how long has it been since you've only been able to hear the wind flowing through the leaves - without the noise of airplanes or helicopters overhead, cars and trucks on the expressway, laughter or cries from the crowd, the ambiguous honking of taxis, or the din of skyscraper ventilation fans?
what would put someone in a such a state that they would be spoiling for a fight at a very nice brunch place on a sunday morning, in front of his girlfriend, so that everyone would mock him as soon as he skulks away in disgust?
if there were a gague that indicated how much time the world had to continue in its present state, and the amount of time was less than the amount of time you had to live, how much effort would you expend discrediting that gague compared to the effort you make mitigating your contribution to that fatal outcome? what if that gague indicated your own mortality? is there a difference?
why is it that i'm never happier in the course of a day, more appreciative of all the things that i have going for me, than when i see all of the other salarymen and salarywomen grimacing as they emerge from the go station or the subway, crossing the streets, heading to their jobs, frowns and grimaces deeply set into their faces, dressed in outfits that cost three times what mine does?
what if everyone really is too broken and disillusioned to be "normal"?
what if the "terrorists" are right and our western society needs to be crushed and rebuilt because it's become too corrupt and misguided to be allowed to continue the way that it has? would there be some way to meet them in a common middle ground? would we ever agree to do so even if it were in everyone's mutual best interest?
if superman were not the construct of a team of dedicated, adoring writers, commited to him always doing the right thing and creating a universe where he can do so and always come out unscathed and ready for another year's worth of sales, would he, or would he go mad and dominate the planet like lucifer, unchained from his hellish confine?
if you lost control of all the aspects of your life that were important to you, but that abject lack of control manifested itself in behaviour that was completely congruous with all of society's expectations (including social, work and personal connections), how would you ever realize that you had lost it? would it be a clinical "problem"? would you feel a sense of arrogance contemplating people who had "lost it" and couldn't function in normal environments?
how much meat would you eat if you had to slaughter it yourself? how many clothes or shoes would you buy if you saw where the people who make them live? how many people would you have sex with if you could see all of the people that they had sex with in their lives?
if every creative act that you could perform (thoughts, poetry, dance, painting, writing, thinking, design, etc.) were like giving birth, would there be an option for abortion? would you take it if you had the chance? upon what criteria would you base your decisions?
why is it noble to resist commands to denounce one's beliefs and loves upon threat of torture or death, but utterly necessary to do so when the object of that belief or love tells you to do it voluntarily? what if that thing or person is lieing? what if that thing or person is acting under duress? what if that thing or person doesn't realize it? how do you know the difference(s)?
how personal should a personal blog be before it becomes too personal and inappropriate for consumption by anyone?
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