A line of smoke rises from the tip of a ciggarette into the night, vibrantly asending into the air infront of the star lit abyss that seems to vacillate within him.The rush of break time comes over him, and the relative feeling of time when working once again contests him.
Can a 4 million year old species save a 4 billion year old planet? Is the species saving the planet for the planet's sake or for the sake of their own survival? If the specie's largest endeavors on the planet only rend forth resources and shed back poisons, is the species cooperatively living with the planet or systematically against it?
Unlimited realities in existence. Minds that are enlightened exist parallell to those that are not. How can this be? How is it that a product of two that are shut so tightly can be so open, so in tune. They are static, she has reception. Still a little fuzzy, but she can hear the tune, understand the lyrics, feel the rhythm pulsating throughout her being. From whence did her Spirit come?
Here is a perfect example of how to go against the mainstream media whom we all know are no longer doing their jobs in keeping the government in check.
As I've watched my only 2 blogs I've ever written appear on Evolver's main page, climb in their grok rating, enjoy some commentary and then suddenly disappear into thin air, some questions have been raised for me. What's a grok? What determines a blog's rating? What's the shelf life of a blog until it is determined no-longer-fresh? Who or what determines this?
For wanting to know why things are the way they are??
For pondering why we Know things, sensory experiences, yes??
But when we first began on this earth, what made us look at the endless blue and
white splotches and name it "sky"
Maybe knowledge then isn't sensory, but it just is- it is in our minds because something
My name is Jules and I most of my life knowing things that will happen before they do.
Sometimes I have dreams when I see things clearly like a memory but it has not happened yet. Other times I get dreams that are symbolic and when I write my dreams down I am able to figure out what events will happen next.
I can’t accept the fact that this is random and means nothing.
It comes up repeatedly... the whole issue surfaces over and over. Ancient and worn, it is carried in the cells of my marrow... deep in the bones. It begs the same question over and over... plaguing me with pains, physical and otherwise. Not tremendous physical pain, just gnawing aches born of carrying something for so long.
Why, why, why can't I seem to correct my self defeating ways...? I'm having serious trouble leading a healthy, proactive life for myself and the ones I love... My mind craves and accepts things that I know aren't good for me.
You ever notice how some questions are like vast open meadows, and some are drawn shut at the end? How some questions are questions, and others (quasi-questions?) are statements?
What is it about art that moves you?
How does it move you, and where in your body, mind, heart, spirit, soul or other place that I've not mentioned?
How do you as an artist work to create moving experiences in another's existence or experience?
How does art that you have seen help in your own development?
How does art you have created help in other's development and evolution?
"Banish the word 'struggle' from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
We are the ones we have been waiting for." — Hopi elders
