Dreams, Psychedelia and Illusions

It's a lie

2010-05-20T03:03:00.000-07:00

What if? What if nothing was real and everything was a creation within our minds? Isn't that possible? It is, we have dreams we can't differentiate from reality. Whose to say that this very moment is a dream. Everything i'm writing isn't that all an illusion. You, the audience aren't you an illusion?

I don't know if anyone actually reads this stuff. I doubt i even read it myself. I write everything without actually thinking about it. I guess i'm trying to convince myself that life isn't an illusion. If i thought about it would that not make it easier for me to deceive myself. To make myself believe that i am wrting something when in actual fact i am not.

Or maybe i write without thinking so i don't disappoint myself. Atleast this way i have an excuse for writing stuff which barely makes sense and lacks in logic. I guess i'll never know. That's what life is about, trying to find out something you can never know

How do you know that this isn't an illusion. Isn't reading this blog actively taking part in deceiving yourself. Think about it. How do you know that there is an author behind these words? How do you know that the author isn't infact your imagination? How real are the words that your read. There are hidden behind a screen, supposedly written by someone through another screen, transported from thousands of miles away depending on where you live. Then instantaneously, give or take a few micro seconds received by the "reader".

Imagination reignited

2010-05-14T06:18:00.001-07:00

Free my soul from the anguish of the misery i drowned in. They say the day you stop being a child is the day you lose meaning. The day you stop being a child is the day the world stops spinning, everything becomes stationery: waiting for he second coming of the childhood. The wait lasts an eternity, an eternity more than the precious moments you have left.

Childhood is not merely immaturity, it is a lack of hatred, a lack of apathy. It is the time when only your imagination guides you, no external forces sanction your creative will. Of course your parents try to keep you in line, to limit your imagination. This is where it all goes wrong, it all goes downhill. When doctrines are forced into your precious sponge-like minds; doctrines you will never forget. You may not believe in them, you may rebel. But the fact remains these doctrines remain a part of you till you reach the end of your mortal destination

Religion, habits and everything permanent is created in the childhood mind. It applies to everyone because it applies to me. I am just another mortal no different in speech, thought or appearance than everyone else.

I am 6 billion tiny voices, projecting one view, you are 6 billion voices projecting your own view. Do we really want these voices to be mechanical, without imagination and apathetic. Do we really want to let the warmth of our childhood fade away as the minutes become hours, the hours days and the days weeks. Why let time wear our imagination, she can have our physical features, because at the end of the day they mean nothing (they are merely a shell of who we truly are). She can have our minds, because they only brew conflict, but not the thing which makes us human

Justifying Right and Wrong

2010-05-08T07:45:00.000-07:00

Starting point of any story is it’s beginning, that’s normal human progress, then gradually with time this beginning slowly metamorphose into the body of the story; the part which builds the setting for the climax (excuse the pun) then we reach the conclusion (or the pun), well people are a lot more capable of drawing up a conclusion if you know what I mean and others tend to fade away, but that’s beside the point.

The point I’m trying to make is this is all normal human progress (if you thought it was something else then clearly your mind is far from clean) and anything contrary to this is not normal right?...I don’t know…Is everything that clear cut, is anything clear cut to begin with, I mean not everything follows the normal human progression, it all depends on the situation and the individual in question... you do agree with me right? This structured existence so to speak, is nothing but a fictitious scale used to measure our lives.

Everyone’s view is subjective in the same way as everyone’s life is subjective to the confines of their capacities and so on. But exactly how different are we? Can you have an ending without a beginning; can your life begin with a climax and end with an introduction? I can’t answer these questions infact I doubt anyone can you would probably all come up with different answers…that doesn’t really matter. What matters is how you justify your view, if you can reasonably justify whatever answer you come up with (not just for this question, but life in general) without using generalization or personal views and instead engaging the outlet of your rationality then surely you are right regardless of the consequences and motives of your actions

However that is not to say Hitler was right in killing Jews e.t.c if he could reasonably justify his actions because there are universal rights and wrongs. Things we all accept as right or wrong, these transcend culture, religion and other subjective factors they are derived purely from reason and normal human experience. “Do not kill” because we value human life and hold it as something sacred.

But like everything else this too is limited by other factors. For example do not kill unless your life is under threat. There is no clear cut moral solution to such situations, infact there probably isn’t any right way to do things, all we can do is really on the outlet of our reason.

Something Fresh

2010-05-03T07:01:00.000-07:00

Okay so my feeble attempt to ride the success of other people’s names didn’t work. Who would have seen that coming? Or maybe I just chose the wrong names I mean come on (this is me talking to myself) everybody writes about those people. It’s like trying to use Oprah’s name to become famous. Or recreating Facebook, this has been done. Infact it’s been overdone.

We need something fresh, something to make the kids crazy. If I didn’t dislike that Bieber kid’s music so much I would talk about him.

I was watching this show on T..V about weird diets, like how some people “dumpster dive” to save money and eat bugs for nutrition…puts a brand new meaning on the phrase “eating shit for breakfast”. I suppose one man’s meat is another man’s poison, literally. What a weird world

Enough about that, time to get back to the matter at hand. I don’t quite remember what it is I guess it wasn’t that important.

I feel inspired, I have a sudden urge to write about anything the only problem is when I have this inspiration I usually have nothing to write about. Have you ever wondered why some days you wake us happier and more lively than other days? It’s as though you just wake up with a smile within you, a smile which reflects on your perspective of the day. I suppose there is some truth to the notion that life is what you make of it. It’s not altogether bad. When your sub-conscious decides to provide some positivity to yourself then it acts as a domino theory…

You know the phrase smile and the world will smile at you? What a load of crap! Try walking around with a smile on your face and see how the world will “smile” back at you. I think that in most cases smiling is redundant; I mean really think about it. In most cases the smiles we portray are merely facades, I don’t really feel like elaborating on this matter so till the next time my words unite with this blog. Goodbye

Commercial Post

2010-05-01T12:58:00.000-07:00

I was thinkin about what it takes to have a million views in one day. Is that even possible after all i'm just another person with nothing interesting to talk about, my life isn't tha interesting and i'm not a celebrity. Then it got me thinking.. What if i write about Perez Hilton. I mean after all he gets probably a million hits every time he posts something about someone. So if i taged his name, that would mean my post would pop up on google everytime someone decided to search for Perez, only problem is i don't know much about this Perez dude.

Infact i thought he was Paris Hilton's brother or something (because of the surname). Then it finally occured to me that he probably isn't (didn't really occur to me. I just happened to google his name). So as i was saying if people see my post along with his name i should get about 1% of his readership. Its a self produced theory with no basis whatsoever, but do you honestly think those people who draw up statistics have an idea of what their doing, ofcourse not. They just pay them because they have the right degrees and the right parents. Its how the world works.

Its like getting into showbiz, if you don't have the looks then surely you're destined for failure. How many ugly people do you see in adverts or in movies, well with the exception of that Cruise dude, why he became a star god knows.

Even if i my theory was true, who knows how. That would only give me about 10000 views and that's not even close to a million unless you're using another system of numbers unknown to me and the rest of the sane world. I could throw in other names like, Katrina Kaif, (i don't know who that is, i just saw her/his/its name on google) and the i-pad. I should just type i-pad until i run out of space

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Finding it

2010-04-30T10:40:00.000-07:00

Have i lost something, because i'm searching for something. I don;t know how many times i've wrote about this, but what else is there to write about. What is more important than finding yourself. It is in no way selfish. It affects the world, not because i'm special, actually i am anything but special, i am merely a shadow; the one who dwells in the background, the layer which is covered by the majority.

They say finding yourself is finding the truth, the universe unfolds itself right in front of your eyes. We spend billions, sending ships to the moon and all other places, yet the answers lie right in front of us, the guy/girl sitting next to you, the sales person, the shop attendant, you. That is all tha matters in this world. Finding the humanity; the link, or as i like to call it the "greater self" that which trully unites us on a large scale should be our focus.

Its not an easy task, i know, then again nothing is easy, life was not designed to be easy. The world easy is subjective your experience and arrogance. Easy is a symptom of weakness, the weakness which creates disunity between us. We need to weed out that weakness. We need to find the "greater self". I need to find myself

RE RUN

2010-04-29T11:09:00.001-07:00

I think it's a sad sight to reduce this blog to some sort of plea to get at least one reader. Sad as it may, it is something i have to do. So it got me thinking what is it that people want to hear. Is it baseless, unconstructive, self-indulgent and narrow minded advice on how to be an over night success? Is it relationship advice? or is it gossip about celebrities. I thought about this for about a minute or less and decided to talk about all teh above mentioned. Firstly here's a tip which is bound to work, 1.) find something to sell (you can't have a business without products to sell), 2.) get a buyer (i would offer you tips on how to advertise effectively, but not now) okay i have exhausted that exhaustingly boring subject. Now i turn to relationships, if you want to have a good relationship follow these tips. 1) Your partner is always right (eliminates the constant arguments over issues which you regard as senseless). 2.) Open your mouth only when you need to, they say silence is golden thus to polish the art of a perfect relationship try to remain silent for the most part. 3)All good things come to an end. I am by nature pessimistic so i don't really see the pount of allocating your time, resources and energies on any person. People have a tendency of letting each other down, expect that in advance. I will not delve into the celebrity gossip subject least i hang myself in disguist

Something to think about

2010-04-27T10:37:00.000-07:00

Another day, another dream, another rude awakening. Everything happens so fast, we never have to time to enjoy the moment to take it in, to eternalize it. Maybe its happening a little too fast, maybe this isn't what life is supposed to be. How do we know what life is supposed to be? What do we compare it to? Who's the benchmark? What is the purpose?

Everyday this questions linger in my ever searching mind, useless questions, they don't make me any better, they don't make me anymore intelligent, if anything they highlight my stupidity. Living in an eternity of self- pity. Nothing is sadder than self-pity. its such a weak trait, escaping this foul resemblence of death is nearly impossible.

They say we are free, the world is free, what are we free from? I'm not free from myself, are you? Are you free from anything, when we are imprisoned by our leaders. We work for them, we do their bidding. We sing songs to praise them. Some praise themselves.

Hubris is a step towards your own demise

Perception

2010-04-26T12:35:00.000-07:00

Happiness is self deception. at least that's what i believe. It all appears to be some sort of illusion, a childhood dream if you may. One the world does not want to wake up from. I don't quite blame them. Nothing is more blissful than this dream, this illusion if you may

Sometimes i think that dreams should replace reality. Everyday should be governed by the structures of dreams, nothing would hurt, everything would be manufactured. It kind of mirrors "reality" in the sense that everything is manufactured, it is a fabrication of what we are told to believe and what we want to see. Part of being human is being able to blind yourself from the whole picture, closing the truth to the extent that it becomes nothing but a mirrored image of what we want it to be.

I guess this is how we craft our own reality. The truth is largely subject to our personal interpretation, we make the truth into what we want it to be. Nothing is true, nothing it all, not in this sense because it is only true to the individual who happens to construct this personal perspective.

There is no such thing as a lie then. Everything seemingly wrong can be justified by the individual who happens to believe in that particular notion which is why you can never disprove religion. Nothing can be disproved nothing at all

Confrontations in the mind

2010-04-25T12:17:00.000-07:00

i am war, i am peace, i fight i die, i lose i win. I am that which cannot be called out, yet each day time calls me to pay my dues. I owe the world nothing, it owes me my existence. I chose nothing, yet i choose to live each day. I write from the depth of my heart yet noone listens. I shout from the highest mountains and no ear is touched. I call it the silence of the noise, the decibels without recognition. The mouth without reputation. I rely on nothing, not on water not on air, for i am the living dead. The corpse of the battlefield and the guard of eternity. The son who is blessed by the same stone which curses him

I'm tired of living in this paradoxical existence, nothing is stable except for the elements of contradiction. My mind isn't comforted by anything, infact i worry about its state. This world is intoxicating. There is nothing to trust besides that change will occur and when this change does occur will i...will you be able to face it? Will you be able to stare into the eyes of the strange? Into the uncomforting image that offers nothing but instability, fundamentally paradoxical and built to destroy

I suppose the world by its very existence is paradoxical. The moon lights up the sky in the middle of the night. The sun distorts our eyesight. It goes against logic, maybe my idea of logic is wrong. It would explain a lot. That would offer clarity to what i see and say

Cry to the world

2010-04-23T11:21:00.000-07:00

A voice, a sound, a breath, a footstep edging closer. It is nearing, can you hear it, can you feel it, can you see it. trust not your senses dear friend for individually they lie to you, they lead you to false belief. They are chaotic, if you let them rule, they conquer you.

Look at the blind man, he has absorbed his sight; he has internalized it. he no longer needs the facility of his eyes to see, for he can see from within. Have you heard the saying "there is none so blind as those who refuse to see", the blind man cannot refuse, sight is a sense he has to earn. Unlike the rest of us, he is not born with sight (or in some cases he loses this sight in the progression of life). But we have the choice. Its up us to decide whether we choose to see the attrocities, whether we turn a blind eye to the starving, the weak, the hopeless. It is up to us to see the evils we have brought upon ourselves.

But what can we do about them,. what can we do, when tears do not feed the hungry, when tears do not clothe the naked or shelter the homeless. What can we do? A lot, each voice, has an audience, each audience an ear and a will to act. When each of these voices shout the world trembles slightly, if we all shouted simultaneously the world would be moved

To the joys that set my heart on fire

2010-04-21T06:22:00.000-07:00

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The ones who paves my heart with fire, the feet which tore my limbs apart. Those were the days when my innocence prospered, the virtues of my tender youth, my infancy led me to a paradise, a transient one. A paradise i would only enjoy for a moment. Then the cruelties of reality set in

Age leveled the pretence, the world grew bitter, the sour taste in my mouth is no longer the after taste of a fun filled day, but the hatred that grows within. The indifference towards myself and humanity.

The days number years now, i forget how many they are, i know they never stop, the clock never gives me a break, instead it chases me on an on, until that day when i will not be able to run any longer

2010-04-20T14:57:00.000-07:00

Time: yesterday tomorrow

2010-04-20T01:25:00.000-07:00

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Time: wasted. Every minute wasted by our incapability to exist in the present. At any point in time, we are either in the past or in the future, never in the present. There is no now, it has become a dimension we cannot access, it has been consumed by the black hole of our desire to live outside the present. Why do I say this you may ask?

It is a good question. Why? We never live in the moment, we dwell on things past, on broken promises, on hurtful relationships, on betrayals. These things dictate our behavior, we make decisions based on our experiences. You would probably say that this is natural, but is it? Nothing is more natural than an infant, it is untouched by our impurity, by the “knowledge” of humanity, by experiences. Only an infant can attain true happiness, only an infant can trust one without any doubt.

Then there is the virus of tomorrow, the vile belief of procrastination, believing that tomorrow will bring the answers. Tomorrow never comes, in a few hours the future will not be the future, it will be the present and since we cannot live in the present we will set our minds forth beyond the clock. We shall envision a landscape in the future, a landscape we can never exist in. Tell me what is the point to it all?

Drifting into the unknown

2010-04-17T13:21:00.000-07:00

drifting... i have been floating about the cloud of the unknown, searching for more answers. I guess that's all i ever do; i search. It all feels pointless like the path i walk leads me to nowhere, yet i cling on hoping for something to change

The thing is life never changes, everything remains the same, from the bitter taste of defeat to the cold heart longing for some warmth, some sense of self. The sense of self to comfort this cold heart. This heart which lack warmth with each struggle it endures. The war can't last forever, something has to give.

I'm almost certain i will never find what i'm looking for, whenever it seems as though the answer is at my fingertips slowly that feeling slips away and i'm stuck in the same rut i have always been in. I don't care if i don't make sense, it doesn't matter, nothing matters, not the fact that we are alive, nothing at all.

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2010-04-17T01:00:00.001-07:00

Words are meaningless

2010-04-16T07:12:00.000-07:00

Words that tear
Words that harm
Words that kill
Are words for some

We abuse each other with words, unbeknown to us the words carry the potency of bomb. Sticks and stones might break your bones, but words they harm your soul. And what is more painful than pain from within. You can bandage physical pain, how do you bandage the pain within. Does anyone have the answers? Does anyone know the truth, I doubt it very much. Its time the war ends, its time we disarm our verbal arsenal, because at the end of the day we are one, inseparable as humanity and barely separable as individuals. Does what i say make any sense?

Ironic that these meaningless words are the same words i use to write on my blog. I should give it all up, this flawed communication medium. I'm not quite sure what i'll use, i doubt the keyboard has enough non-letter characters to accomodate my needs. Samuel Beckett coined it well, this language is a pile of trash.

One line

2010-04-15T14:01:00.000-07:00

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I feel as though i should write about something, i don't quite know what that something is. One could say i am experiencing an episode where the mind cannot conceive any relevant thoughts. I don't know what they should be relevant to. Is it pop culture? the constantly evolving media machine which thrills and bores us with routine mind tricks and subtle uninteresting "intelligence". Is it the one liner songs we hear day in day out on radio, without any meaning.

Imagine a world with only one line phrases, if you could sum up everything with one simple line, every single thing. Wouldn't life be easier? You would walk into an exam or a meeting and brief your colleagues or examination paper with one line

What if you could sum your life up in one line? What would that one line be?

A little book i read

2010-04-14T05:17:00.000-07:00

The definition of life: the same activity day in day out. There is no rest from this "job", it consumes everything in its past, it even consumes itself. There is no colour, nothing, the world is grey. Reality is grey.

We can seek pleasure but the pleasure we seek is not the end we seek, it is merely the means to achieve the end which is as yet unkown to us. The search never stops

Kind of reminded me of a book i read from Friederick Nietzche (in my view he is one of the greatest philosophers if not the greatest), it is unrelated but it was interesting. He said women are the means in which men seek to have children, to assure the continuity of their legacy. Then he asked what are men to women, he didn't really answer that question (Thus Spake Zarathustra)

2010-04-13T11:27:00.001-07:00

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What is greatness

2010-04-13T10:27:00.000-07:00

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Greatness is lust, it is the need that can never be contained. The want in which we seek what is seemingly impossible. It is a path many walk, but only a few complete. It is a life worth lived through the misfortune and hardship that comes along with it.

Dear Friend greatness is that part of humanity which outlives our bodies, it exists beyond us yet is within us. We all have it, atleast a glimpse of it. When we look within ourselves in the darkest of times we see it, the shining light, the light which transcends the vacuum of our existence. Greatness is something to believe in, it is a religion on its own, a faith based system. We cannot see it, we cannot touch it, we only feel it through belief. Belief in the self and that within that self lies something greater than the self.

Walk the path, act it, talk it. Is that what they tell you? It is not so superficial, it is not the amount of money you can earn, it is beyond that, it is beyond everything we hold dear in our hearts. Infact it tears our hearts. When you reach that level your heart is reborn, a new beginning is thrust upon you and for that moment of greatness you achieve something no one else has…you live forever

2010-04-12T13:26:00.001-07:00

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The battle of souls

2010-04-12T13:17:00.000-07:00

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I open my arms to those who open their hearts. My fists remain clinched until you reach out for a hand shake, i'm not an initiator, life has taught us (me and all who are like me) to take a back seat, to remove oneself from the vile clutches of the remorseless heartbreakers. They steal everything within you

Their blades run down the spines of the alive, they tear us apart. I choose not to fight them, i don't believe in war, neither do i in peace. Only dumb animals don't fight, fighting is essential in stimulating change, yet that change has a way of consuming itself into the darkness.

Revolutionaries become dictators, like Castro, they believe that they are greater than the land, that patriotism should be directed towards them as they are the fathers of the land, the creators, the almighty

2010-04-12T13:16:00.000-07:00

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