If I may, cynicism is the baseline, the defined low point, of humanity’s quality.
What we know lays beyond what we feel
yet feeling shapes our knowledge
Combine the known and the felt
The least of the best.
Not so much to be cherished, but willingly witnessed,
awareness of the persistence of effect and cause
Fifteen seconds – two minutes – a freely made choice
and results, honestly received, from the pause
…Which constantly leads to melancholy consideration
of that uncertain world, “might’ve been”.
A bit of the shine of humanity cascades from the reflection of what might have been.
The simplest example of our most wonderful aspect
is seen when we trace failure.
Effected, affected, echoing the lowest trace element of the maybes tomorrow can bring.
When tomorrow hurts
When everything is wrong
Truth and logic, you’re right
You already have won
Give what’s needed
…My last couple weeks haven’t been fun.
And every time it got worse, I tried to make someone else’s life better. Not reactively; it just went that way. Met with a problem, I ran into someone with a heavier, more direct issue.
Shit goes down, and tomorrow still happens. It still might hurt.
Would you rather it didn’t occur?
Or will you stand facing, yelling, screaming, vocal, and cut that cockmonger up with what’s right, what is, what’s true?
I’ve made other people better while I was hurting. Of course I’d choose to avoid pain. But when I can’t…
What better response to hate than love?
What better “fuck you” than to, reflexively, evidence your contempt for said stupidity?
So there’s this game involving punching a lot of things, was on sale, figured I’d give it a try on a Saturday night. About the same cost as a six pack, but less calories and less hangover. Woo!
Spoilers, BTW. Nothing direct, but a couple clues. Of course, it’s an anime storyline, so there’s a good chance the observant and experienced will be able to spoil it on their own.
Words are the mind’s clothes.
Beauty can be repugnant
When covered in filth.
Who you are and where you are
What you meant and who you meant to be
Sides and perspective
They’re still in the collective
Reassembled to resemble pleasantly
Reflections and refractions
A slice of the whole
Because the whole’s too much for any one to see
Sometimes you just need to suddenly drive to another state for a concert, and flush all the bad stuff away for a bit. Thanks, JM. It’ll suck tomorrow, sure. But it won’t taste like yesterday’s still with us.
I think I’ll bleach my hair.
Because it’s Saturday night, but freezing, here are some quick impressions while playing the current Xbox Gold game.
Honest, True, and Good
cannot really be counted.
One? Two? Sometimes three?
It’s funny how time passes when you’re having football. And how things that don’t matter can suddenly mean something.
I was looking forward to the Super Bowl – I had no interest in either team, I could simply enjoy my friends and the skills of the game, and whoever sported the best would get my applause.
Then, last week, I find out a light connection between myself and a player – and, suddenly, the game feels appreciably different. It’s so odd, considered closely; even as I was sating to myself that it was a stupid little bit of trivia to get hung up on, I couldn’t change my own opinion.
Giving up on that, now I’m considering the source, and I’ve got two possibilities so far. One is that perhaps it’s human nature; if you have a side, you root for it, because that’s how we are. The other is that, when you’re enjoying a vacuum, even a small push will tip the scales. Consider how bright light is in the morning, or how easily a silence cam be broken.
A much better thing toconsider than the Bowl itself. The Seahawks didn’t get a chance to really win, the Broncos just lost; even the commercials were really just normal commercials that were more expensive. Maybe next year they’ll both make it again and have a rematch. It’s a nice thought.