Wonderful Wonderment

I wake up with many ideas that are absurd and miniscule to the bigger picture, the word along with reality and with other things I try to ignore.

• How to rid my life of microwave use.
• Haven't had peanut butter in more than 15 days.
• Morning toast tasted like crap, like most toast I have toasted.
• Real butter...
• I wish I could take my birds with me. 

Nothing like a cold cup of coffee to start the day. However coffee is been consumed by me way too much because I have a coffee bean grinder now. Well I can't wait to get home, but I must. Work seems to be not as fun as the American smile sells it.

For the eye or mordor I make these signs.
One of my many. Another example of the limited free thought I endure. Today was slow. Yesterday was fast and busy. The changes that are coming from the great masters will cause much more pain in those not ignorant, but strengthen those who do not know. My slavery will be my freedom.

Working in the "Eye of Mordor" isn't always that bad. My job it to make signs. These signs promote the sales of my masters brew. He pays me well, and he allows me to think. Today I have sent logos to Matthew Knight Arena, since they will be selling my masters brew. I only have a couple signs today. I would like to be sent home to study sleep and such. But I am here. I am learning. My slavery will be my freedom.

>Coca-cola does save lives. I have not witnessed this directly, but I don't doubt it. This beautiful beverage is that only soda I will drink. Sadly I live in The U.S. of A. So that means all Cola is made with corn syrup as a substitute of sugar. Whenever I am in a different country I don't want to leave only because the real sugar flavor of Coke!

Learn about Coke!

It has been a long time since I have updated this blog. This winter has brought many things that which has retarded any progress on posting anything. But in the mean time I have been reading. This book is quite interesting, and is a wonderful English translation. I recommend.

Oktabre

Dear Readers,

October is one of my most favored months. Recently the feeling of Autumn has fallen upon me. My mind feels refreshed when I breathe the cool night air. Everything is silent and still, dying.

An idea that has come to my mind are the meanings in the words darkness, and light. Many times darkness is associated with heaviness and light is associated with weightlessness and transcending. I thought about these associations and found that I have different ideas for each. Light occurs during the day when there is noise, everything is moving, and the sun's light beats on the skin, so heavy it's not possible to look into the light. Darkness is a cool night. The air is thin and crisp. Everything is still, and the heaviness of this noisy world is gone.

Language

I was bored once in high school. So one class period I took notes of what my head was thinking. I was thinking of a language for fun....

This Vessel

Dear Readers,

I do not have a soul. I am a soul, and I have this vessel. This vessel which people call their bodies. They point their crooked figures at their bodies and cry out, "this is ME."

However, if they were to lay down and forget about their movements while listening to their thoughts. Then they will discover themselves...Their souls. Our soul never changes. Everyday it looks out our sorry eyes onto the mirror, watching our body age and change. What ugly, stinky, nasty vessels we have for our heavenly souls. I wonder if it is a test. We are given these bodies to see if we respect our souls. Like you would respect a beautiful vase that holds a precious rose. Our bodies are like anchors for our souls too. They anchor our souls to earth, keeping them from escaping to heaven. Thus, it is our bodies keeping our souls on earth so that they may be tested. It has come to my mind, as I wonder, that maybe our souls are put into these fleshy capsules to keep us (the souls) on earth. Of course as souls from heaven we love our God. But the test is, after a lifetime of being stuck in/on this hell that He created...will we return still loving our God.

A Letter to Others

Dear readers,

Let me place you into my mind. I have spoken with many people, animals, objects, Gods, and the dead. I have lost myself in my mind, and I have been lost in the minds of others. If the world were a pea I would squash it putting an end to this stage for which others use to boast out loud their personal triumphs, or they use it to put down the weak and kill them so that everyone can see the strength of the destroyer. Ah, what a fine stage this world is for the glorious materially enriched to exemplify that you are nothing more than the dirt they walk on.
A chamber of lies, I feel entrapped. Laughingly I hold my hand in front of me, FAKE! How is this real? Only because I see it? Then I bite my hand which in turn my conscience reports that indeed this hand, real or not, is apart of me and these messages are relaid by the pain I inflict on myself.
This reminds me of a sad antidote I hear often; You only know that your real by the pain you feel. Sad souls love to use this line. Embracing theirs woes that which numbs their emotions. Therefore is pain the only cure to feeling existence? HA! What a over used idea, and a pity so many follow this mind set. Only if some crazed loony where to come behind them with a feather and tickle the back of their neck. HA! They couldn't help but laugh. I am sure of it, and what would they make of that? True one can not help feeling the razor cutting the flesh, but isn't true that one can not help to feel being tickled?
Readers I leave you with some food for your minds. Why is it when we want to feel we always seek pain to ensure our existence, when a laugh from a tickle can and will ensure our existence in times of worry and woe. Why must we always continue to look down when we fall?

The Sign

The Sign of Peace destroys the face of the wicked.