Road Runner Ruined

Well i havent posted for a while, and its far too hot to come up with an appropriate topic now so this is going to have to be short and sweet. And i don't mean like Dakota Fanning, or do i...

I have briefly discussed the sudden absense of anvils with a very unimaginative individual (lucky for him he doesn't want to become a writer). Im currently wondering where they have all disappeared to? I mean there used to be at least one blacksmith in every village, each would have had atleaast one anvil for operation, so where could so many of them go. I suppose it is possible the acme corporation may have done a recall but still, mass amounts of steel that were created with the intention that they couldn't be melted down just disappearing...

Something to ponder till some real content appears here.

Till next we meet,
Paul

Conditioning

I thought it might be appropriate for my gospels to include some proficies, i mean what kinda prophet would i be if i wasn't telling people how to live their lives? So this is my first!

- Your society shall condemn itself by erroneously accepting what should never be.

I have suggested in the past that people tend to go out of their way to ignore the strange. And to an extent i still hold strong to this although have conceded the severity has not reached the bounds of the negative spectrum (the valid rebuttal was quite persuasive).

Over time we have been 'conditioned'. Trained by society on how to act, react, perceive and judge. We have absorbed its ethics and morals and have accepted them as norms. To fit into our society one must go through a thought process, and just like ridding a bike, after a while you no longer consciously thing about it, but the process still remains. We evaluate a situation, apply both our set of values and morals and that of society. We then conclude with what is perceived as an appropriate course of action. The question that comes from this (I know you knew it was coming!) is, to what extent do they have on the creation of our own values?

It is often said that one is defined by the choices they make, but if an outcome is completely dependent upon a process, is the choice theirs to make? (I will probably discuss the notion of fate VS self fulfilling prophecies in a latter post)

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As the SAW trilogy so eloquently stipulates:
What would you do when faced with life or pain? Could you play the game?

Till next we meet,
Paul

Loss of innocence

I morn for the loss of simpler times, of an idealism were things were as clear cut as good and evil. When our eyes where closed to the cruelty of this world, and our minds only loosely focused on the happenings of the day. I have grown before my time, my youth stolen and discarded upon the floor, forced from my grip by the events of my past.

I often reflect upon my time before cynicism, before life was complicated, when a consequence was merely a word thrown around defying its very definition. We are forced to grow up too early these days. Imparting upon children the truths of humanity at younger and younger ages diminishes the time they have to develop a sense of self. Why can’t a child simply remain a child? Understandably wisdom does not come with age, but rather with an individual’s ability to separate themselves from their circumstance and objectively evaluate the situation. Still, there are things that can wait for years to pass.

The world has many faces, each one made by man and influenced by money, greed and power. I’m not saying that one should be oblivious to the sins on this world, but we should allow for a greater gestation period before exposing our youths and destroying the wonder of innocence.

The loss of innocence is something we must all go through, it is a right of passage where the blinkers of romantic ideals are removed and replaced with a cold sense of reality. Glorifications are realised, and disappointment shall always ensue. But the age at which this process takes place should not be at the time of babes.

Discovery is not always what it seems.

Till next we meet,
Paul

Robert Frost: One of the greats

Poems by my favorite poet:

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

For more about Robert Frost click here.