I spent a good portion of my day walking in the modern day market today; the mall was stuffed full of excited people and big-eyed children all wanting everything within an arm’s length. I never realized how easily it is to get sucked into the comfortable colors and shiny items all lined up on the shelves at any department store or kiosk you pass. It’s intoxicating really. The smells, the atmosphere, the music, the fat santa sitting in the middle. It’d almost be great if it wasn’t for the herd of cattle busting out of every door, archway and crevice.

Not to be a Grinch here, because I’m not. I’m a kind, generous person all throughout the year. Unlike others, I don’t try to fit all my random acts of kindness into one month just because the media tells us to do so.  I’ll admit, birthdays and Christmas I always attempt to best myself from the previous year without spending overly much.

This year however, I’ve spent 3 full hours over the past 2 days, walking the mall, only to find nothing of which I originally went in for regarding presents, but have ended up leaving with something for myself both times. I actually feel guilt when I get home. Me! Feeling guilty! What difference should it make being the Christmas season to any other day of the year? I’m always one to randomly purchase items that I feel will somehow be beneficial to my day to day, and yet at this time of the year, prices are actually quite reasonable, so I really shouldn’t feel bad.

Perhaps it’s because my original reason for visiting the malls was to purchase gifts, rather than gifts for myself.

So anyways, back on topic here. The amount of people hording over this year’s ultimate toy, have-to-buy gadget, this year’s designer jeans, shirts, etc.. Sure, you’re trying to be generous to people that you spend time with. Family, friends, roommates, neighbors, that guy over by the dumpster, ya know… the special ones.

Shouldn’t this time of year be more focused on being together with your friends and family during the cold, sitting around discussing the end of the year? That’s what I get out of it. Not the hyped up “MUST BUY GIFTS” aspect of it. Christmas is the greatest marketing ploy ever! Of course the stores will bank on it. Lately they attempt to bank on everything. What was this latest 3 day sale, Black Friday that happened in the states? It’s made up!

Ah, well, Lets all remember to spend time with those that matter, and buy them all a sack of potatoes for Christmas, just be a jackass.

In a world like today, what does a blog contribute?

Nothing beyond words. I do however have a fancy music player spouting a variety of metal, trance and chill, but nonetheless, words. Why are there so many blogs out there? Are we all so numb to the social world that we must explain our thoughts and personal endeavors via online journal? I understand people mimicking the behaviors of a sociopath, believing they can subdue their need of social connection with online communication. It seems an easy way to divulge your feelings without any direct ramifications. To negate the connection of in-person contact is ludicrous. Such ignorance can lead to problems in career and relationships and even create a sociopath of themselves. You must understand, I’m talking of young persons perhaps on their way to becoming a sociopath. Those who can’t seem to find belonging, yet discover it online. It can help someone get through school if they have no other release or person to talk to, but if the behavior continues beyond school into the work place, it can raise questions.

My reasons for posting on a blog are a little more complex.

What is the purpose of this blog, you may ask. If only it were as easy as an explanation. I really don’t know what this blog is. Possibly a way to post random rantings of political discourse. Perhaps what my bowel movement looked like on Saturday morning. I’m quite intrigued to see where this goes and how well it’s received.

Only time will tell.

My name’s Tyler, and I’ll be taking you on a tour of my mind.

Imagine you’re 17. It’s the year 1913. You’ve only just heard of the concept of electricity. You’re lucky if you’re able to bathe once a week. You’ve enlisted in the army as an airmen because you like to watch the birds, and dream of flying.

Now imagine being over in France, as your first mission is coming close. You are to disable a ammo dump, and get out of there before the reinforcements get there. You hate the Germans. You’ve been brought up and brainwashed since a young child all the way to a couple hours ago at your first briefing of the mission. They’re bad, and they’re after your way of life.

You’re pumped up. Epic speeches, great men you look up to who rumor has it, has killed hundreds of the bad guys. You’re looking forward to killing.

But then you witness it first hand.

You watch your comrade die in the front cockpit as he’s hit by a stray bullet. You have to pilot all the way back to the airfield with your dead friend, who you’ve known for over 3 years through the air force. Your best friend way out here.

Imagine the emotions welling up inside of you, all the thoughts you’d be thinking.

You’re back out there mere hours later to intercept a bombing attempt at a local ally camp. You shoot down a german plane, but you are also shot down, close enough to the german’s crash site to be worried. You decide to take initiative and go over there in case he’s still alive. All the pep talks of this moment to keep you excited rolling through your head. Now you’re face to face with this man. This man.

He’s thinking the same thing you are. He’s there for the same reason you are. He has a family back home, hoping he come back. What’s the difference?

He speaks a different language.

And yet you want nothing more than to shoot him dead for killing your friend… as if every german were the same, that killing one will subdue the pain.

Now put yourself in the German’s shoes.

This damn pilot shot you down in means of killing you. Now he must have come to finish the job. You’re scared. You can’t help but continually think of your family back home. How much you fought not to be in this position. All you wanted to do was be a farmer with the rest of your family.

Is it fair?

All the talk of the members of the Triple Entente being evil. They’re there to take your way of life. To take your land, your family, your friends… Kill them all. You’ve been taught this for years, drilled into your head with propaganda. You have no reason not to believe it. You have a strong Christian background, and you don’t want to go to hell for not trying to defeat evil. It seems the right thing to do.

Really?

War is not good enough for us as a human species. We’re too emotional… too complex to be doing this to each other. Does it make sense at all to you? We’re not senseless.

Not that global war doesn’t have it’s minor benefits. It increases production, increases productivity, creates an arm race to seek out better means of blowing up the other guy. Experimentation.

But it’s not worth dying for. Funny… We are all scared of dying. Why? Everyone does. It’s inevitable. Is it the unknown? Is it the idea of leaving your life for something that could be heaven or hell? Or is it simply because you would cease to exist?

That question is key to understanding our simple motivation to go to war. To survive. To not let the other guy kill us first.

If war is ever brought upon us again on a global scale… I’ll be sitting here in my bathrobe reading garfield comics if anyone needs me.

My friend of misery, why haunt me so?
In the soulless night’s mirror,
Of the black and white photo.

Hanging there.

Trembling away goes the hand in reach,
Till no longer can it hold it’s composure,
Waiting for you to touch back.

But nothing.

Nothing comes for the one who waits,
Patiently counting stains of misfortune.
Discoloration and defeat.

And yet, waits.

Why lay dormant and tranquil,
When it’s there for the taking.
Mocking silently, submissively.

Always out 3 inches of reach.

It’s a shame that we must simplify our way of life… to not dwell on the world’s mysteries and secrets, but to just continually live our lives in a mask of certainty and absolutes, when the world around us asks us to theorize and ponder. To live life in an uncertain way, is to drive yourself insane, to miss the ways of our culture and society as it has become.

But is it really worth it? We all make ourselves happy with the theories we are able to come up with at some point in our lives, but only to leave them in our wake and move on. we think, “Let the men who get paid to ponder” to solve the questions of the world and life. In thinking so deeply, we become hostile to our own kind, realizing the sheer ferocity and pain that we can and do inflict. Realizing that life is all a sham, that our way of life is just a made up belief to keep ourselves from falling into a depression.

There is an upside. In keeping your mind appeased with subtle answers and theories, without going too far into the unknown, we relieve ourselves of pain and anguish of sorts… we can live together, and not separated. Although we are a vicious set of creatures, we are still united to the end.

Oh well. You’re all doomed anyway.

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If you were to come across the average person from the 1950’s, and ask a series of questions involving, oh, I don’t know, medicine, how much do you think they would know in comparison? What about if you were to compare your knowledge of history, books, etc.? 50 years ago, information was not nearly as accessible as today. The average person knew what they were told, and what they read. Today however, is a whole other story. The human race has learned to investigate, question, and in doing so, created more than just the wheel in 50 years.

We’ve reached a point in our evolution where we’ve begun to evolve on our own, via teaching our experience and expertise to the next generation. In doing so, the human race has been able to make gigantic leaps in technology within a very short time. An abundance of population greatly increases the productivity of such advances. I call this, “Synthetic Evolution” or, “Man-Made Evolution.”

We as a species have been able to advance faster than natural evolution can keep up. Perhaps it is a specific point within the past 6,000 years that brings upon this change in the human race. We have seen the creation of agriculture, the discoveries of metals and clay, the understanding of governing, all being major leaps of the human race. With the creation of the technology age, where information is available to anyone at any time, we’ve been able to further ourselves more so in the past 50 years than we ever have since before recorded history.

So what is next? We’ve discovered how to harness nuclear fission, electricity, mass production, transportation, space exploration. Where does the human race go after this? Perhaps it is time to start thanking mankind for discoveries, instead of an invisible man in the sky, and delve further into the mechanics of our natural selves without the god element. Maybe it’s time for world peace, which in turn would only increase our goals of expanding our knowledge. But…

If only it were in us to be civil with one another. Humans really are just animals. We still hold ourselves as proud mammals, whom only want to survive and continue our species. If we feel the slightest danger to ourselves or family, we fight. It’s just our primal nature. World peace is not within arms length nor ever will be. It is compromise that will be our biggest battle.

This Synthetic Evolution of ours really is humanity’s largest struggle to come. What we are becoming capable of doing is something extraordinary, and to have it all come crashing down because of a holy war, or a political debate, would be ludicrous. This is where we must learn to compromise for the sake of humanity’s continued exploration.

Lets take it all in stride.

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About time, too.

One zealous eccentric seeks to find reason to questions not needing answers. Problems not in need of resolution. Why, you may ask, would one delve into such irksome subjects, void of any substance. Is it a matter of boredom? Maybe a sense of madness. Does it matter? In what situation would one worry about another’s mental well being, when their own lingers close to daft and maniacal. What signs does one need before they become generally concerned for this person? Can one not live their lives apart from social acceptance without ridicule and mockery? What exactly categorizes one as moonstruck? Is everyone the same? Or is everyone different like everyone else?

One comes to ask themselves, why does the subject of one’s own sanity come into question from friends and family, when a sense of social discrepancy and unbalance is quite evident on one’s mind. When one can see the proverbial Jenge tower of society being toppled over by one insignificant push, pull or prod, does that not give reason to a waning sanity? Is it sanity everyone has, to go to school to get a job, work for 50 years, then retire, only to be too old to really live the life you could have? A character in the movie ConAir puts it best. “What if I told you insane was working fifty hours a week in some office for fifty years at the end of which they tell you to piss off; ending up in some retirement village hoping to die before suffering the indignity of trying to make it to the toilet on time? Wouldn’t you consider that to be insane?”

In a manner of speaking, there are obvious levels of insanity. Levels that are reached by geniuses and scholars. These are the levels of insanity that are being overlooked. If one is so smart as to give up their own sanity instead of try and coupe… what reasons would someone have to do it? It angers me to think that some of the smartest people in the world, may also be some of the craziest.

Does one think intelligence is brought upon them via an omniscient being? Is it a certain chain of events that leads to a specific thought pattern, creating much more susceptible thinking? Maybe it’s genetics, or environment, or food. One knows that intelligence is measured by a flawed system. Measured on a system of subjects taught in school. It is more a measurement of one’s thought pattern and solving capabilities. Not someone’s full potential. Thought is much more than just intelligence of common knowledge. What of the question makers? Are those not the smartest of all?

It is absolute bullshit when people say not to judge others. It is human nature to judge, not only others, but one’s self as well. It is the same with most socially unaccepted matters. Human nature cannot be described to you via movies, TV, news, or the internet. It is something you have to dive into yourself for. Explore your own consciousness, your own subconsciousness. If there are really 6.5 billion people in this world, do you really think you’re an individual? That you’re different than everyone else? It goes without saying that everyone has their own feeling of difference among their peers. Different upbringings, surroundings, environments, etc.. However, that is all it is.

Only you know how to live your life happily and prosperously. If you’re sucked into society and a dead end job that you hate, it’s never too late to start new. Don’t believe people when they say money doesn’t bring you happiness. Of course is does. It’s how you’re able to explore, to do things that make you happy. The fact that you must spend 40+ hours a week working in order to do so is absurd, but what choice do you have in society today? The most you can hope for is inheritance.

So I implore you, go out, live your life, judge who you want, flirt with who you want, love what you want, work where you want. Don’t let social acceptance bind your thoughts and actions. Do so what you see fit, to the guidelines of human nature. Let that be your rules. One doesn’t need the help of an invisible entity to have morals and restrictions. The only help you need is from yourself. Look deep into your primal state and set your morals on that. Build on them from there. Live life to what you think is the best route, not what others tell you. Life can only be lived to what extent you give it.

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In a world like today, what does a blog contribute?

Nothing beyond words. I do however have a fancy music player spouting a variety of metal, trance and chill, but nonetheless, words. Why are there so many blogs out there? Are we all so numb to the social world that we must explain our thoughts and personal endeavors via online journal? I understand people mimicking the behaviors of a sociopath, believing they can subdue their need of social connection with online communication. It seems an easy way to divulge your feelings without any direct ramifications. To negate the connection of in-person contact is ludicrous. Such ignorance can lead to problems in career and relationships and even create a sociopath of themselves. You must understand, I’m talking of young persons perhaps on their way to becoming a sociopath. Those who can’t seem to find belonging, yet discover it online. It can help someone get through school if they have no other release or person to talk to, but if the behavior continues beyond school into the work place, it can raise questions.

My reasons for posting on a blog are a little more complex.

What is the purpose of this blog, you may ask. If only it were as easy as an explanation. I really don’t know what this blog is. Possibly a way to post random rantings of political discourse. Perhaps what my bowel movement looked like on Saturday morning. I’m quite intrigued to see where this goes and how well it’s received.

Only time will tell.

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