Always pattern

I wish that to be me - That beak of rugged edged cliff yearning out towards the oceanistic mass.
Tonight, the chill I felt was undue to the choreographed ice.
it was the absence; you.

Believe I discovered trademark and easy inconsistency, simultaneously.

Perhaps and I will hide even not so

I opened a bag of typical, unassuming items.
They, waiting to be kindled in the least obnoxious manner.
A trio of quintessential memories stared me in the eyes, which could not deny them.

I sure do miss the coast.

±

Either
1 or 2
yes or no
right or wrong
do or don't
move or still
love or no love


I did it because it was the last of my two options.

Prick the scapegoat with irrational points

Return to expression; edit - as if contributing factors were solely mistakes.

I want to change the way I felt then, with what I have learned and come to feel now.

Continue to edit, quietly learning how to scrape away with friction and pink rubber, questions spoken in the language that is rhetoric.

I learn how to be thought, assumed, and in a skeptical unconvinced manner, un-learned.

Differences )))))))

12.03.09

Dec 3rd I saw Freddy Ruppert's solo Former Ghosts performance in San Francisco.
I can hardly influence the converging of words, to emphasize how affected I was by the intensity and expansive intimacy which his emotion and music storms outward.

I chose to not taking any photos during this set.

Doctor

Why am I, who?

Who am I, why?

I really am not.
Though, through your eyes, I have identity.
Have
Have
Have

So, perhaps I am not.

Is it always so easy?








I ...













It is with great difficulty.

Shrouded Abyss

The sharp rocks and cold gravel beneath my feet in this alleyway merely shielded by a thin pair of black tights reminded me that I feel the soft pain because I am alive.

Still Light

The doctor came in the morning
She held my hand
Asks "Was it worth it? Could it be worse than this?"
Please recall
Give me a hint
Anything will do
If this was the last time now you should tell us what to do

I was afraid I guess
Now I can't think no more
I was so concentrated
On keeping things together
I've learned to focus on
I didn't want to disappoint
Now where is everybody
Is it still light outside?

-The Knife

Ivory

Sincere mystery cannot be denied.
All attempts fashioned produce a shaky infrastructure;
the desire -

An artist, without the realization of it.

My northern most tower collapses, taking the tower which lays deeper south into its possession of debris

Your engineering works.

I am no such thing.

The boy

All we can do is dabble.
What is ours to be had?


I'm really enjoying Cormac McCarthy's The Road, especially with the added pressure of completing the book before the film release.

Thank you Cormac McCarthy for sharing this treasure of your mind.

Drunken revolution

When will we stop assuming that we have time?

Quiet car rides

I was told that nothing here would be the same as I had grown accustomed to.
I was told by the pensive intuition I so regularly ignore with eagerness.
I smelled denial and with all the potential my heart had to offer, accepted it.

You Never Came

Painovoimaa, Valoa

The late evening of a new time has been beckoning me out for a tobacco fix.
It feels nice.
The cold, the nostalgia of the cold, and the promise of a new cold in a new place.
I look forward to these meetings with myself and optimistic futures.
I feel warmth in the safe smiles of relishing in the far away and adolescent pasts.

Nunca el mismo

Hello from the thousandth corner in the depths of nowhere we belong.

I'm too late.
Time ran away from me and left evidence of waste behind.
I ran, and I struggled to make it, but time didn't wait for me.
It never does.
This constant wants me to take a hint.
Or, two.
Perhaps keep racing against it for all laughable purposes.
I won't.
Next time, time will race on alone.

Moniter

To take this space elsewhere...
The waves of color that envelop dismay into a fresh wash, leaving only the faintist strain of pragmatism behind.
Those frightful edges that act as gritty far off corners and alleyways to keep that fresh wash in the foreground as a self prophesied predicament, making it seemingly detrimental for the dishearting semblance to reappear, as if on cue in a prevalent messy pattern.
The softness that is there to service the repercussions of the drear and distress, yet that still implicates a reminder that those dark dissatisfying attachments are indeed real, have served and will remind that they will serve once again.
And the enclosing geometry that condones the laws of external and internal motion to continue, to be superior and demand attention and satisfaction; to require that all adhere.

Residing here, never on leave, never to be mistrusted to not appear.
Yet, always here.
Always.
Not moving, unable to be lifted, to be examined upon from the bottom, from the sides, in x-ray form.
Clearly known to reside; to exist.
All that is expected is the residency of this space.
Sitting residency.

Don't Save Me

One is aware when change is venturing nearer and nearer. Everything that started to matter, and those other things that were beginning to matter are slipping further away.

Vision remains straight, if not more precise than before, when one is marching through that tunnel that leads back into the past.

Such as basics?

I would like to sleep but I do not know where to find such a thing.

I would like to read more of the book I just started, but a 16 inch electronic device manipulates my attention span.

I removed a quarter of my wardrobe from my street parked car at 2am on a Friday morning.

I think dancing would be proper being that my music library has been playing for 12 hours, roughly.

However, my freshly laundered yoga pants are ill - fitting due to late night feeds and irrelevant inactivity.

Inebriety

I saw god in the 12 pack.

I remember, let's do it again ..

Okay, I often greatly suck at change. Once I am comfortable with something, I know that change will bring upon a radical difference in myself, whether positive or negative and I feel like I lose a piece of myself when that occurs.
However, there are certain situations that call or force change, and without allowing these situations to pass through, I am instead rejecting that piece of self that I wish to not lose, by not even giving it the chance to try and make it in the world that is my mind; not giving myself the chance to grow like a saintly plant in the natural realm, or be stimulated like a machine in the technological realm. I feel these two co-exist, so I will fall into the hopes that change and originality can successfully be one as well.

I step out internally, while hoping that the color I chose for the post titles do not disturb your lovely eyes as much as it does mine.

Scooter

It as if these eyes are being diluted with salt. Visions are blurry, reality is running. What fills the place of the withheld reality are fantastic nightmares. Dark, fanciful elaborated fantasies that are hindering on the edging verge of alternate reality. A place where it is dark, massively open, cold, and involuntarily solitary.

My eyes are burning, but I can still see what was before. I can discriminate the differences between seeing the grainy, dirty salt and seeing the clear blue sky and the consequences that are available from each respective plane. The options are not in abundance, but one and one. Continuity is not possible without the slow sticky process from disbanding from the molasses soaked nightmares.

My eyes are burning and I cannot see. There is now plenty of room to allow my imagination to advocate the waking hallucinations. I am blindly laboring to the whims that desire and need to fill the smallish holes where the salt is not sticking together. There is no consistency out there, but in here there is more than enough. I can always expect the same; the nightmares, the fantasies that have an outlandish undertone. Here I can depend.

In here, there is no outside.

She said this, with pictures of cats on her t-shirt

I am in search of a reason.
The reason.
Reason.
Maybe there is no reason, maybe there aren't any at all.
Fabricating, elaborating? On the detriments of prior instances...
Although, doesn't reason equate to validity?

Faith holds nothing.
No truth.
No stability.
Only probability.
Faith holds seats for accidents and intentional mess and chaos; pain.
I am not in search of any of the above, am I then faithless?

Faith is finicky.

Layers

The romance I am forever faithful to
Where mind transcends body
Where insecurities and intimidation are as lovers

I hope your friend doesn't die because of that large bottle I chose

They were there and then I wiped the palette clean. Are they ever really mine to begin with? How is it that I can claim ownership on the cosmos of language, on the universal sanctity of communication? [This sentence is mine]. To have and to hold and to carry with me to the state of death. Shall you repeat it, or write it, you will credit me with being the curator of such a structure of sewn together letters that formed into a patch that is a word that was brought together to form a quilt that should be able to comfort each individual with it's indiscriminate warmth.

Right?

Take them.

Erected Woes

She thought to forge a journey to the desert to find it all. To find things, answers. To become lovers with the inner nature of the self. Before the journey could begin, someone else found her, and she let fastidious aspects of love materialize. Then another found her, she found one, and she found the selves she could manipulate into her own, without sacrificing the materialism that the temperamental anti- lush would not offer her. She ran, she praised, she basked, and she sacrificed. All in the name of contradiction. Despising the identifying contradictions in those who would not allow to be found by her. And in turn, contradicting the disdain that she had wrote off as invaluable and redundant. A walking crippled. A lover fueled by the most mishandled emotion of passion that is hate. The desert will not tolerate ice.

Shame on you!

Money talks... LGBT Californians need to show those companies who Supported Prop 8 That Pink money is important. BOYCOTT any company that has demonstrated Hate toward Gay or endorsed or financed "Yes on Prop 8". Companies on this list also include those which have an major owner or partner who is a member of the Mormon Church because of the Mormon Church's finance of Prop 8. Also included in this list are other groups that have traditionally been against LGBT equality. It is the position of this group that all groups not only the ones which enabled hate to be written into our constitution be admitted to this group. At the bottom of this page are links directly to those who were specific in Prop 8 hate.
BOYCOTT these endorsers of Prop 8

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The Un-crime

This place is dead. Existence could have only been a familiar concept in a foreign distance with an elusive, dangerous bridge. Destination could have been possible, perhaps destination was extremely possible, forces known, yet unmeasured to the radically simple and overt contradictory difficult. Nonetheless, this place is dead. Rotting away posed no threat, just as death poses no threat to fear, and, death. Never will this place bloom, or transition to a peak season, or endure stages of downpour and distress. No willing eye will so much as gaze upon it, curiosity will force the wonder elsewhere. Nothing is to be expected of a place that will not produce. There is emptiness here, a neutral medium of nothingness.

The Imitation Game

It is assumed through the nine objections of Turing's theory, that 'thinking' can only be used in a singular context, and in that same context that is not unique. Also, that 'thinking' suggests many emotional connotations, when in a theoretical concreted form of actuality, 'thinking' doesn't have to entail or possess those same connotations necessarily. However, the matter of 'thinking' does not diminish or serve as faulty if those connotations emerge and are seen fit as purposeful and real.

Tastes like Dorian Gray

What is this peculiar breed of human that identify with the liberal term, yet have such selective, conservative taste and aesthetics?
Equality for all! Yet, snub the under-educated and distasteful.
Hippie free love! But, your crazy, we could never participate in a non-committal relationship, unless we just don't care for one another.
Anti-religion, Christopher Hitchens reading atheists. Yet, the same group sits around discussing the "mythical" resurrection of Jesus Christ as children would the existence of Peter Pan and Captain Hook.
Technology loathing citizen! Yet, hippie free lovers are so open to communication to the most extreme means! Right??
Do these outlandish quirks call for a generation of self-induced seclusion? Refined taste and selective style, for an excuse to loath in loneliness. Taste so much more exquisite than the next; levels that can never hover near without a mighty clash. The evolution of humanity. Communication without effort, communication without community. No relations. Singled out and exclusive. Love as an -ology.
Even the mugger sees his purpose as obsolete. No one has what I want or need. I have it all, I am too refined for such garbage.
This world, is on the way to a long time desired status of perfection.
Oh just pull this trigger and jump start life. Come on, be innocent of at least one contradiction.

Doradita

This party is dry.

Less

Reality forces me to wake from my dreams.

Side B

I recall a moment from my childhood; When I allowed the many backward philosophies of the human race to decimate my worldly naive euphoria.

Does direction really fancy commitment?

Letter to a dear friend..

In regards to human nature vs. free will, the door has been opened. Are we wired to desire? Are we conditioned to believe and desire material objects? Or, can we separate from our conciousness and analyze situations with no emotion, no lack of logic? I believe individuals can surpass "luck", and "genes". I don't believe we are pre-destined to do specific things. You make a choice, somethimes without being precisely logical, or rational, nonetheless YOU make a choice. There was no map written before the dawn of man that can account for the decisions you, friend, have made, or will make. Therefore, I believe it to be possible to achieve such a society where individuals can think logically and act rationally. Greed, power lust; these are all ideals humans have been conditioned to BELIEVE as inescapable.
I take a portion my ideals from the author and objectivist philosopher Ayn Rand. A bit of a background on her: She escaped Russia during the revolution of 1917. Rand was very anti- communism. Her writings are written with high regards to the individual and no regard to the collectivist society. A couple of her works that I have read are: The Fountainhead and Anthem. She also wrote, Capitalism: The Unknown Ideal.
I took her objectivist philosophy and applied to the ideal of communism, and came out with the base of an ideal that I follow. The individual must be selfish, (Rand also believed that selfishness is a virtue, which I know can sound absurd but read more into it:www.objectivistcenter.org/cth--406-FAQ_Virtue_Selfishness.as
px).
And, quit attempting to "do good", and living the selfless life. The individuals who do so; who live to do good for others, are not living for THEMSELVES. This way of thinking, the selflesness, does nothing for the individual, except hinder their own potential as a true asset to the human community. We can not begin living for each other, until we truely know how to live for ourselves. We must sacrafice the tags, the brands, the labels and the groups. The religion, the race, the class status. This is hinderance to the individual and to the human community on a MASS SCALE. The artists, the thinkers, the philosophers, the non- conformists are hardley appreciated because they rarely conform, they live for themselves, their ideals; their art. And they are the crazy ones? Because they pursue passion, seek truth and know how to appreciate their own attributes and can contribute to the human community. I believe, by seeking passion, which cannot be done unless abolishing the separation of class, social tatus, race, sexuality, sex, gender, religion; the individual will actually SEE what lies within themself. Realize that, and only then can genuinely contribute to the human community. Clothes, cars, money, name; does not shape a person, it creates segregation and ensures the demise of the human community. I will stop here for now. Check out that link and think about what I said. I don't understand how others can be so blind to this.

Les Processus- Supinfocom

Contained Anti- Matter Is Inherently Explosive

Bullets do not disrespect their sanctuary by exiting closed parameters. Mechanical devices are systematically ordained to display inanimate contentment. Machines are logically assembled, therefore react to nothing out of their ordinary. Catastrophe occurs only when the assembler exhibits that he is not the systematic machine he created, whether by defect in the assembly, or defect in the useage of his creation. The assembler can not fathom ever creating such a device that would illogically destroy itself, let alone perform disrespectful acts. Why would such a thing ever occur? Perhaps the assembler was trying to convince his creation of a point very dear to his own logic. "You will do as I create you to do, or ultimately have never been of purpose." Good thing bullets are part of a machine, and machines are created by one that presents purpose as logic.

Edible Fantastical Jubilance

Aggression In Moderation Makes For Fantastical Jubilance

Five people I want to punch in the face:

1. Bill O' Reilly

2. Dr. Phil

3. Lindsey Lohan

4. Kanye West

5. Mormons (just one would also suffice).

I hear them and they are wizards.

What about these voices sounding outside the window makes them illusionary?
What about these colors qualify them as abstract?
If they are real, does that fact make the stories false, strip the stories down to lies?

The stories were created to entertain, created in one's mind as an escape route from the true reality of their own thoughts; denial, inqusition, selfishness.
Nothing can be real, with the exception of what exists in the mind.

So the tangible, visual, auditory, illusions become real, and that leaves what substance left of the stories? And the minds the stories came from. Does this discredit the truth inside the storytellers own mind? And, where does that put truth? Back down, stripped bare in the overly willed scent of garbage?

Why does truth have to be yours, and why must you discredit mine?

Journey through hedonism?

Perhaps the occurance and recognition of petty trivialities are needed.

Perhaps.

The Knife (Remix Magazine)

THE KNIFE

Aug 1, 2006 12:00 PM, By Justin Kleinfeld

In the current music industry, it's not enough to simply make music anymore. These days, to make news, it's imperative for an act to combine quality music with an amazing image or interesting story. Those are three characteristics of Stockholm, Sweden's brother-and-sister team The Knife (aka Olof Dreijer and Karin Dreijer Andersson). Musically, The Knife's new album Silent Shout (Mute) sounds like the aural interpretation of horror films like The Exorcist, The Omen and The Ring. Visually, the Dreijer siblings prefer to “dress up as the music” and will only be photographed in their own macabre costumes — no exceptions. All gimmicks aside, The Knife makes the kind of cool electronic pop music that appeals to people who gravitate toward a number of genres. Might we have the first electronic act that appeals equally to fans of the Chemical Brothers and Christian Death?

The Knife is a good example of how easy it is to make music in today's digital world. In fact, if it weren't for the proliferation of computers in music production, chances are that The Knife would not exist — the extent of their musical training didn't make it past the guitar (Karin) and saxophone (Olof). The original incarnation of The Knife was little more than free-form chill-out sessions between the siblings in front of Olof's computer. “We actually didn't know anything about making sounds and producing when we started out, so it took some time,” Karin says. “We just hung out by Olof's computer, and I had a few songs I wanted to record. It took a year before we decided we were a band. I think when making Deep Cuts [V2, 2004], that was the first time we even talked about what it was supposed to sound like.”
While The Knife has certainly improved leaps and bounds in the realm of production, their core gear is still limited to only a few key elements: Steinberg Cubase, the Swedish-made Elektron Machinedrum SPS-1, Native Instruments FM7 soft synth, Casio RP-1 Rapman synth, Roland SH-101 synth and the Boss Voice Transformer. That voice transformer adds the gender-bending effects to Karin's voice that has become a trademark for the act. “It's important that the voice is a part of the music and written like its own instrument,” she says. “At the same time, we work with lots of characters in the lyrics, and the changing vocal follows the lyrics for great expression in the song. It's almost theatrical.”
As for the duo's image, it has been carefully constructed to not take away from the music. “We have masks so as to not be recognized,” Olof says. “On the second album, I got recognized, and I didn't like it. Dressing up as the music is a way of putting the music in focus.” That image translates into a newly conceived live show designed in part by Andreas Nilsson, who also directed the amazing video for “Silent Shout.” The multimedia live show consists of two giant projection screens (one in front of and one behind The Knife), two singing dolls and lots of moody lighting. To avoid being a distraction from the stage show, Olof and Karin are garbed in specially designed black suits that allow them to blend in with the background. For the live show, every song is mixed in surround sound, and roughly half the tracks are versions not available on any album. Even though that seems like a show conceived through years of trial and error, The Knife has only ever performed live a few times in six years. They just didn't feel like it was possible to perform electronic music well in a live setting. After rave reviews for the new show, more dates are being announced, and there is word of a possible U.S. tour.
With recent coverage by the mainstream press of electronic-based acts like M.I.A., Mylo and Ellen Allien, there couldn't be a better time for The Knife to break out in a big way. Musically, they don't sound like anyone else, and aesthetically, they reek of coolness. There's also a sense of rebellion and attitude in Olof and Karin, and that's incredibly appealing. You may not get to see the real people under the costumes; so instead, just turn up the speakers and let the music cut through

In here there is no outside.

I can cook soltitude and feed off of myself.

Sleep in the open state of alert insanity.

No one can watch me.

I can watch what deserves the naked eye.

Madly, obseesively,

f

a

l

l

into local oblivion.

Ghost

Here we are still. We are hiding.
Not out of fear, but waiting for more in the shadowed alley, so that it may sneak up on us. We are willing to pretend to be suprised, to be raped of all shock. We know it is coming to us. We will feign.
We have hope, hope does not have us.
We want more, we want to want more.We have become dark. We are hanging by the halo of the death rope.
We see everything and it looks so similar to everything, but it is nothing.
It is beautiful.
We are full of it, all of the nothing. Complete.
Time spent on nothing. We will lower our arms for it, bend our knees, break our eyes for the chimes and the trebled bells of voice so we can see ourselves hear.
We will lean and race.
Climb the mountains of the mundane to net and embrace it.
Save the blue sky and the white clouds for the somethings, give the rejected grey, the scabbed broken skin of the grey sky- for the nothings who need nothing..Save those somethings, save everything.
Keep nothing.
The demonic noise assimilates in the grey sky.
It is beautiful, it is where we will be.
We know to go.It is a journey on a softly spoken path, with sharp teeth spewing jaded words of wisdom and eerie laughter.
It is home, we see it.
We are already there, we are here.
Now we have to go, and find another way back.
We have nothing, yet we will return more than the somethings, the anythings, and the everythings can offer to sell.
We will return with what is not had.
Nothing.

You be the answer

Here I am still. I am hiding.
Not out of fear, but waiting for more in the shadowed alley so it may sneak up on me.
I am willing to pretend to be suprised, to be raped of all shock. I know it is coming to me.
I will feign.
I have hope.
I want more, I want to want more.
I have become dark. I am hanging by the halo of the death rope. I see everything and it looks so similar to everything, but it is nothing.
It is beautiful. I am full off all of it, all of the nothing. Complete.
Time spent on nothing, I will lower my arms for it, bend my knees, break my eyes for the chimes and the trebeled bells of voice I can see myself hear.
I will lean, and race.
Climb the mountains of the mundane to net and embrace it.
Save the blue sky and the white clouds for the somethings, give the rejected grey, the scabbed broken skin of the grey sky- for the nothings who need nothing..
Save those somethings, save everything.
Keep nothing.
The demonic noise assimilates in the grey sky.
It is beautiful, it is where I will be.
I have been told to go.
It is a journey on a softly spoken path, with sharp teeth spewing jaded words of wisdom and eerie laughter.
It is home, I see it.
I am already there, I am here.
No I go and find another way back.
I have nothing, yet I will return with more than the everythings, the anythings, and the somethings can offer to sell.
I will return with what is not had.
Nothing.

Proof of Global Warming

Today, one of my astrobiology professors presented this image as proof that Global Warming is real.

Universe, help us all.

La Causa and Feminism

Dolores Huerta on feminism, specifically, women in the 21st century. This lecture opened up many doors for greatly made points and thoughts to be considered, I consider myself lucky and enlightened to be in the presence of such a bold woman. Progression comes, but doesn't always stick around for too long. Change?

I am a woman, and we are the majority now.

Pay attention!

Tonight,( 3 Mar 09) many ideas, comments and questions were presented at the symposium, Obamanomics: Socialism vs. Free Market Capitalism. However, I felt, and several others voiced, that the forum was attempting to direct the conversations towards the failure of the big banks and corporations, who to blame for these failures, and why they happened. The demise of these megalo-..institutions is indeed, something that should not be ignored or something that will just disappear or self resolve overnight, in weeks, or perhaps, even years. However what should be done apparates in the form of idealism for almost every individual or affiliation who has an opinion on the matter, simply because there is no concise right or wrong answer. There will be no winners in the game of free market capitalism or socialism, when there is no team with clear, logical objective. Therefore, a balance of the two concepts must be kept in an open mind. The question is now, which was brought up, should government step in and begin to regulate the private sectors, such as President Obama is implying with his 3 trillion dollar stimulus deal or should the people not have to pay for the mistakes and failure of these massive spending institutions? Government regulation- one entity controlling the business' and banks decisions leaves no room for the individual, private controlled entities to make rash decisions and overspend the means allocated them (similar to the american middle class and the trend of 2ND and 3rd mortgages) or for that matter attain the "american dream" of wealth and luxury. In turn, should we leave these spenders dry? Attack with the "not my fault" attitude? Will that approach decimate the debt or reform the monetary system? Astonishingly enough, health care was brought up surprisingly late in the evening, with many universal health care supporters contributing thoughts. One man, introducing himself and stating that he came from Mexico attested that the universal health care concept would be simply providing basic human rights. One man claimed he works for his health care and doesn't want to be supporting health care for those who do not contribute, this set off some flares. These are all decisions which people want to be made. Should we be concerned with rebuilding such a capital wealth hungry system? Should health care be provided exclusively to those who can afford a $500 deductible? These are decisions that will definitely affect our future with enormous capacity. A point brought up by a university student (one of a few, actually), as the threat of a depression becomes more realistic each day, "would it really, be such a bad thing?" Humans have been through many tribulations, and "humans are resilient." We naturally demonstrate vigilance in the inevitable hard times. "Maybe, by experiencing such an event, people will come out better" and more closer to their absolute potential. There were conservative, pro capitalist arguments and a surprising amount of pro socialism arguments. Sadly, the argument I did not hear, save the 'resilient human', or even speak on behalf of, was the pro humanist proposal.Really, what are we all fighting for the rescue of?

spare bullet (rough)

I am deeply troubled by many things that I am witnessing in the world I meander in. I see my peers, my fellow youth who will be responsible for the years to come sittng back and doing nothing to change the atrocities and shameful behaviors being allowed by the governments, respected public figures, corporate upper class and the descrepant monster identified by name and proven exsistant by action- mass consumer capitlaism. The poisonous media is reignigng in its own monster, creating issues that are by far biased and negatively suggestive to the empty minded people with no concern and supportive of the radicals who are full of fundamental extremist beliefs that decemate the meaning of the human spirit, while coherting with the diabolical ideals damocracy has come to rely on . rallying in robots, who filll in for paper advertisements for the upper class causes, disasterously and unknowingly adding to the fires of free enterprise. individuals are being turned against one another, therefore crushing the individual spirit by eroding sturdy ground creating sinking holes for the human spirit to conform in, making masses of citizens who think they have a cause yet in all reality have an obosolete knowledge of cause and no sense of the action that is to believe . To believe is not exclusively to think about the potential or the idea that would be satisfying to attain, to believe is too express passion, to demonstrate action, to influence, to create, and to thrive. There can be no change without belief. Humainty cannot support one another and thrive in its true essence without the recollection and contribution of passsion with the equal dispersion, save the prejudice selections. Abolish selection, class, status, perhaps then we can finally know what t is to artfully live, rather than merely payig to survive.