly who is going to care?
One hundred years from now will someone wandering through the woods.
Come across, in the middle of nowhere.
A
Cemetery.
And there amongst the worn and weathered and weary stones
Once bearing the names of someone,
will they say who was this person? What did they do? How did they live? Did they laugh? Did they love?
Who will be there to tell their story?
The stones are silent. Their voices muted by the passing of time
And so too with the passing of time wind and rain have carried off the only memory of whom this was.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
What's the answer?
So what's the answer? How do we fix this world that we have created? How do we improve this world this place we call home. This place called Earth. What are we to do with the thing we call life?
You see it on the news, read about it in the paper. You live it everyday. Day in and day out. You see it all around you. I am not saying it is all bad. For in no way is it. But I think that we as spirits on a human journey could somehow make the trip much easier for ourselves and each other.
Do we need to be blown back a hundred years and start from scratch or can we take what we have been given and make things better for all?
I at first thought that blowing us back was the solution however after speak with a friend on the matter it has come to my attention that "How would mankind survive?". Good point.
Those of us that have the skills and live outside the "Urban" community might have a chance however those inside the city walls. Those that have no idea how to survive without the grocery store, the gas station, cars, mail, computers, the internet, TV, cell phones, all those things that we take for granted. What would happen to them? Total chaos it’s true but what else?
How would the people within the walls of the city survive? Could they or would they be able to break the bonds that bind them to these meaningless things and continue to have what they might or do consider a good life. Would they be able to see the possibilities?
You see it on the news, read about it in the paper. You live it everyday. Day in and day out. You see it all around you. I am not saying it is all bad. For in no way is it. But I think that we as spirits on a human journey could somehow make the trip much easier for ourselves and each other.
Do we need to be blown back a hundred years and start from scratch or can we take what we have been given and make things better for all?
I at first thought that blowing us back was the solution however after speak with a friend on the matter it has come to my attention that "How would mankind survive?". Good point.
Those of us that have the skills and live outside the "Urban" community might have a chance however those inside the city walls. Those that have no idea how to survive without the grocery store, the gas station, cars, mail, computers, the internet, TV, cell phones, all those things that we take for granted. What would happen to them? Total chaos it’s true but what else?
How would the people within the walls of the city survive? Could they or would they be able to break the bonds that bind them to these meaningless things and continue to have what they might or do consider a good life. Would they be able to see the possibilities?
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