Today’s post is brought to you by the numbers 4 – 8 – 15 – 16 – 23 – 42. Along with following:
- Watched the series finale of Lost. And maybe the real lesson of the show about life in general is that not all the questions will be answered. But we will still spend a lot of time regardless in analyzing the question wondering why there is no firm answer.
- In today’s world of high speed Internet access we somehow think we are entitled to get the answers to anything returned to us at the same speed.
- Why is there a perception that whatever you endeavor in doing does not seem to be valid by others if it does not produce a pay stub or a certificate to hang on your wall?
- Beware of anyone’s personal revelations if they speak of them with a religious fervor. And if they sum up the religious experience as, “It’s wonderful.” RUN!
- Watched Akira Kurosawa’s classic Rashomon. There is always a different perspective to any story. Especially your own.
I was watching the workers across the street from where I work. They were power washing the paint of an old building that is being rehabbed. They were stripping away the old paint and you are now beginning to see what the building use to look like. I guess it is a metaphor for my current mood and thought processing. Let me tell you. It can get very strange at times what makes me pause, think and then turn into a writing piece.
Another metaphor came to me. Life is like the illusion of a washing machine. You somehow believe you can go in covered in dirt and shit, get cleaned and pretend like nothing happened. Purity in any state is temporary. It is a state you find yourself in purely by accident.
The weather this week has been very nice. But it takes a while to adjust to the warmth after winters here. I sat outside enjoying it. Weekend mornings sitting outside with a cup of coffee and a good book are very refreshing. I also took time to look around.
You begin to notice what has grown. This is a photo of tree I planted from seed about 4 years ago. And it is about 20ft tall.

You notice what has died but yet still has left a mark behind.
And then you see what may have the potential to grow.
The photo is showing the start of this year’s garden.

I guess this posting is in a way an aftermath of where I have lived for many years. I live right next to a cemetery. I know that really spooks a lot of people out. It really is not that creepy. I have never had to tell the undead to get off my lawn. It does from time to time make you ponder the whole cycle of life.
The only answer I can up with. The cycle of life is something we cannot escape. No matter what we purchase and consume to escape from it.
Over the years, I have made a few other observations about the view from a cemetery. But as I look at them on the notepad I have decided to save them for another time. Or in another writing piece.
Now my life cycle.
I realize that no matter how hard at times it is that I must continue writing. But I also realize there is another factor to it. And it may sound a bit darker than it actually is to an outsider. I have either read heard this idea from many different sources. People like comedians and writers are not generally “happy” people. They are hyperaware most of the times. They are constantly observing things, from there deconstructing them and finally reconstructing them in their work. At this stage, I am going to have to agree for the most part with that assessment. I am never going to be a person who is one of those “shiny happy people”. (I really like R.E.M. but that song is really fucking annoying.) I am just trying to achieve a personal state of being “content” within a given moment. I also realize that I am “funny”. But it does not necessarily equate to “happiness”. I have to come to terms that I do in fact have the “disease”. And others will have to accept the fact that there is no “cure”. So they will have to just find a way to deal with it.
I am going to try to increase my output of writing. I am trying to stay in motion to eventually arrive somewhere. My notebook is filling up with ideas and references. The hard part is sifting through the ideas. However, most of the ideas will never be used but they help fuel the thinking. This is also the part I have to for the most part on my own. I have not found the right person or persons with whom I can bounce ideas around with. I have also found most people will not display their work unless it has achieved in their mind “perfection”. I like throwing out an idea or a premise on to the “wall” and pound into shape from there. I like playing around with ideas and premises. Most people want the point first. They are not about trying to find the point. I am also trying to become efficient with the writing process. The efficiency equation is defined as work output divided by work input. But writing is hard to quantify by a mathematical formula.
It is hard to adjust how people perceive a writing piece. They read for entertainment and maybe for the information. They do not realize that from the other side that piece was an act of labor. They may read the post like this in a few minutes. For example, the ideas in this post spent a couple of days being formatted on a piece paper. In the end, it is as it is.
And there are more ideas being written on the notepad.







another planet (the ones that are lot farther away than Mexico) came to Earth there would be a lot of problems. People would lose their shit on a level never seen on this planet. Not even on the Jerry Springer Show or political protest rally.
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