28 July 2018

Terracultural

'He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.'
~ Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil, Aphorism 146 
It had distracted me to see so many images and so I entered delusions, it was only with my powerful memory and superfluous albeit hefty at times thot process that I haven't written an unfiltered blog lately.

Zombies, you all know them, you all love them, we all try to do our best not to offend them, so that they don't devour us for no reason. In their defense, it's all they know how to do, they can't really be productive or cook up something zingy. The card says you could've used zingity split. They wander together, they wander alone, I've even seen them following vultures circling - just wandering around in a circle because that's their devotion as we watch their arguments for doing so fall apart.

Satire, word.

As we listen to the songs the same and start to complain about things that won't be controlled, surfaces from the silent and still-set darkness ocean, the argument of weapons. It'd be violent of me to write about activism. It'd be passive aggressive to make a mockery of pacifism, and it'd be absurd to say that there were no crimes before big rocks could be held. 

I'm writing about this elsewhere.

I'm not sure if I've seen a bird smile. I know I've seen birds plant their eggs in dens of others, not because they expected it to work, but because they have only one emotion that takes over their mind, and will retaliate if the host doesn't abide. This is to paint a wider plot.

When my cat sees me smile, it thinks humans are big, dumb, versions of cats. It's easy to confide in truth, cats run from humans a larger predator like themselves, cats nestle to masters, for what they recognize as safety, from ancient emotion. They control that emotion and the picture writes itself.

Our animal brain draws life from the fires at dawn of time, and our human mind is still picking and choosing, finding and losing, which part of the chimera we will become. This is also why being undead is a science, not some art. Well, tbh there is good zombie television now and then.

The male shows his prowess to attract a female, like the stories in the geography books, and now because there are so many humans, she is prepared to do so likewise, but at a later stage. For point of fact, his hunger for her is a main element and the state of his soul, or your preferred scientific metaphor, is a defining factor. I'm not sure what she's doing, I'm a dude, she asks questions, I don't answer with questions personally, I'm not any of you, this isn't advice on the subject. Next paragraph.

Next clause?

If you're still reading this that means we have a lot to learn in less than a minute. If you're remembering this, wow you have a good memory, look at other people. Spacing out paragraph for lithographic acuity.

We are closer than ever with cities and farther than ever with distractions and this is trope, the brand we recognize as pass thru life, and in just that living. There are cities where the peacock spreads his feathers and the fittest wins sometimes by being fastest, this fact isn't a mating ritual, it's the human race. She can choose, he can choose, this is review for this blog-post, a piece of the conclusion, which you may or mightn't agree. In the cities, sometimes the busy metro-family (tribe) sees a visitor smiling and thinks this smiler is an idiot. Hypothetical, word, that citizen in mind to the tourist may see the entire city-population not smiling and dour, down and sour.

We smile across distances, the bird doesn't have teeth, the big cats we've become have. Those budy people wouldn't spend the calories to smile at - everyone - let alone make contact long enuf for it - in this sense.

Therefore, friendliness of the rural people, should not be exploited. They smile to welcome another human heart from solitude. I argue that their joy is read in their words. Likewise, the smile of a citizen would be rare and if seen, more-probably genuine from them, their emotions shouldn't be exploited.

How before the why.

In a busybody's time to smile, they don't use practicing smiling, so maybe they're not good at it, yet you can show them. You can show the foreigner to be more efficient in due turn, many hands make lite work.

We've come to the rule of law and the law of rules, I'm verily assuming this is the principle in the ying and yang duality, see previous/later posts, search engine.

When they know where they are in the space-time-continuum, the universes, they can peacock or choose, or choose not - smile or bustle thru the hustled planet, this to be themselves, but there is wilderness in us, and the reverse is also true, we are above the food chain, but still the previous humanity. That darkness at the edge of the universe. Sometimes they see too many of the visitors smiling, and they would punish them for it, this is the abuse of logic. The left attacks the right. Sometimes they see too many zombies not smiling, and they would punish them for it, this is the abuse of emotion. The right attacks the left.

The who and how of it.

You can ban rocks, it doesn't mean people won't throu them. Rocks are a metaphor. You can ban the roots of grass you hate because it's the wrong color/behavior, but it doesn't mean the grass won't grow. Grass is a metaphor. This level of control is considered a balancing act, and in this paragraph I'm even having trouble wording this, the behavior in a war that mustn't be won, but finished or avoided. When we see a sad city and decide to smile or see happy tourists and decide to explore, it might be our mass murderers think there aren't enuf smiles, or that when masses of mass-murderers (empires) see too many smiling, they decide to bring hell to earth. With all these memetic connections, even some wander into the dark area unknown, where writers and artists hide among you, and you tell them the killers you like need help and those that you don't like should be ended.

Teach the momentum of things - the heart of logic, the mind of emotion, and you will see it in your life, and you will show it to others, so that we don't all collide at the worst time. Oh, and explore other planets. Earth is the home-world, not lone-world.
"We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far."
~ H.P. Lovecraft, The Call of Cthulhu 


/mjbanks