sensitivity must give way to relativity. for ages my brain, and by this i mean nature, has been working feverishly to filter out things, and now here i come with my mind and say “hey, let me see what you are hiding”. then bam, i am instantly overloaded with way too much crap and now i have to sit here and think to myself, well now what did that mean, and “am i digging into this too deep”. i think this is what they are talking about when they say ignorance is bliss.
but only fools would remark in that manner. innocence is bliss, and no body can deny that.
given an opportunity, and i drop it. silence at one minute when there was supposed to be interjection. and then a misplaced jumble when silence would have proved serene.
damn man. there must be a girl involved, otherwise stuff like this wouldn’t phase you.
didn’t you just finish saying “everything is in it’s proper place”? and it is. you can’t deny that. even this petty shit you are squabbling over is menial. let it go. the tao is in charge. it was her dharma to let you out first so she could have her longer. so they can talk about you. and giggle. yet i didn’t let her go with the right vibration. i left it wrong. unsettled. ambiguous. you are feeding off her energy. she is ambiguous, you are like the moon, so near mars. keep your head on your shoulders in charge. and i do for the most part. only when it really builds up do i slip. and fall. and now, this is what you must pay for. eternity. you chose this path, so stop sniffling.
endure.
she’s the one. yeah, you’ve said that a dozen times. perhaps this is the thirteenth? yeah, you’ve said that a dozen times.
the sign was pretty telling though. fire over water. you saw it. pele winked at you. you wanted to see pele winking.
it was odd. a whole day spent with her, yet hardly any energy exchanged. at least not in the way you are familiar. perhaps you are blind to what happened. perhaps this is the change you’ve been looking for but never saw. i feel that the more you think about it, the more it obscures any truth that you hope to find. let it go. find your dharma. what is is. there’s nothing to fight. if she leaves thinking about you all night, then hey, maybe she’ll return. and don’t let the thought that “they never do” get in there. cause some do. the worthy ones. and you have to learn to let the rest go. vamoose. gone. no use crying over a steam rolled heart fed to the carrion and defecated upon for the shear vileness of the wicked abyss. no. you must stay positive. yes.
don’t even follow up with her. the ball’s in her court. you’ve initiated the computer, now let the program run. trust in the boot disk. trust in the hardware manual. your operating system will load. and if it doesn’t. it won’t matter anyway.

this book i am listening to just presented an interesting angle. cursed, not that i couldn’t live, but that i could not die!
oai

seeing the signs. my brain can associate anything nowadays.

hey, and you thought you were mad. nah, leave it to the trumps to beat the royalty. power that can never be diminished, only diluted.
one book has turned into three. and today i garnered my first intern. me, a teacher, esteemed enough to obtain voluntary obedience. obscure would fit here.
even with the cold wind off the mountain and a date after sunup, she’s not single and neither are you. let’s pair. merge our duality without difference. the union of the elusive set. all consumed into the backdrop of oblivion.
saving the biological animal before we save the mechanical. the circuitry that led us to meeting the false god of expectations. the myopic opinion that never saw acceleration as depletion, but instead painted it with prosperity and progress. the p’s of death. crossed and crucified. steeped in our own sins. boiled by arrogance and abandonment of source.
a bit here, a bit there, pretty soon you got a byte, and then you’ll need something to eat.
sometimes it’s facebook worthy.

the plus side of staying positive. an experiment in neuro linguistic programming.

your first paragraph talks about wheel theory. the axle is the only part that spins, yet it’s stationary.

in the perfect computer, the hardware is not separate from the software. it’s the current that flows between it. i had to add that sentence for mystical allure. i’m not even sure if it’s true.

they talk about, in kaballist creation, that you imagine a geometric structure (struct lol, though the noun _container_ may be more appropriate) around a central point following a series of procedures (lolzzz), once the structure is complete (ie defined in dimensional space), then you set that point in motion (ie, become a verb within the context of a noun, _context_ again being appropriate) within this shell (# lol) and that becomes life. all too similar to the boot cycle of a computer. and loading the first program.

my body can sense that i am on the edge of something. http://cl.ly/267c7c07de4f9b0e2b51 i hope you have keynote 09. and i hope i can massage coherence with a flexible adapter pattern.

which that brings up an interesting rabbit hole. i assemble some data in some order, it’s perfect, but if your program doesn’t recognize it, we’re bunk. what is correctness?

to address your article, i want to draw a cartoon showing my dad’s generation (and of course, it started before him so he doesn’t have to absorb all the wrath) gobbling up all the natural resources that were so abundant they literally shot out of the ground. sitting on it and hoarding what they’ve collected and rabidly collecting at an even accelerated pace still today. then i enter the cell. he says to me “go get some like i have” but it’s already gone. (“pull over”; “i am pulled over, i can’t pull over any further” to bring super troopers into this). the only “some” i can get is by looting what he has collected because the earth is a dying corpse on it’s last breath. for me to prosper, there must be a radical paradigm shift going back to fulfilling my inalienable rights, reviving and respecting the environment AND THEN building from there. but then of course, i am a lot closer to nature than most people and so my experience is not as widely accepted in the last straggling pockets of exploitation. “gas is cheap” they chant, yeah, but how do you value the atrocities of deep water horizon?

the earth is my passion.

love.

i wanted to end there, but i dug deeper into this article and it sort of infuriated me, in the most mellow way. it’s more like “you guys still don’t get it do you, you want to pretend like this is just some simple problem that we can solve by reclassifying it as “emerging adulthood”.
NO.
that is simply just not true. we have a CRITICAL problem facing us, and this is one of the tell-tale signs we had better take immediate action. (to further compound the problem, people don’t even know there is a problem). this is just the tip of the proverbial iceberg.
simply put: one in three young people are clearly incapable of providing value in the present economic situation to sustain themselves.
which is fine, until you understand how these young people are fed without providing value. know that nature has a balance, equal parts in, equal parts out, there is no compromise. presently we are scamming this system by mining the past. energy stored in the form of OIL _IS_ OUR ECONOMY. look around you, what isn’t produced by oil? in the very best case it was probably only transported by oil in your car, which is made by oil.
OIL IS NOT INFINITE
this too is cool, but wait, that food keeping you alive, mmm, it’s probably pretty intimately tied with oil (unless your an esteemed hippie like me and know what i know about farming). so, what we are running into right now is that these 20 somethings were produced in an era when oil (and therefore oil based production food) was cheaper than bottled water, so we made a lot of kids figuring that when it was time for them to “grow up” there would also be plentiful oil and tons of the past to exploit, because hell, it’s always been that way right? turns out the joke was on them, and that the people of the future also started to mine the past leaving the people of the present a little hungry.
seriously though, thanks to oil, 2% of americans farm. we have gotten so efficient with machines and oil exploitation, that’s all that market can absorb, and without government subsidies, it would probably be done with 1% or less. alarmingly, the average age of the american farmer IS retirement age (65), yet there are no (read not enough to make a difference) new farmers stepping up to fill their shoes. after all, we’ve grown up in a culture where “food comes from the grocery store”, why would i bother farming, i can just get it at the walmart or order it with my iphone and have it delivered to my microwave.
the catch is that oil is running out. it has to. i have yet to see a solar power tractor. i have yet to see hydrogen, fission, fusion or any other alternative energy even come close to replacing oil in a practical manner. do you think between y2k and now (that’s ten years) we could switch our entire economy over to another source? do you think we can do it in twenty? how many years can we burn 80 million barrels of oil a day? how much of that energy will be allocated toward a transition?
the other catch is that growing food without oil is almost an extinct art. grandpa that knew how to do it is dead. i am one of a handful of people IN THE WORLD that know how to do it, and it took me over 2 years of the most intense study in a luxurious no-stress environment to do so. several others have been at it for the same amount of time or longer and haven’t the slightest figment of what is going on. sure, it’s not that hard, but let me tell you, it’s the simple things that turn out to be the most complex. i mean just take the concept of nothing for instance.
i’ve witnessed people our age assimilate (i am looking for a dirtier word here, like mindlessly justify) the end of oil by saying “that’s okay, i’ll just walk to the store”. sorry buddy. the way we know how to farm: the seeds are planted with oil, the plant is fed oil based fertilizer, “weeds” are killed with oil, the crop is harvested by oil, it’s processed into cheetos with oil, oil transports it to the store, you go to the store in your car, you heat it with oil (perhaps in the form of electricity), you shit with oil. WE ARE OIL.

when oil dies, we die. good bye 20 somethings problem. forget your internet if you don’t know your farmer. AI can suck it if i don’t have ‘ai. and no, i haven’t figured out how to just eat prana yet. (or money for that matter.)

the only solution is to transition away from oil today. create incentives for these 20 somethings to enter into non-oil based food production. obviously foresight is not enough of an incentive for many of my peers, so perhaps we can approach this problem with tariffs on oil utilizing collected “funds” to search for (i’d like to say invest in, but they don’t exist yet) truly viable alternatives to the energy that oil contributes to the food supply. if we party till the last drop, where will we get the energy to invest in a transition?

unlike asimov, we don’t have sun harvesters. and the illuminati are a bunch of assholes, exerting extensive mind control over the vast majority, fucking with the true light workers in order to bring about these sick (and narrowly interpreted) biblical prophesies. fucking tragedy of the commons man. if only we had a respectable education and news system beyond their influence of “consume without thinking, trust us, it’s good for you, in fact, it’s inevitable because we have hundreds of years of mind control experience, you are a cog in the wheel, we are the axle, it’s always been this way, serve without question especially when problems arise, we’ll keep you safe”

ps. you had to know that this rant was coming. it’s the only thing that keeps my head above the sewage line. and i just had to end it with the illuminati, and while i’m at it, the reptilians are coming. oh my.

it’s a wonderful world.

aloha nui ao! ‘ai pono mea!

AI can suck it if i don’t have ‘ai. and no, i haven’t figured out how to just eat prana yet.