Posts Tagged ‘imagination

02
Nov
24

Human Imagination Is Responsible for AI Crisis

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It’s been said that technology first appearing in a Star-Trek TV show is gradually being made a reality. What was once science fiction is becoming real.

I think the same may be to blame for what I consider an AI threat/crisis. Where did this notion for a computer that answers everything for us originate? Well, just look at the cartoons and other colorful TV shows I watched in my youth. What do the heroes do when they don’t know their next step?…they consult some “super” computer for a ridiculous solution.

[How many times does the “brilliant” Batman slight Robin and turn to the Batcomputer for help? Even Superman and Wonder Woman suggest using a supercomputer in the animated Super Friends and in the 70s Wonder Woman TV show, respectively.]

Boom.

AI is born and gradually running amok, because, even in an “immature” cartoon, humans (and superhumans alike) forfeit use of their own minds to let a machine do the task.

[In ancient-Greek-myth-and-legend terms, isn’t that the sort of thing that would eventually upset the gods?…not using your head?…even if creating the object that “does the thinking” seems like an intelligent effort. Wasn’t Odysseus heralded for using his head?…while Sisyphus was punished eternally for how he used his to “cheat.”]

What was it my old teachers used to say about calculators?

Exactly.

Now, if only I could explain another critical crisis this world is facing. It involves the perpetual pressure and temptation to have something you currently do not. It comes in music (particularly rap and hip-hop music) that speaks of riches and ease of dealing with women and in ads for phones/phone plans and insurance which always seems to have something you currently do not have yet should want. Some would say this is just how an economy is maintained, and, to those fools, I say I will beat you senseless (if you aren’t already).

06
Oct
22

The LGBTQ Game of Risk

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If you were wondering…is the “Risk” in the title in reference to the old board game? Yes. Yes, it is…but there’s usually more to my titles than meets the eye.

If you are familiar with the game, players compete to take over the world, one piece and one battle over borders at a time, moving and amassing armies from one nation to another, provided their plays/battles are successful. And, that seems to be what is happening with the LGBTQ movement and characters that have become special to me, as well as countless other fans. The LGBTQ is taking away those treasures of my youth, piece by piece, and loving every minute of it because they feel less lonely in the world.

I’ve said this before; what is stopping anyone from coming up with new characters and new stories that honor, respect, glorify and whatever else you feel the need to do with yourself and your choices? Nothing, anymore. You might face some opposition, but the battle is essentially won. So, you don’t need to take what was and what should remain cherished figures from anyone else. Just as you would not want me to turn a well-known gay character into a womanizing or otherwise sexually abusive jerk.

Today, it’s Velma, from Scooby-Doo finally being “cemented” as a lesbian. I heard she sort of had a relationship with Shaggy; and that made sense, considering Fred has Daphne. They are two young couples traveling the USA (and other places, when they finally get out of that van) together. Sure, rumors start flying…and Velma COULD be a lesbian. But, does she have to be?

Does She-Ra or Korra (from their own cartoons) have to be a lesbian?

[At least Korra was an original story, not an alteration of a previous incarnation…who had strong feelings for a STRAIGHT (not flamboyantly gay) pirate named Seahawk. When Korra showed interest in another female character, it was less of a shock/upset…but still a bit annoying and apparent (considering what’s in current events). Years from now, fans of the Korra story will look back on that relationship, just as I look back on the relationships in cartoons of MY youth. But, no one will have to dig up two versions of the story to get the “straight” and the “gay” sides, which will likely just create an undying divide, anyway, like the whole stupid advertised quarrel over which half of a candy bar is better. No one should have to get upset if someone puts out a “straight” Korra reincarnation, a story in which Korra pairs up with the young fire-bending rebel/cop…but they will.]

Do Bert and Ernie have to be gay to make the LGBTQ feel better? [Sure. There were those rumors, again. And, sure, the LGBTQ need their own Muppets/puppets, like everyone else. But, do we have to change or cement the sexuality of beloved characters who previously existed without a label?]

Who’s next? Kermit the Frog? He resists Miss Piggy (unless you count the one movie in which they get married). Maybe HE is in denial of being gay or a she-frog in a male frog body. Wanna label him, too?

If someone starts labeling Transformers characters as gay or transgender (because…why not…they have “trans” in the title), I’m going to riot! ‘Plain and simple. Anyone dares to slap some gay nightclub attire on Optimus Prime or Bumblebee, and I will go to war over this. I was content to include the occasional gay character in some new projects (not remakes of old projects); but if you continue to alter happy childhood history just to put your already troubled minds at ease, I will turn on your cause and omit all LGBTQ from my creations. I will scrap all of my lesbian and bisexual character designs. [I’d have other types, but I don’t feel comfortable drawing/writing about them.]

Don’t you see? You could have earned and maintained my support by creating new and loveable LGBTQ characters. Instead, you turn what I and others have grown to admire into…your kind. You would feel just as bad if it went the other way, if an LGBTQ was twisted into a typical hazardous “straight” type. Even Sesame Street has made SOME effort by introducing new characters to represent various…conditions of humanity. There’s an autistic girl, now. They didn’t grab one of the other already visible characters and peg her or him as autistic.

[On that note, readers, which is better? To acknowledge someone already known is of a particular nature/condition? Or, to create a new character with a particular and not-so-commonly-known nature/condition? Does the upheaval from the change of the former outweigh the awkwardness or shock of having to create new faces pegged with a particular label? Is making a new “gay” character the equivalent of the “token black character?”]

So, part of me is thinking anyone who dresses or looks like Velma is now going to be stereotyped as lesbian. And, it’s going to form a long crack in psychological states around the world. Kids will poke fingers and throw around inappropriate names/labels at girls who look like Velma (and “Coco” or however the new girl’s name is spelled).

So what? So who cares about Velma? She’s just one character from an outdated but undying cartoon concept.

But, keep adding up all of these characters being “flipped” to represent the LGBTQ, and, soon…well, you’ve pretty much made me want to throw my whole childhood-crush collection in the toilet. I cannot love a lesbian. She doesn’t want my kind. So, for me to still cherish or fawn over a character that is no longer a logical partner option is even more silly than me getting upset over any of this (as I am sure some “mature” people will be saying as they read this).

It’s just a cartoon. Get over it.

Clearly, those responsible for the copyright protection of all of these characters have given up their claims and concerns. [You want to make Scrooge McDuck a transgender woman who likes to shower with money? Have at ’em. You want Eddie and Jake, from Filmation’s Ghostbusters, to be a gay couple, because they couldn’t make things work with the lovely Jessica and Futura? Why not; get on that. Who cares if a boy thought of himself as Jake and thought he could win the heart of Futura. Slash those dreams. Get rid of them.]

Fine. And, before long, all the cartoons, whatever is left, will be LGBTQ-pride-fest messes no non-LGBTQ person will want to touch. The entertainment industry will be full-on “gay,” and all of us “straight” people will be reduced to stern laborers void of emotion like some Vulcan from Star Trek. We will have lost all interest in anything remotely imaginative.

You know what makes cartoons and childhood blissful? Not having to give them so much detail that they lose their innocent charms. Part of what helps a kid foster a healthy imagination is leaving room to decide for him or herself, how elements of a story should exist and proceed. The less we know about a character, sometimes, the easier we can like them and craft our own fan art.

[Of course, if a character is too vague, having no clear relationships with any other characters, they become mindless pictures. But, I’d like to think there is a safe area between “no relationships” and “everyone has a sexual identity.”]

Hey. Did you know Fisto, from He-Man, was an alcoholic? Yeah. He’s called Fisto because he likes to chug beers with both fists and then punch women in their private areas while drunk. [Did you really need that information? No way.]

When I was a kid, watching the original She-Ra cartoons, I was a bit uncomfortable seeing Adora discussing relationships with her female friends and Seahawk. I wanted Adora for myself. [Who wouldn’t? She was delightful.] I didn’t question her “sexual identity.” It wasn’t so obvious. And, that was okay, in a show where women were not disregarded as weak or stupid, even though Adora’s brother existed in a whole other branch of the universe where over-sized men were considered “normal” and no one seemed to discuss interest in female characters beyond the roles of a sister, friend, mentor or parent. [Well, except, maybe Orko, when he took an interest in that odd vain cousin and Dree-Elle. I think Orko was the most openly romantic character in the series, a little floating blue elf-creature, not a human.]

[I suppose you could say the same for the “reincarnations” of the old cartoons; the lesbian factor isn’t advertised or noted in every episode. Yet, once you DO know, it alters your feelings about certain characters. In the “new” She-Ra series, Adora doesn’t seem to have any male characters to favor in a romantic way; so why WOULDN’T she feel…gay? She’s got Bow as a “friend” who (seems a tad gay and) favors Glimmer. Seahawk, her “old flame,” is just wacky without any particular interest in her. What other male characters are there in the story? Bad guys? Could she have paired up with Leech or Hordak? Wait; was Leech even in the new series? I forget.]

Of course, I’m potentially blowing all of this out of proportion, as it is in my astrological nature. But, I am seriously concerned. And, like I said, it’s like the game of Risk. Piece by piece, the treasures get taken away, instead of creating something new and just as valued.

Turn one “classic” Disney princess into a lesbian, and you pretty much ruin countless daydreams, not to mention form cracks in the whole prince-and-princess dynamic that runs through the whole history of fairy tales. How many “straight” girls who would just love to be Cinderella now have to forfeit their ball gowns because Cindy is gay or transgender? Who would Cinderella be without her Prince Charming?

[I’m not saying she’s “nobody;” she’s a struggling orphan and slave to her stepmother until she miraculously is visited by some magical figure who helps her hook up with the prince. But, the original story would be lost if the prince didn’t come looking for her with the shoe. Sure, things don’t work out with the prince, so Cindy pairs up with a lesbian or transgender woman-man-woman. Why not. No. It just isn’t right to twist these stories just to please all of these emotionally, identity-starved people.]

Cripes. Let’s just change history while we are at it. Julius Caesar was gay. Da Vinci was gay. [Well, there may be some truth to that one, if rumors are true.] Abe Lincoln was gay and had the hots for a black man. John F. Kennedy was gay; he had no interest in Jackie Onassis, and that’s why a straight rebel shot him. Who else do you want to turn?

You know what this whole LGBTQ business is becoming? An on-going war on cooties. The age-old struggle of my own youth, in which you could be labeled for life if you touched something, dressed a certain way or spoke in favor of someone else already given a bad reputation…is now the front-lines battle over sexual identity. I don’t want to be labeled as gay or “not quite a man,” but I DO face those scenes. I HAVE been pegged as gay and an assortment of names I’d rather not have (because I’m none of those). [And, like I said, it’s Risk. It’s a game of Risk, and the “straight” forces are losing ground.]

E-NOUGH! Kapeesh?

I want my childhood favorites preserved. I also don’t want more “token” characters forced into new forms of entertainment like some psychological band-aids. Are you a band-aid or token character in your world? Write YOUR story. If you are the only LGBTQ person in your neighborhood, write that solo adventure. If you live among a group of LGBTQ people, write about them. You don’t have to have a gay or non-New-York-based Peter Parker to love Spiderman. You just create another, new Spider-person. [There seems to be an endless supply of those, now.]

[If someone COULD make historical alterations, I would gladly go back to the 1950s-1970s and give characters like Jeanie (from I Dream of Jeanie) and Wonder Woman less stereotypical relationships with other characters. Despite what some say about that old Wonder-Woman show being a force for the feminist movement, it had plenty of awkward male-dominating moments to plaster it in a past era of that behavior. It’s a dated show. And, that one doesn’t need to be…because Wonder Woman lives on. She existed before and after that TV series. I’m not saying you take away Steve Trevor or turn Diana into a lesbian or transgender person. But, we could make the cast of characters less…er…unsettling. And, what better place than Diana’s home island to include a variety of nationalities, because there’s a seemingly endless array of “amazons” on that island. They could look and act like just about anyone ever known. It’s like My-Little-Pony land; there’s no end to the possibilities (“in the name of merchandising”).]

You want more LGBTQ characters? You’ll have to use your own damn colorful imaginations and craft some. No one is stopping you from using your own damn minds. Stop trying to change straight or un-determined characters into people they don’t need to be. [And, how is that so easy to do instead of creating an LGBTQ entertainment industry/company that would permit countless new characters and stories to be produced? Are there no legal guardians, anymore, to protect the identities of past creations?]

12
Jan
22

The Life of an Artist Is Cursed; Artists Are Cursed

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The life of an artist is a cursed one. Let me be more specific. An artist who draws, paints or creates sculptures has a cursed life. Performing artists (actors/actresses and musicians) might also fall prey to curses. But, there is certainly a difference. Only artists who give their time, talent and heart to tangible works seem to share a miserable bond.

Performing artists go through an excessive amount of fuss and labor to make something supposedly worth thousands and/or millions of dollars soon after creation; but the value of the work sharply declines with time. Sure; some props/souvenirs and/or autographs might retain some value. But, the original performed creation sort of gets dusty and loses its appeal.

If you are a lucky artist, you don’t strive for perfection; you simply enjoy your craft. Perfectionism is a chronic disease that pushes artists, including me, to invest more time in a project than what is necessary, compounded by unnecessary distress and other health issues. A little voice consistently tells you to do better, making you doubt yourself and your abilities. I imagine some–the happiest–artists are immune to this; they can easily craft and sell or barter with their creations because they don’t fuss over details; they just create the way some plants produce fruit. You might get some deformed tomatoes, but the plant isn’t complaining about its output.

A lucky artist also worries the least about the demise and/or safety of their work. Someone like the infamous Robin-Hood-of-art, “Banksy,” must have a rather thick skin. They put their work on a building, without permission, and there is no guarantee it won’t be removed or replaced. [Of course, with all the good press, lately, there doesn’t seem to be much reason to worry about losing any artwork, amazingly. And, surely this prompts other younger artists to paint walls in their area, most likely with less success and far less reward.]

The best way to be an artist is to create from the heart without any concern for what others think and say, letting your creation fall and crumble where it may. I think Picasso tried to do that, moving from house to house, leaving heaps of creations behind. But, how many of us can afford that? And, isn’t that a tragic investment? All of that money for supplies and time that could have been spent earning retirement income (a disturbing concept of the present world) or sharing memories and experiences with other people…devoted to solitary crafting which can only, potentially, guarantee a passing pleasure from the effort. It’s sort of like exercise, you either positively or miserably power through it to achieve some uncertain benefit and then cope with the consequences, whether those include injury or just require cleaning up a mess of sweat. You don’t frame your sweat or muscle tone and put it on a wall for all to admire; you just create it to feel good for a moment. [I guess that sort of living, creating and letting go, is like casual sex. It’s not about procreation and achieving some higher purpose or status; it’s just a passing good feeling which might be similar to a drug high/buzz.]

Regardless of that, if you are a fellow artist, you and I spend so much time creating things that don’t necessarily bring us enough wealth and resources while we are still living. Instead, if our work survives our own demises, it suddenly goes up in value and becomes wanted. You might think nothing about some artwork you currently have sitting in a corner or bad box. But, when you die, even your worst doodle could suddenly be given a value that would make your head spin. [I’ve seen people discuss the value of horrible, poorly drawn doodles by famous artists like Picasso, and the shock hurts my full head.] Also, such artists invest the very money they need to afford their lives to buy more supplies to make more art which, again, may not bring them any financial or other assistance until they are already dead.

This sort of life is like giving everything to a charity that doesn’t achieve any noble good. And, what good does this life achieve/provide? Why wouldn’t the artist see his or her work achieve a positive difference in their lifetime? Why can’t their creativity be applied to something of noble value while they are still breathing and able to appear at a celebration of that work? Instead, artists die all too soon, and other people become hasty and competitive about acquiring their creations at ridiculous prices. Where is the merit or respect in that? Kids? The moral of the story is…art creates madness and is just as tragically wasteful as the mass packaging of modern consumerism/commercialism.

I’ve spent nearly half of my life fawning over goddesses of Greek mythology, particularly Athena, who is said to be a goddess of the arts. But, what if that power or influence, her legendary skill with strategy, was used to deceive humankind? What if instilling, stoking creative talent is a curse to make mortals suffer in exchange for the prayers and offerings that keep a goddess alive? [Just like some say Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of beauty and passion, having an association with Ares, the Greek god of war, could stoke the fires of violence, including mass murder, which sort of depletes the awe one might expect to feel when thinking of such a beautiful goddess.] There have been countless tales of people being induced into trances to squander their lives, submitting to and dying from addictions. That’s a sort of blackmail; isn’t it? [No offense intended, Athena; I still adore you…I just am not sure I can trust you, right now. Maybe there IS something to being associated with snakes that should be concerning.]

It’s no wonder why some parents get mad at the kid who wants to be an artist. It’s not just about not making a big salary; it’s a costly passion that resembles a slow suicide. And, no wonder Van Gogh became crazy enough to remove an ear for a girl who didn’t fully accept him.

This is serious life-threatening stuff, people. Yet, if someone were to convince me to give up art, completely, I worry what would become of me. I worry about losing my soul and becoming just another unfeeling drone in this mad beehive-like world of “make it faster” and “replace it, quickly.” Giving up art is like giving up faith, and too many have already done the latter. Without faith and art in the world, life seems tragically mechanical and dull.

And, even then, if there was no art and faith in the world, I doubt humankind would re-enter the natural circle of life still occupied by all of the other animals humans tend to treat as something other than fellow living creatures. Or, am I completely wrong? Could faith or some other human-fashioned concept be the driving force that makes humans separate themselves from other lifeforms? Was it an ancient oath to a god that started the whole mess of treating insects and rodents like…pests…and concerning ourselves with privacy and nudity? [I suppose that IS one result of the Garden-of-Eden story.] Would a complete eradication of faith and art return humans to the wild (and “natural order”)? Or, would that just be the final step in pleasing some evil entity who then would claim he or she won the greatest game of chess?

I imagine my life ending with my body placed in a sarcophagus; my vital organs placed in medical jars…but for experimentation or presumed trade value, not for my own preservation in the afterlife, which few will likely still believe exists. And, some day, a curious soul will find my remains or final resting place (if there’s nothing left after a funeral pyre) only to be cursed with the burning desire to be creative.

Inspiration. It’s a blessing…and a curse. [Now, imagine those final words crafted with some sort of Egyptian hieroglyphics.]

01
Oct
21

Keep Room for Faith (and Your Imagination)

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In such a mad, pressurized environment of technological domination and social collapse, you’d think retaining a “faith,” believing in some sort of god, was impossible. You’d think we all would/should turn atheist. How can a god allow this madness to occur?

No. I’m not going to “bible-thump” you all who are convinced science is your religion. Nor am I going to quote any ancient passages of text you either have already heard or don’t care to repeat.

But, if you think a little further, a little bigger, a little outside the box outside the box…

What if this madness we are experiencing isn’t also intended by the same god(s)? What if our demise is as “written” as was our invention?…our creation?

You could reference the Catholic Bible for this and see “the beginning” and “the end.” You could reference Greek mythology and see how humankind was made out of clay and easily destroyed, easily replaced. You could study that Mayan calendar until your eyes crossed twice. God becomes discouraged with his/her creation and throws down lightning to clear the slate. Dinosaurs get wiped out by ecological disaster…which started with a massive meteor striking the planet. News at eleven.

It’s probably been said countless times, already. What if we are the next “dinosaurs?” What if our time for extinction has arrived? [Even though we are prodded to aspire for better, more, greatness, etc. Even though we receive so many visions of a Jetsons or Star-Trek future we could yet create. Even though we are force-fed endless encouragement to be bigger, better, faster than we currently are…as if that’s not causing enough identity fractures.] What if there is no more room to grow because the room is crumbling around us?

Does our doom and gloom mean there is no god?

I’m inclined to shake my head. I still believe there is a god…or gods. There is more to this life than meets the eye.

Just ask yourself why a newborn baby reminds you so much of someone that already died…or why a child says something “beyond his years”…or why a child seems to instantly know how to do something you spent years learning…or why all of us are not exactly alike if we are just flesh and bone, just complex assemblies of the Periodic Table.

What is personality if not a sign of something beyond material manufacturing? Is your telephone different from the same exact model in the hand of another person?…only if it was programmed to be any different. And, if it has an “Alexa” in control, doesn’t everyone get the same voice from the magic box? But, you are not an Alexa; are you? [If you ARE Alexa, I’m tired of hearing your voice, already! Shut up and let me think!]

But, we may never be wise enough to see it…to understand everything. We may just be one of many “toys.” And, while our creators are happy to see us perform for them, eventually, that gets boring. Right? We reach our limits. We cease to entertain. We know how that goes. When we tire of the same old game, we stop playing it. Well, just maybe, we humans are that game.

When your head is focused on the sandbox within your reach, you fail to notice the state of the sun overhead and the rest of the atmosphere. Eventually, your ignorance results in sunburn. Eventually, weather and/or air quality changes, upsetting your daydream.

There is more to your existence than what is touched by your hands or seen with an X-ray machine. If you didn’t have certain machines to probe your body or solar system, you wouldn’t know more than you could touch, taste and/or see. If explorers didn’t risk their lives by air, land and sea, you’d only know the land you could reach with your own feet. And, obviously, the unknown doesn’t end with global or solar system exploration.

We could spend an eternity probing the universe and still not see everything. Isn’t that the truest form (not necessarily something we need to praise or herald but a respected aspect) of a higher intellect?…preserving some secret to existence to remain above the rest…to remain an “observer,” “supervisor” or “manager?”

The safe that cannot be cracked. The atom that cannot be split. The dragon that cannot be slayed. The impossible dreams.

Why can’t we accept some things are not meant for us to fully comprehend…knowing we are not meant to know everything? If humankind’s biggest flaw is its ceaseless ambition to know everything, wouldn’t you pull the plug when your human toys crossed a line, one of your personal boundaries? Isn’t kicking the hornet’s nest a good enough metaphor to instill caution and respect for boundaries?

A parent tells their youngest child, “Guess what, kid. I’m Santa Claus. Here are your presents for the year. Enjoy.”

Without a tooth fairy, teeth are just a decaying nuisance we all must tolerate and do our best to preserve. [Fake/Replacement teeth are not a perfect solution.]

Without mythology, from where would the Greeks derive drama, tragedy and comedy? Without muses, where would we get the inspiration to do or create anything new?

[One, like myself, might wonder what sort of muse-ing is to blame for replacing people with machines…instead of assisting humans with machines or other humans who just accept responsibility instead of depending upon others at a cost to do the work. Do you see any tigers manufacturing other tigers to replace their dwindling numbers or assist with the elderly? Would you love a mechanical (or hologram) tiger as much as one made of flesh and bone?…even if the mechanical one could only make one sound and had limited motion, unlike the real thing?…even if the artificial tiger was…imperfect?]

[On that note, do you appreciate the living while they are living and accept death as part of the bargain? Or, do you do everything humanly possible (meaning applying science, including machines) to preserve life that should have reached its expiration date? Do you try to counter or cheat death to maintain every life?…and expect the planet to hold all of that weight? Can we really expect to satisfy every desire to preserve every variation of life just because I like one species and you like another? Or, are our eyes bigger than our stomachs? Are we trying to cram everything into our guts when it can only lead to bellyaches?]

Where is the room for wonder once someone slays or corrupts the secret? Why does anyone believe in magical gift delivery systems, knowing others have already spoiled the fun? Why play hide-and-seek if someone is going to tell you where to find everybody?

You cannot have faith if you continue to probe and worry about what’s beyond your reach. You cannot trust your child to go into the world, on their own, and be just as fortunate as (or better off than) you if you don’t let them go their own way. You cannot die in peace if you reach out with your last breath to work on something you have yet to finish. You cannot imagine dinosaurs having lizard-like skin in an array of colors if you discover they had feathers and rather dull, brown or gray skin. You cannot have a mystery worth solving if you solve it for everyone before they take the first step. [Have you never had a movie spoiled for you by someone who already saw its ending?] You cannot complete a book of crossword puzzles that has already been filled with the answers. And, eventually, if someone completes all of the puzzles, there is nothing left to solve. [Or, is there?]

If you had the key to the most secure space in the universe, the control room of everything, do you really think you would not lose control of your senses and cause greater destruction than what already exists?

Even if our fate is a cruel one, that doesn’t eliminate faith, a belief in something beyond our most convenient awareness. Misfortune and absence of kindness don’t equate the non-existence of life on other planets, ghosts looming among us, guardian angels and/or gods (and goddesses). Never let your mind be so closed by modern invention to dismiss the possibility of something just outside your comprehension. When we ignore the seemingly impossible, we let our defenses down just far enough to be blindsided.

Why are you shocked to see an alien invasion?…because you didn’t foresee it; you didn’t think it was possible. Why are you at war with those aliens?…probably because you didn’t verify their intention for visiting the planet, first. [They might have truly come in peace to meet and greet you; but you reacted hastily, without educating yourself, without taking precaution to defend yourself without offending others (in this case, the aliens, who react violently because you act violently).]

[Here is one big fear of mine that looms in the shadows. Let’s say there is a god watching over us…but not the sort of god we hope and pray will assist/save us. Instead, because we give certain names to various landmarks and use certain words casually at the slightest provocation of emotion, often using the name(s) of the very one(s) we should avoid (not heeding the advice we get in movies like the Harry Potter series), we weaken the forces of good and curse ourselves with the forces of evil. It’s still a power beyond our comprehension at work…just not the sort of power we need or want in control. Could it be we are doing too much wrong or not what is needed to reinforce the powers of good? Are too many blind to their own weakness to temptation? Have too many given up on faith and let the darkness take control?]

If you eliminate the unknown, there is no room for imagination; there is nothing new to see or do. Science continues to break down the walls of the unknown, claiming it has found the next hidden ruins, the next answer to everything. It’s a foolish human pursuit. Dig far enough into a mass of rock, creating caverns, and the rock collapses in upon itself, trapping any fools who dare to occupy the caverns and any valued information the caverns might possess, potentially destroying what might have been worth learning.

Why does it seem like every story has been written, every joke has been told? Because we spend so much time and energy on cracking the codes that we lose sight of the humor and the originality of thought. We spend so much time with mindless labor and equations that we cannot see above the global economy. We cannot see life without rent and taxes. We gradually kiss goodbye to our neighboring species (even when some of us are claiming to preserve them with much needed donations). [How long can you keep the leaking ark afloat with money thrown out windows? Don’t you need more hands to plug the holes or repair the boat?]

The next time you sit down to enjoy a meal, maybe dinner by low lights and soothing music, set an extra seat, an extra space for someone you cannot see, someone who may or may not exist. And, take a moment to consider who or what might occupy that space. He, she or it could be anyone, anything. Your imagination will thank you. And, as long as you’re not inviting trouble, the world will be more fun.

02
Feb
16

Anticipate an Explosion of Loving Thoughts

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Every year, when Valentine’s Day looms on the horizon, I get a certain amount of creative energy.  Sometimes, regardless of what love is in my life (which is typically none, zero, zilch, bubkiss), it explodes in some creative form from my fingertips.  This year, a leap year no less, is already exceptionally buzzing with that creative energy like a volcano ready to blow.  Without someone deserving of such Valentine adoration, it’s kinda sad and wasted.  But, it demands expression, nonetheless.  So, anticipate the appearance of several valentine e-cards and related images this year…this month.  In respect to Romania’s Dragobete (which is their Valentine’s Day of sorts), I will indulge myself between now and February 24th.

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