Aphorisms and Maxims- Old writing- Copyright Robert Fullarton 2009

Philosophy-= Copyright Robert Fullarton

Aphorisms and Maxims

 

From a firefly at dusk to a butterfly at dawn we happy individuals bequeath the colours of our individuality. Yes we are one in kin in regards with our biological framework, but man was made to stray from the pack, to survey the wilderness the valleys and the mountains for each individual is indeed a creature of a new creation!

The will to Love supersedes the will to power, for love is an education in itself and the work of a great connoisseur, perfectionist and the greatest deep-sea diver of them all, for he has been to the depths of the greatest love and yet soared unto the stratosphere.

The animals, the birds and the great diversity of creatures on our planet, in their beauty and complexity, must be respected and adored, for they are a challenge onto man to see the noble power of his actions, the scope of his responsibility and to see if he can respect the fellow tenants who share the earth, to endure and survive.

All prejudice in regards with the caste system shall vaporise eventually for the complete unity of racial understanding, which will lead unto our utopia.

The moral, the spiritual and the wizened men are the model microcosm in the growing macrocosm.

I say unto an eccentric, “there is method to his madness”.

Oh Eros is espoused in the clubs like gospel, but agape, storge and philia are hidden in the caves of the human heart waiting to be fermented, to be brewed in the brewery of our emotions.

God has officially been declared null and void in our secularised age. Oh, our atheist brothers are so well organised these days! Why don’t all theists unite and organize unto a great intellectual faction, a splinter cell in the age of rationalism. Such an organisation will be more profoundly crude, more controversial and shall match the modern media funded, atheist machine of sensationalism.

In our age, the media has taken huge authority at the mantle of our society, for its influence exerts a huge external force, indeed a great tour de force, through the political spectrum, the fashion world, the glorification of modern day sports and the sanctification of the celebrity cult deity, but all alas reflect the great days of disillusionment where all forms of religion, true culture, art, literature in its many forms and music have been transformed to become amalgamated into the media’s exerted influence. For the media and the powers that be, seek to profiteer from everything noble and creative and have succeeded in transforming the great functions of man unto a circus or business so to make further profit and exploit those to whom they decide.

Society only touches the furthest ring of reality from the source. Reality is composed of rings of consciousness, perception and sensitivity. Society is based on the external appearances of collective influence, whether true or not, whether fact or fiction, such an external reality is fulfilled by all men and women in their true senses, but rarely transcended and only achieved by rare individuals who have enlarged and encouraged the breath of their consciousness, perception and sensitivity unto something purely innovative and unnatural. Thus the inner rings of reality are only touched when one makes a grand act or series of actions and thoughts which are beyond the normal physical and mental capacity of man’s outer functions. To ascend unto another consciousness, one must consider the psychological, theological, ontological and philosophical questions of his reality amongst others and he must consider and view his position in the universe.

All great opposites, in their polarity display the obvious distinction, either sublime or barbaric in degree.

All such opposites serve a purpose of subjective meaning unto the objective truth. Thus if one fulfils one subject in opposition onto another, one projects the true meaning of that subject in its unique and clearly distinct function. The purpose of such opposition is to give grandeur from one form or concept against another, to weigh one’s qualities against another.

Morality is the divine sieve, which filters every man and woman unto an essence or entity so to make one purely evil or purely good. Morality is the divine criteria placed on man and the battle of the selfish instinct and the elevated conscience of the human being. All matters are thus arbitrary in nature and are for the sole purpose of distinction to be fulfilled by each and every human subject. At the end of all ages every man shall become pure essence and the pure essence and ingredient or nature of their innermost capacity, thus all appearances of the extroverted kind shall evaporate and morality is the great and wonderful test, rigid in it’s nature that succeeds in the process. Morality is the weight of all burdens, troubles and plagues in respect with joy; hope and comfort, all moments are recorded both in time and space and beyond to measure the width, length, breadth, strength and honour of the individual in the face of time and history.

All men must walk their mountains, tread their stony ground and steer their ship away from the stormy waters of perdition.

All sprouts stand in the shade of the wizened oak tree, so all who are in their days of youth, must respect their elders, for they have cultivated wisdom, understanding and have weathered the trials and tribulations of our earthly manifestation.

Romance is most lively lived often in the rejected men, the great neglected prodigies of love who inwardly display the emotional and sexual aspects of the human case for fulfilment, thus they yearn, but never attain, they are dreamers, yes noble dreamers, but also lovers, who must zealously devote themselves to their romantic longings, which nevertheless will never be fulfilled. Such men watch the subjects of their affection from afar and are inept at approaching and receiving a cruel reality.

All the Casanovas, like serpents slither unto a woman’s bed half invited, to tempt and trap, but real, fulfilling romance is emotional, warm blooded, sacrificial, selfless, tender and much more than flesh and blood.

The Holy Spirit is the gown covering human conception and the providential pathway, which takes man higher than mere presumptions of coincidental activity. Thus when one is running with the spirit, one is running with a profound holy fire against wind, rain and rock. All circumstances are connected and all struggles must be approached through the medium of the Holy Spirit, presented unto man.

Man’s connection

Love is a semblance of the highest ring of reality, touching human flesh it never deceives for it is deep, mature, sacrificial and honest

The complete absence and the presence of morality is found in the humble animals, from the doves to the wolves, each species has its own genetic instinctive code to some degree to preserve the species, which one is a member of. For example it is instinctive for each animal in the normal case to protect one’s young against another, thus the primal urge to nurture and protect ones own is found even in the animals. Likewise morality has evolved from the primordial unto the modern era, it is an instinctive part of man and yet part of a revelatory and religious code, experience and duty for the preservation of the species but also an evolved test or elevated code so to reprimand, prohibit and punish those who seek to transgress the laws and rights of the human species. Thus morality has expanded from Mosaic Law unto the Gospels of Christ to inspire and influence modern positive law and the constitutions of each democratic state.

Oh you Freudians perhaps morality is part of an infantile wish fulfilment, maybe you instead are part of an infantile wish fulfilment. You’re infantile wish fulfilment is the wish to rebel against authority and the greatest of such authorities called God. Maybe with you’re infantile wishes and dreams you should grow the strong and sensible urges of a man and not a child!

Schools and prisons, convicts and pupils, have indeed much in common; many share the same minds and the same destinies. Both are horrid camps for survival, where the vulnerable are destroyed and the hardy prosper over every teacher, supervisor and the warder. Survival of the fittest is indeed the common school motto to be found these days!

Man prefers the hollow beauty of his making, and loves to sweep reality beneath the

tainted surface of the doormat. Thus society looks pristine and picturesque, when really, rotten deep inside; it cannot hide its insidious nature.

Society may look glamorised, with the makeup of celebrities, but when reality comes home to roost when another tramp or outcast appears on the scene, then and only then do the warts and boils appear through the coffee coloured facial tar foundation that society wears.

All great sons seek to be the patriarch of the clan

It is all the fashion these days to be a pessimist, isn’t it? Don’t we all need some doctor to inject us with the lost happiness of our religious archaic forefathers?

Who killed positivism, for it must be unleashed; it must blossom and be unburdened with the human fear for the unknown. Let us whet our appetites on a three-course meal of positivism. Let all unbridled emotion be unleashed in our dance of positivism.

A contradiction is a great cross-examination of the self.

A dream is the furthest point of the past and the toughest climb unto the future

Society only becomes infectious through the media who carry the virus.

I am climbing up a mountain half blinded by a blizzard, half frozen by the hurricane and left half dead by my fellow citizens.

The deepest dreams are the mirrors of mankind.

Why do nationalists hate their governments, yet they state they love their countries?

I see the cosmos and I see man, or more correctly men running on their treadmills, day upon day, hour upon hour, like an image of exhaustion. Some of these are fit, broad and bare the muscles of an Olympian athlete, while others gasp, sweat and finally find their knees giving way to the strenuous and cruel nature of the situation. The former succeeded and the latter bowed out, or more correctly collapsed from the strictest regime in the cosmos.

All of us plagiarise in great detail from the great body of the collective unconsciousness. Thus man reiterates a point once more, from a different voice at a different time in history.

All our islands face a turbulent sea; man must find a bridge unto the mainland, unto the mountains to escape the turbulent seas.

The power of nature and nurture; all children can embody evil incarnate or represent saintliness in all its freedom.

Set you’re mind unto you’re goals and raise you’re mind above all adversaries and opponents. Never congregate with enemies for it is the leech that bleeds his host dry, never to take pity on his victim, but expose and destroy. Likewise, a young man must avoid the poisonous segregated clans of youth and outshine and outrun the others, in a general practice of a “high” morality and a wisdom that is too deep for the shallow superficial creatures to even reach. For when one is wise he sits perpetually on his summit and holds the orb of truth in his heart hidden away.

Pain is poisonous and sweet, for we suffer and yet we learn.

Thus the paradox exists, we are born so we shall die. Those who are cemented in their establishments believe however that the growth of the human seed is parallel to the growth of God and the death of one conception does not necessitate the death of the absolute nor the death of human essence.

Life is lived out in stages, and every being must make the transition unto the next, through the corridors, the chambers and pathways and the passages of existence, from youth unto retirement, from adolescence unto manhood, from birth unto death, the linear progression of man, is the eternal education of every subject.

Man cultivates and gathers understanding, through the senses, through his elite consciousness and his perception.

The past matters solely for what we have learnt and loved, but the future is ours, for the fruition and fulfilment of our greatest dreams. So the hungry wait with ravenous hunger in great anticipation for the great unveiling of their days, unto an age of impeccable glory. We all walk through the gates of consciousness, not knowing anything when we shuffle through the dark, for the past may leave bad legacies, but the future must be ours, for it is never ending.

The human seed eternal; must outshine the rusty, rotten corpse of the institutions.

Human education is the first and preliminary function of the individual intellect, however the second education, on the nature of God, one’s identity in individuality and the truth of creation, holds the highest place in our existence.

The extremists have polarised the political and religious spectrum, yet those who are truly religious shall emerge, not unhinged from the chaos of the madmen but shall shine in their actions and devotions, to exemplify the truth which one must transcend.

All rebels are overthrown by their own rebels, all loyal mules outlast and outlive the others, thus when one sets a standard one is bound to reap the rewards and one is trained in patience to overcome the predicaments of the day. Rebels truly feel the repercussions in every power shift, while loyal men feel the power in the prominence of their fortunes, when they come to light.

The death of man is parallel to the death of the universe. When the universe is reborn, thus shall man be reborn. Everything must be remade and reborn.

Every action, the deepest sentiments, each inclination, each grudge gravely harboured, and every love possessed so greatly is accounted for in the seconds of consciousness, and written and bound in our unique curriculum vitae, which takes divine accountability and shapes human character, beyond the persona, so to cultivate human essence in its grand purity.

Let music be my muse and let me write great and exceeding verses on the nature of life, the mythology of man and every man, for man is the mythology, the dream, to progress from one being unto a blazing star, I say leap forward! I say jump from chains and fettered realities unto heavens insurmountable.

What is the world but two men, in the eternal gauntlet, with their open wounds, fighting, vying for control of the restless earth?

The dialectical struggle is reserved for the philosophers and worldly men; it is instinctively the power struggle of the megalomaniacs versus the megalomaniacs, with their subordinates sandwiched in between.

To find friends one must become a social athlete, to run against his peers and leap the hurdles at the track that stretches through adolescence. But the great protagonist to the tale belongs to a good thriller novel where one’s friends are even more dangerous than one’s enemies.

The painful sting of man’s pride comes from a woman’s rejection, thus in courtship man drinks the poison in his golden cup, all seems apparently to be going well in the gallant dance of vanity until the dizzying effects set in.

Every man wears his mask but beneath the ugly face is beauty because the mask is ugly, and forged in man’s pretensions frivolity. The mask is made to suit society.

Passion never disappoints but raises man unto the reaches of the great immortals.

Human sexuality is that wondrous yet deadly combustible mix of instinct and exploration, but greater is the man who is pure iron without a mongrel mix of instinct and exploration, for the man of iron is made in his exploration and his exploration transcends and uproots the conformed, above mere distractions and temptations of instinct to ascend unto the heavens.

A new prophet has arisen for the earth to bear. He has come to sound the trumpets, the thunder and whip man back into his place. Each new prophet is appointed unto his obstinate congregation, who turn their heads in each and every other direction than the one to which he stands.

Alcohol belongs to men who seek their muse and escape the labour of life, the great tragedians, comedians and the wonderers seek it, but it also brings destruction in great quantity and a sickness as it consumes brain and spirit all at once.

In the universe abound in limitation and misfortune, one must push and press himself against the walls of limitation, to overcome the limitations of philosophers, to expand perception against old perceptions and seek the absolute truth.

Our human decorum shall only look humane when we make others shine, thus we shall glow and ever glow like lamps when we make lights appear all around.

It’s impossible to avoid the sirens, but noble to resist them. Those men who are deaf unto the song of the sirens are called cursed individuals, for centaurs and satyrs are seduced, but deaf men, lepers and minotaurs alike are never wanted, never worthy of the sirens attention. But alas the deaf men, the lepers and the minotaurs are playing golden harps of victory, for they drink the nectar of the heavens for although rejected by the sirens invitations they climb the scaffolds and the ladders unto the starry firmaments. Thus a minotaur becomes a man and a man becomes an archangel.

All eccentrics alike possess fifty percent oddness and ingenuity. For flavour is needed from the common blandness of existence. New ideas possess a spice and salt that the ordinary and conformed herd cannot contrive.

An altruistic life is spent in adoration, adoration given, adoration received, it is indeed the one and only practical lifestyle to live.

Overpopulation is the deadliest problem of all to the earth, so the animals suffer and man is ripped apart.

Love is the greatest gift, second to the gift of life.

A beautiful woman; her greatest weapon lies in her charm and I admit that I too have over a number of times thrown my heart upon a platter and my brains into an oven in the fruitless game called romance.

When the moon is adorned and painted red, like the colour of man’s pain, the wolf and the madman alike come out to howl and gallivant about the town. But that happens quite often, on a Saturday night in the streets of the cities’ enormous and quite spacious lunatic asylum.

Clutch all comfort to you’re heart, never let man cleave you in two.

Kafka once stated, quite prophetically that his generation was indeed worse than all previous generations, and I can state with unequivocal clarity that his words have bore down a great and terrifying truth to posterity and our generation today. Shall I echo the sentiments of the great Habsburgian genius? All generations live through repetition and face the fatuous decisions of our predecessors and we are the living paradox, yes man is the living paradox that exhorts the contradiction. For instance man lambastes morality in general, and rebels against authority in many forms, whether religious, social or political in its complex entity, and then man comes back to cross examine himself, both consciously and subconsciously to realise in totality that man cannot live with his fellow man, that war cannot be extinguished in the heart of man, that the antecedent rights of man cannot be substituted in our ever questioning times, of revaluation. But man has returned once again to his problem and has faced the firing squad at the signs of our age and such signs are of the diminishing authorities of both constitutional positive law and the traditional morality of Greco-Roman tradition and Christian religious Belief. Through constant revaluation, cross examination, amending legislation and the growing liberal zeitgeist of our times, the laws of the constitution are changing and faltering in the face of western jurisprudence and the legal practices which are being questioned and abused for their over extending leniency which has allowed the very perpetrators, offenders, aggressors to avoid the very force of the law which was once created to reprimand and prohibit them. In a sense the practice of solicitors and barristers which must act in the interests for justice act solely for the avaricious needs of finance and ambition and so the courts of law today shall defend the scourge of the earth, not for the principles of justice but for the finance of their careers. Is it not an age to reflect and examine our society of inmates fit for their sanatoriums, where democracy has failed, when it offers leniency for each heinous crime and has become another system in our modern age, which lives solely for the money! Maybe now is the time, for an obstinate society (with the writing on the wall) to turn once again to morality, away from half-baked moral subjectivism and the relativism of the liberal ethos to return to a mature faith with an emphasis on absolute objectivism based on the transcendental laws of the divine creator.

Oh the enlightenment prophets, the men who espoused equality with the poor and attacked society. Such men were housed comfortably in their mansions, hidden behind their vast accumulation and notoriety. They attacked the society, which they were a part of, but could not surrender their life of privilege and prosperity, so they stood on the sidelines of the times always as spectators to side with the rich and the poor. They were indeed rich in the spirit of pharisaic self-righteousness.

The temptation to boast is like a devil with a feather duster tickling me beneath my armpits. But the humble man holds dignity and integrity, which are the greater and grander treasures to possess.

It is better to be a happy go lucky mad man, than a gloomy all too clever genius.

Art is a semblance and a mirror of the wonderful creative process, given from the absolute. Man is the manufacturer, who arose from the earth to tend his flint, his tools and arrowheads, to hunt for food, to hunt for answers.

Man is the manufacturer and not the creator of all conceptions, preconceptions and inventions. For each invention has all ready been created before the dawn of time, but man stumbled in his humble finitude upon his innovations and observations and helped to craft some ingenuity out of all his finite limitations which face him every day.

Oh Macbeth stole the holy crown of the king of Scotland! But the wicked usurper was removed again by the blood of the noble king, which had not been vanquished but was alive and well in the kings son, who came to claim the throne and punish the disloyal, treacherous actions of Macbeth.

The apocalypse is the great measure of all things grand, both colossal in stature and proportion and tiny in form. All creatures are summoned unto their destinies in the day of days. Thus history’s great synopsis comes to its grand and elaborate conclusion.

Oh the Nazi’s were vanquished, so were the Stalinist Butchers, why do moral men and women fear the words of the Arabian boogeymen!

God is felt in the senses but gazed upon so coherently in the broken boundaries of our soul. Our consciousness is the key unto the absolute and our action is indeed the key to unlock the doors unto the divine.

Sport is the dance of the external appearances. It begins in the rivalry and social-minded days of youth and adolescence. The absolute glorification of sport has helped part and parcel for the demise of the arts. All emphasis in the arts has disappeared and sport is now commonly espoused. Soccer is indeed the rich man’s club, which absorbs the zombie like attention of the public.

The media has become the puppet master who pulls the strings above our heads. One must break away with popular opinion; one must question the power and control they exert on our minds.

Music, art and literature have seemingly reached a cul de sac. Where will society twist and turn to next.

Oh faithful women don’t chase down fashion for she is fickle and thus she has no fidelity, come out of her and show you’re independence.

All social pariahs, hermits, nerds and all the sexually inadequate men must shake off their fettered realities and unite against the butch burly bravado of the social athletes.

This is indeed the social struggle; forget the struggle of the proletarians against the bourgeoisies for this is the new suburban struggle, from the schoolyard unto the office place. This is the real dialectical struggle of all polar opposites.

Never wear the rags of conformity but wear the silken gowns of your own emancipation, freedom and independence.

American culture, with its Hollywood opium for the masses, seems to have dwarfed and overgrown the lost decaying culture of the Europeans. Europa is the sick woman of the world.

I see the Asian Giant treading on Caucasian valleys.

Oh the God haters of our day come on stage so boldly so to hear someone boo, hiss or cheer from the eager eyes of the audience. They debate until the cows have put themselves to sleep, and love a good debate for the television screens, such theatrical antics are seen to be the embodiment of a hero or a bearded villain. Some love a God hater to be a typical rebel without a cause. Indeed a rebel without a cause.

A nihilist states that he believes in nihilism, but then realises that he doesn’t believe in anything at all.

The huge dilated pupils of our youth are voyeuristically engaging on the internet sex theatre which makes a dollar a minute for every victim, seduced to the great blasphemy of sex!

Nietzsche, to give nothing, to belief in nothing so shall you get nothing

Books are the trees of one’ intuition, they are interwoven in our tastes and all good books give a great bliss for the avid reader with a golden foliage found in our cognitive powers.

The individual man has an ally in his creator, for the voice of the universe is found in all conscious life, from the human geist unto the absolute.

Hasn’t the time come for all to realise, without gazing through the clairvoyant’s crystal ball that man is split in to two communities, those who crave the sustenance and promotion of their soul and its activities and those who don’t believe they have one altogether. Rationalism may be convoluted; physics may seem these days through the media to bear the grave dread of the dead cosmos, one must sustain one’s existence for the quest and search to find sustenance through meaning and purpose, through totality in form and destiny and so man must find a god or else accept the dread of the dead cosmos. This is the single reason to live and persevere and all morality in effect is non-existent and not practical for the individual to preach if the single reason to live is null and avoid. Thus life, ab initio must be lived in the belief that each individual has meaning so to sustain, to endure and one must not water down his meaning with dogmatic questioning, otherwise he shall thus question the physical and spiritual endurance of his whole being.

In theory, the death of the body is the death of the outward projection of the physical reality, thus man like a rubber container turned inward in the centre shall be pressed inwards and thus be inside out. He is now a part of an inner projection or reality, which is outside of the universe, time and space. Man could be compare to being a pair of lungs that wearily breathed out and then later breathed in, this is a timely metaphor of consciousness and existence. The perfect diagram is a prism that shows the magnitude of such an idea coming from an inward reality unto a form or host, to be projected outward.

The greatest elevation, or equilibrium in the human senses comes from our pure belief in meaning in correlation to the absolute.

Oh the darkest hour, the greatest test of what man is made of.

The scope of history, the magnitude of an eon, and the time within all eons, can anyone contemplate the magnitude of man ad infinitum? Every age preceding another brings a swift alteration of the status quo. Our days shall be exemplary to such alterations mentioned, and the status quo shall alter and remain sealed in blood Ab aeterno.

One must make a polemical strike at the injustice of the age and its belief in sheer nonsense, like cholesterol in the veins and arteries of society.

Pride is the ultimate enemy of truth, peace and unison within a human a mind.

The comedic traditions come from the human capacity to laugh at all things seemingly eccentric and extraordinary. All that is appropriately achieved is to be called “normal” and is seemingly mundane in respect with someone who inappropriately flounders in his or her own oddness. One finds the chords of laughter playing profound music when one observes a man of great strange bearing or a situation, which shows a brilliant case for the common human mishaps of our every day existence.

A man becomes part of his obsessions, and likewise his obsessions take possession over the man completely.

Sleep is the exercise for the imagination. The great surrealist depicts to perfection the art of the sub-consciousness and the greatest writers of all time have been inspired by the kaleidoscopic formations of the human enigmas which is to burrow deeper unto every man as each day passes. Those who dream extraordinary dreams can escape for short periods the harshness of their fully conscious reality.

When one dreams, one can be what one wants to be. In one’s waking reality one is a fettered man to his fettered wishes. 

There are no ideas left, who can steal some concept from technology,

in the mechanised age the artist sits on the sidewalk watching everyone go by, while waiting an eternity for inspiration to return. Such a man discovers that technology in the age of mass production, has plagiarised his thoughts before he can assemble or reassemble his hard pressed and toiled thoughts of invention.

The outsider walks on a cold frosty night up to the fringes of a bar to gaze into the stained glass window. He beholds the sight of a collection of extravagant beauties in the arms of other men, all in laughter. “Oh the sight of want and the dream of love, such extravagance could only be given to another”, he said unto himself with a heavy sigh. Then he caught sight of a bearded man, with torn regalia approach him “How can man touch the stars! How can he! Only in his self-deceiving dreams does he pretend, but never can he soar unto the stars. Likewise a woman is not for you, neither are the stars,” and with that both men exchanged a final glimpse and part in separate directions.

To all pain there is the opposite there is comfort and sublime pleasure, to all hellish realities there are infinite heavens somewhere. To all dread there is God and there is no alternative. The comfort of the afterlife is the greatest consolation to all; to remove it one removes every consolation with a domino effect from the soul of man.

The great nations have burst their banks; finally, every sediment of each nation has come to travel west unto a land of towering Ziggurats, with smog filled skies above.

There are no prophets to be had these days, but profits to be made.

The power of exploitation is rife in the so-called, neat, trendy and cosy world of western democracy. All lies can appear to tell some truth, once they all polished up and dickered up for the public to adore.

The worship of fame in our iconoclastic age is the new western religion. Who can resist the rich cult deity of the human demi-Gods? Only those with true meaning, real role models and absolute sense can resist the tangling tentacles of this modern sensationalist, commercialised methadone for the people. Unto the absolute one sees the measure of history, the time of times and the age in relation to the individual. Each individual must look unto each individual’s own life and not the fantasy of Hollywood.

Real existence is sweated out each day in factories, where the common man, truly lives his reality. Us humans are not catwalk, queens nor football “gods”, real men live lives in an upward struggle with moments of love, loss, sorrow, happiness and hope.

“Hear is the miracle”, one must say unto another “we exist, is that not enough?”

The world is a business and every marksman has his price for every human head that lives. All sales themselves are a profit in disguise! The new worship in conducted with the

I walked the streets of hell and realised how strikingly similar they are in resemblance to the streets of our own inner city.

“The truth is always rejected by the majority, because it is harsh and burdensome, critical and objective, why not tell a comforting lie to make the mass believe, no matter what and try make a profit while you’re at it, even if it’s at the expense of the deceived”, that is what they say these days.

The reality talent shows are the greatest mockery to the public and a powerful openly dispensed drug to the public who purchase randomly and quite cheaply the new profit making scheme, that heaps up new “Gods” for man to worship! “Great invention,”

One rich man says to another!

He who transforms himself in the midst of enemies around him, shall shine in his own right, like a man leaping over his own very grave at the end of time.

My enemies surround me, so I shall fight until death and after death, my spirit shall be remembered so to fight the sprits of my enemies, which will endure long after me.

Always be prepared for you’re disappointments, for they are the common denominator in the thread of every man’s existence. The rarity of happiness for the “real men” is the unveiling of the myth of happiness.

Charity is the salvation dealer dying of exhaustion working restlessly while tending the queues of patients who are being born unto the hour.

The words of others are deaf unto my ears when they are slanderous to the truth; likewise the words of the papers are a horrible defamation unto each individual. All true humans must feign deaf and ignore the slanderous lies of the media we should live to oppose generalised opinions, by the monotonous cliques of our media.

The American film industry is flaking, beneath its beautified black hole.

All men and women want something for themselves from everything they partake in, whether great or grand in proportion. Those who emerged from the rubble from the ashes of imperial Europe, from the days of war, and the days of responsibility were a generation of love, but not as we knew it. They were a generation for a love of another kind, a love that loved pleasure who loved themselves and another and thus were sucking the bones of the previous generations dry. The last remaining soles of the old way and order still walk, but I have shivers running through my soul, at the strike of midnight, right in my bed, thinking and pondering on the future of these cannibals who suck responsibility dry and bring the new Frankenstein of love unto the world. The people of the old order comfort their predecessors in their cots but do not know what comes for the future of the world. The earth was not taken but given unto mankind at the dawn of time.

A few words run through my mind at random, but when I write with my conviction to shout then the hurricane possesses me in full flight, like the fist of God it empowers and strikes like lightning, and makes the ground tremble, it shatters idols, and raises truth and whole truth. It never surrenders to the sea no matter how high its curtain comes.

The materialistic high tide has come, for nihilism walks with his hollow light, his deathly silence through the streets where the children sleep all too innocently.

Make sense of existence, chase immortality, morality down, see the depth and well of wisdom, look onto antiquity, learn from its mistake, but when one cannot behold God, behold the great visage of nature, blink you’re eyes before the sunset and see the miracle of every vestige of the moment. Return to life and come away from death!

Spirit of God, Fire of man, both shall mingle and emerge at the “Day of Days”.

Each particle is a bridge unto another, and the bridge is bridge unto a great prodigious land, but the land is just a nation amongst an entire continent of nations. Every continent itself is a great proportion of the grand design. Man is a bridge unto another   each bodily member is part of the overall compendium of our sensual abilities and the soul is the master of the state and the absolute is the absolute over my state.

“All powers that be tremble”, before the sickness of the earth and the intertwined destiny of human kind within the wicker of the cosmos grand thread.

Human invincibility comes in the faith of the individual, faith in his abilities to stand and shine with the absolute through every eon.

Moral subjectivism shall be banished, and the solid doctrine of objectivism shall emerge. Laws shall bind, men shall shine and God shall rule with man by his side. So I preach utopia unto every individual. Search out the eternity stolen and overruled by the Victorians and find you’re cosmos within a cosmos. All have their own great blue heaven, I have mine and you have your own, but if you cannot see the stratosphere, in its glory than its limits are all but deceiving to the shortsighted man himself.

Paradise is indeed not lost, but ready to be retaken, for the first time ever in all histories, collectively speaking.

Every life lived is seen and lived through different eyes.

Consciousness is the breath and breadth of humankind.

Technology itself is in its consumption a great projection of an ulterior or artificial virtual reality and a man made art of alien reality in the midst of the ubiquitous all conscious and living reality we are part of.

Creation has not ended but endures forever, for new souls; new oxygen is put into the lungs of new living bodies that are being born every minute of the hour.

Art is in demise within the world’s curriculum. Art is a mirror of the natural realities around us, the creative process and the emotions of the human being. Art is not within technology, for technology is alien to nature itself but a man made product for the roots of power and profit.

All the academies and schools of man, the institutions, the oligarchies of power and the functions of society whether for the furtherance of pleasure or power are all part of the human hologram of power, and an outward external reality to its’ eternal opposite which incorporates human experience, compassion, love, loss and the triumph of the of human life over the adversity of the public life. Man in his emotions and his primal feelings, thoughts and senses are privatised to the individual.

What one academy rejects, to the forlorn and disdain of the reject, can be revolutionised and glorified in the private life of the individual. The individual could be the greatest man of the decade, but the public has no time for one’s inner capabilities, which are fulfilled and glorified in secret, but only for the external appearance and image of the man himself.

A holy concordat between man and God is wholly in existence, but the witness off the street is never to see what the eye inside beholds.