This is a wisdom I've been considering, contemplating and seeing as true for quite a long time now.
Here goes:
Those who are unable to see beauty, are unable to see energy.
Beauty is energy.
Everything, from the solid to the abstract, is a manifestation of energy in whatever form.
To see, feel or otherwise sense the beauty of something merely means that you are so attuned to that energy form that in a way it manages to "call out" to whatever sense of yours that energy managed to be sensed by.
And in that moment of realization, that moment of the sense picking up on the energy and you knowing what it is and that it is good, in that moment you conceive it to be beauty.
That moment can last a fraction of a tenth of a second, it can last a lifetime, the length matters not in this context.
And the beauty can be that of a woman who catches your eye, the composition and flow of a sound, the mathematics behind a complex but flawless formula...
On a sidenote that's still so relevant that it could just be an intregral note to this wisdom, I can also add that beauty comes in many shapes, sizes and forms.
And to wrap everything in this post up, I'll point out that beauty, as concept, is universal.
It is not bound to time or space, if there is life there is the concept of beauty.
So, beauty might very well be one of the purest forms of energy that exists beyond the purest, prime energy from which all energy transfers to other forms.
Thursday, July 02, 2009
A brand-spanking-new wisdom...
Well, that title shouldn't be taken too seriously.
The wisdom I'm posting here isn't brand-spanking-new, just something that I discussed with someone recently while it's been a valid wisdom for much, much longer.
It's about gay people, from a man's perspective.
Here goes...
Homophobes got it all wrong.
There is no more reason to fear gay men then there is to fear men who like blondes, men who like brunettes, men who like redheads...
If you judge men as being abominations because they like other men, you might as well do the same towards men who like women with a different haircolor or bodytype than what you'd like.
So unless you're about to get violated by another man, against your will, quit calling homosexuality a sin.
Especially if you only apply that view to the male side of homosexuals, while drooling over the females that prefer other females.
Homosexuality is no more a sin than it is to eat with your left hand holding the spoon or fork.
Speaking of sin, if you're one of those bible-thumpers:
Yes, Christ died for our sins.
Does that not make his death a death in vain if we stopped sinning?
Don't get me wrong, there are sins that even I'd love to see banned from existence, but to say that we must stop sinning even the smallest, lightest sins is to say that you want Christ to have died for nothing.
So go ahead, sin a little, live a little, long as it harms none it's a celebration of the sacrifice Christ put up so we could live our lives.
If he did, and if he was who the bible claims he was.
There aren't too many people around anymore who are old enough to give a first-hand account of Christ's story.
And since I'm in the mood, I'm going for a triple:
Isn't it funny how all these religions agree on one thing?
That their paper book is the true word of the only real god(s)?
A piece of paper with words, printed by men who weren't even around when the originals were written...
Isn't it funny how that collection of paper and ink is the word of every "one and only true god", yet the world and life that this deity created can be fucked up by everyone for mere words?
So excuse me for not being too big a fan of ANY religion... bunch of numbnuts and weirdo's.
The wisdom I'm posting here isn't brand-spanking-new, just something that I discussed with someone recently while it's been a valid wisdom for much, much longer.
It's about gay people, from a man's perspective.
Here goes...
Homophobes got it all wrong.
There is no more reason to fear gay men then there is to fear men who like blondes, men who like brunettes, men who like redheads...
If you judge men as being abominations because they like other men, you might as well do the same towards men who like women with a different haircolor or bodytype than what you'd like.
So unless you're about to get violated by another man, against your will, quit calling homosexuality a sin.
Especially if you only apply that view to the male side of homosexuals, while drooling over the females that prefer other females.
Homosexuality is no more a sin than it is to eat with your left hand holding the spoon or fork.
Speaking of sin, if you're one of those bible-thumpers:
Yes, Christ died for our sins.
Does that not make his death a death in vain if we stopped sinning?
Don't get me wrong, there are sins that even I'd love to see banned from existence, but to say that we must stop sinning even the smallest, lightest sins is to say that you want Christ to have died for nothing.
So go ahead, sin a little, live a little, long as it harms none it's a celebration of the sacrifice Christ put up so we could live our lives.
If he did, and if he was who the bible claims he was.
There aren't too many people around anymore who are old enough to give a first-hand account of Christ's story.
And since I'm in the mood, I'm going for a triple:
Isn't it funny how all these religions agree on one thing?
That their paper book is the true word of the only real god(s)?
A piece of paper with words, printed by men who weren't even around when the originals were written...
Isn't it funny how that collection of paper and ink is the word of every "one and only true god", yet the world and life that this deity created can be fucked up by everyone for mere words?
So excuse me for not being too big a fan of ANY religion... bunch of numbnuts and weirdo's.
Friday, May 08, 2009
Not really a wisdom, just something I wanted to share with the world... this is one of my favorite images.
But if I have to put some wisdom in it, here goes:
I don't care who or what you are, or where you live.
If you can't see the beauty of two women such as Bianca Beauchamp and Masuimi Max, either combined or individually, then you're not worth being pissed on if you were on fire.
Oh, and click on the image to see the full-sized version.
Friday, February 15, 2008
Some simple wisdoms - II
My previous post, now that I read it back after a while, looked like it bordered on the edge of goodie-two-shoe-ism.
But it held some solid truth.
However, now I'm in another phase again, and the same energy comes from enjoying the good stuff - a couple of bottles of booze, a box of cigars, seeing your cat tear a big dog a new hole, beating the living crap out of said dog's owner and not getting arrested for it... some more booze and cigars.... tearing down a wall in your home that's been bugging you for months and discovering money (old money, no longer a valid currency, but still great for a monetary nostalgist like myself!), cranking up Seether, SOAD, and more kick-ass bands on a kick-ass laptop while tearing down another wall... at 23:38... yelling "FUCK YOU NEIGHBOR" with each chunk of stone and concrete that comes down... and drinking some more.
And having another cigar in my mouth...
And just maybe I'll go and hook myself up with some weed tonight - haven't smoked any in well over a year now.
Much of my old life - bars, friends, activities - are no longer around, so I'm entitled to some replacements, such as boozing and smoking.
And somewhere around 04:00 I'll pop on IRC to chat with folks I actually care about.
Shit don't get much better than that...
But it held some solid truth.
However, now I'm in another phase again, and the same energy comes from enjoying the good stuff - a couple of bottles of booze, a box of cigars, seeing your cat tear a big dog a new hole, beating the living crap out of said dog's owner and not getting arrested for it... some more booze and cigars.... tearing down a wall in your home that's been bugging you for months and discovering money (old money, no longer a valid currency, but still great for a monetary nostalgist like myself!), cranking up Seether, SOAD, and more kick-ass bands on a kick-ass laptop while tearing down another wall... at 23:38... yelling "FUCK YOU NEIGHBOR" with each chunk of stone and concrete that comes down... and drinking some more.
And having another cigar in my mouth...
And just maybe I'll go and hook myself up with some weed tonight - haven't smoked any in well over a year now.
Much of my old life - bars, friends, activities - are no longer around, so I'm entitled to some replacements, such as boozing and smoking.
And somewhere around 04:00 I'll pop on IRC to chat with folks I actually care about.
Shit don't get much better than that...
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Some simple wisdoms...
Sometimes, great satisfaction comes from little things.
Just cleaning up around the house will take energy, but at the same time it can provide a lot of energy, in a different way.
Energy which ends up inspiring and driving someone to undertake greater things.
This is a general wisdom, widely known, but in modern days it often becomes a forgotten wisdom.
And no, I'm not going through a "goodie-two-shoes softy"-kind of phase, I still tear ass, I still like women and a beer every now and then... well, I'd like a beer right now, and then another one.... but I've been cutting down on alcohol and other things.
Because I needed to get back into shape, for myself.
And still need to.
I just didn't recognize myself anymore, in a way.
And at moments like that, we can use that boost of energy that we get from the little things.
Cleaning house, working out, reading a good book and taking time for yourself....
It all makes a difference in how you take on whatever life throws at you in a day.
I'd almost say that those things are therapeutic, but then I'd have to punch myself in the groin and recite some stupid girly-poem... long story, but let's just leave it at that I don't intend to ever do that.
Just cleaning up around the house will take energy, but at the same time it can provide a lot of energy, in a different way.
Energy which ends up inspiring and driving someone to undertake greater things.
This is a general wisdom, widely known, but in modern days it often becomes a forgotten wisdom.
And no, I'm not going through a "goodie-two-shoes softy"-kind of phase, I still tear ass, I still like women and a beer every now and then... well, I'd like a beer right now, and then another one.... but I've been cutting down on alcohol and other things.
Because I needed to get back into shape, for myself.
And still need to.
I just didn't recognize myself anymore, in a way.
And at moments like that, we can use that boost of energy that we get from the little things.
Cleaning house, working out, reading a good book and taking time for yourself....
It all makes a difference in how you take on whatever life throws at you in a day.
I'd almost say that those things are therapeutic, but then I'd have to punch myself in the groin and recite some stupid girly-poem... long story, but let's just leave it at that I don't intend to ever do that.
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Life's little wisdoms...
Well, it's been a while since my last post.
In that time I've gained some insights in several fields of life.
Some of those wisdoms I feel I should share, since, well, they're mine, and this is about my wisdoms.
So, here goes...
1. Farting is cool.
Especially when you fart on someone else.
But occasionally, something goes wrong, and you won't realize that chunks are coming along with the gas, until it's too late.
In such cases, use this wisdom:
- Act like you intended it that way.
Sure, it may not look good to crap when you intend to fart, but hey, put on a good show and at least it will look cool.
- Act like you couldn't help it because you weren't fully there.
Seriously, who could blame you if they thought you were high on crack, pcp, drunk from booze AND under medication?
Just remember to say completely random and insane stuff at times, to pull this one off.
- If you intended to fart on someone, and the chunkage happened:
Look over your shoulder at your intended victim, grin sheepishly, and ask if he's ready for the BIG one, next...
Also, prepare to run like someone's about to take your backdoor virginity...
2. You get born, you live a sucky life, and then you die, unless you're me.
The grim reaper doesn't have the balls to come after me.
But when you die, it all just starts over.
Reincarnation.
Nothing you can do about it.
So, you get born, you live a sucky life, you die, death sucks, and then you get born again.
At some point you'll get reincarnated as a guy who has to suck other guys' cocks - not because you're into cock, far from it, but because you need the money for a loaf of bread, some bland stuff to put on that bread, and maybe a cup of coffee.
Ain't that a bitch...
So, in short, let me sum it up like this:
Life sucks, death sucks, and at some point you're a dude who sucks cock for a living.
3. Emo-kiddies suck.
Seriously, emo-homo's, you need to face the reality that the universe doesn't revolve around your failure to properly slit your wrists.
Grow a pair of balls and go jump off a high building, or out of an airplane.
Don't post another blog-post about how you failed to commit suicide and how that hurt your feelings.
If you must post something, let it be about how you finally succeeded at committing suicide.
Now there's a blog I'd look forward to reading... you buncha whiny-ass crybabies.
4. Mel Brooks is God.
Mike Judge is God.
Lemmy is God.
That punk-ass shitface who you think wrote the original bible is just a cheap knock-off.
5. TV sucks.
Radio also sucks.
The internet is the last battleground between stuff that doesn't suck, and stuff that sucks.
I am all man, after radio and TV went, I need stuff that doesn't suck.
So, for fuck's sake, you corporate and governmental whore-monkeys, keep your filthy hands off the internet.
I need, crave, and requiure stuff for free.
If that means Metallica has to sell one of their gold-plated toiletpaper dispensers, then so be it.
Fuck 'em, there's days where toiletpaper is all I eat, because between taxes, rent, more taxes, the cost of living and more taxes, I'm pretty much ass-raped the day my monthly money comes in.
So, FUCK Metallica and all those candy-ass pretty-boys who suck the industry cock like it was a bottle of champaign.
The only time I get to see champaign is if I ever decide to sell my ass in some fancy club.
Yeah, that's likely to happen... I think right after I gnaw off my nuts and suck cock.
Let me re-itterate... GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF MY FREE MIDGET HERMAPHRODITE TEABAGGING SITES!!!
There, those are my wisdoms.
If you find you can agree with them, good, may they serve you well.
If not, well, fuck you...
In that time I've gained some insights in several fields of life.
Some of those wisdoms I feel I should share, since, well, they're mine, and this is about my wisdoms.
So, here goes...
1. Farting is cool.
Especially when you fart on someone else.
But occasionally, something goes wrong, and you won't realize that chunks are coming along with the gas, until it's too late.
In such cases, use this wisdom:
- Act like you intended it that way.
Sure, it may not look good to crap when you intend to fart, but hey, put on a good show and at least it will look cool.
- Act like you couldn't help it because you weren't fully there.
Seriously, who could blame you if they thought you were high on crack, pcp, drunk from booze AND under medication?
Just remember to say completely random and insane stuff at times, to pull this one off.
- If you intended to fart on someone, and the chunkage happened:
Look over your shoulder at your intended victim, grin sheepishly, and ask if he's ready for the BIG one, next...
Also, prepare to run like someone's about to take your backdoor virginity...
2. You get born, you live a sucky life, and then you die, unless you're me.
The grim reaper doesn't have the balls to come after me.
But when you die, it all just starts over.
Reincarnation.
Nothing you can do about it.
So, you get born, you live a sucky life, you die, death sucks, and then you get born again.
At some point you'll get reincarnated as a guy who has to suck other guys' cocks - not because you're into cock, far from it, but because you need the money for a loaf of bread, some bland stuff to put on that bread, and maybe a cup of coffee.
Ain't that a bitch...
So, in short, let me sum it up like this:
Life sucks, death sucks, and at some point you're a dude who sucks cock for a living.
3. Emo-kiddies suck.
Seriously, emo-homo's, you need to face the reality that the universe doesn't revolve around your failure to properly slit your wrists.
Grow a pair of balls and go jump off a high building, or out of an airplane.
Don't post another blog-post about how you failed to commit suicide and how that hurt your feelings.
If you must post something, let it be about how you finally succeeded at committing suicide.
Now there's a blog I'd look forward to reading... you buncha whiny-ass crybabies.
4. Mel Brooks is God.
Mike Judge is God.
Lemmy is God.
That punk-ass shitface who you think wrote the original bible is just a cheap knock-off.
5. TV sucks.
Radio also sucks.
The internet is the last battleground between stuff that doesn't suck, and stuff that sucks.
I am all man, after radio and TV went, I need stuff that doesn't suck.
So, for fuck's sake, you corporate and governmental whore-monkeys, keep your filthy hands off the internet.
I need, crave, and requiure stuff for free.
If that means Metallica has to sell one of their gold-plated toiletpaper dispensers, then so be it.
Fuck 'em, there's days where toiletpaper is all I eat, because between taxes, rent, more taxes, the cost of living and more taxes, I'm pretty much ass-raped the day my monthly money comes in.
So, FUCK Metallica and all those candy-ass pretty-boys who suck the industry cock like it was a bottle of champaign.
The only time I get to see champaign is if I ever decide to sell my ass in some fancy club.
Yeah, that's likely to happen... I think right after I gnaw off my nuts and suck cock.
Let me re-itterate... GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF MY FREE MIDGET HERMAPHRODITE TEABAGGING SITES!!!
There, those are my wisdoms.
If you find you can agree with them, good, may they serve you well.
If not, well, fuck you...
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Wisdom Today...
Today, I want to share with you a wisdom that may already make sense to many out there.
Google is your friend.
Google will help you in your darkest hour of need.
And after you've finally found a hitman service that is willing to off you for two beerbottle caps, a shiny nickle and some pocket-lint, Google will hop in the sack with you.
But whatever happens, don't ask it to move it's thumb away from *there* - trust me, Google can go pretty damn violent, even when pretending to be a smooth pimp.
Google is your friend.
Google will help you in your darkest hour of need.
And after you've finally found a hitman service that is willing to off you for two beerbottle caps, a shiny nickle and some pocket-lint, Google will hop in the sack with you.
But whatever happens, don't ask it to move it's thumb away from *there* - trust me, Google can go pretty damn violent, even when pretending to be a smooth pimp.
Monday, December 18, 2006
Good things come in small packages...
It's been a while since I posted anything here.
The reason is simple:
I've been busier than Liberace would have been in the Vatican.
But I've got a few seconds now, and some inspiration.
It's been a while since I had both at the same time.
But hey, let's get on with today's little wisdom...
Good things come in small packages.
Today I got a large package from two friends.
But it contained several smaller packages.
And those smaller packages contained things that touched me deeply.
And I don't mean in a "catholic priest visits a school"-kinda way...
No, no no no.... I mean that in a good way.
A great way.
A speshul way...
Some of the things brought back some special memories.
Some others were just hitting a special string.
All of it was good.
Now, I know that not all those who spend their "lives" behind a computer may have such close friends (or any friends at all, for that matter... hey, you're sitting here reading a crappy blog...) so I'll try and translate this wisdom to their (or your) situation.
I could use one of my older wisdoms about the test of manliness, but I'd rather use the example of the big, hard turd that won't budge for other purposes.
So, let's try this for size;
Let's say, someone sends you two packages.
One giant package, and one small one.
You open the giant one, and out comes this big black violent mofo who beats the living crap out of you, then brutally proves to you that it's true what they say about black men...
Trust me, not being able to sit down for months, is NOT a good thing.
After this ordeal, you somehow manage to turn back time... or you just repress the memory about being taken up the butt by a man who's hung like a churchtower...
Whichever the case, now you open the smaller package...
Out jumps this tiny Japanese guy.... he karate-chops the living crap out of you and brutally proves to you that it's true what they say about gnomes -- ewp, sorry, I meant Asian men...
Now, wouldn't that be a lot better than what the black guy in this example did to you?
Point made, enough said...
The reason is simple:
I've been busier than Liberace would have been in the Vatican.
But I've got a few seconds now, and some inspiration.
It's been a while since I had both at the same time.
But hey, let's get on with today's little wisdom...
Good things come in small packages.
Today I got a large package from two friends.
But it contained several smaller packages.
And those smaller packages contained things that touched me deeply.
And I don't mean in a "catholic priest visits a school"-kinda way...
No, no no no.... I mean that in a good way.
A great way.
A speshul way...
Some of the things brought back some special memories.
Some others were just hitting a special string.
All of it was good.
Now, I know that not all those who spend their "lives" behind a computer may have such close friends (or any friends at all, for that matter... hey, you're sitting here reading a crappy blog...) so I'll try and translate this wisdom to their (or your) situation.
I could use one of my older wisdoms about the test of manliness, but I'd rather use the example of the big, hard turd that won't budge for other purposes.
So, let's try this for size;
Let's say, someone sends you two packages.
One giant package, and one small one.
You open the giant one, and out comes this big black violent mofo who beats the living crap out of you, then brutally proves to you that it's true what they say about black men...
Trust me, not being able to sit down for months, is NOT a good thing.
After this ordeal, you somehow manage to turn back time... or you just repress the memory about being taken up the butt by a man who's hung like a churchtower...
Whichever the case, now you open the smaller package...
Out jumps this tiny Japanese guy.... he karate-chops the living crap out of you and brutally proves to you that it's true what they say about gnomes -- ewp, sorry, I meant Asian men...
Now, wouldn't that be a lot better than what the black guy in this example did to you?
Point made, enough said...
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