photo taken by Brittni Thomas (low quality copy)
time for some beer, duty, and Phillip Seymour Hoffman
Today is 90210!
I actually never watched that show growing up.
My two most recent followers seem to like cats (I check on my followers!), I recently wrote I hate cats. I’m sorry. It’s true though. Well…besides one
I am searching for the golden steps that lead to my destination.
Upon these golden steps lay a place of dreams, acumen, innovation, and serenity. Here one will find a Utopia of wonder and progression. One will find chemists who create elements of growth and expansion, rather than developing devices for an expanding collapse. One will discover that philosophers decree peace in finding the true aesthetics that they have envisioned and thought of all their lives. You will find altruism flowing through the streets as man helps man for nothing more than easing the concern of another’s welfare. It is said that every child here has a guiding hand to hold on to, and a hand to help point the way to help them fulfill all of their desires and goals. Life is vibrant, and progress is perpetuating. Everything constructive exists, and everything that exists within these confines is ideal.
This city of wonder is hard to find on this Earth, this city built of idealistic dreams and hope. It makes me wonder if it truly is a part of this world, or if it merely is a collection of thoughts, illusions, and longings. This paradise is unseen to my eyes even though many speak of it. This existence forged of existentialism cannot be built on words alone. Words are but air with sound attached, and this air bellows commands on bodies not moving. These words simply rise up and form foundations in the sky, in which no man has yet to occupy. This city is of air pressed from the lips of millions, with a golden tinge to raise the hearts of many. The glimmer glides into the sky ringing in the ears of many that a purpose is being built and formed. The shine guides upwards, keeping many assured as they continue to look skywards. They look skywards towards the existence that never has been built, but has a visible path.
I search endlessly, but cannot seem to find these golden steps.
Art by Brittni Thomas. Interpreted & written by Dan Bradley
Is something that always bumped into my brain from time to time, though I never really started reading in depth about it. Mainly because I try not to get into religious debates so I would never really need to know the exact history of the idea, but I get the idea and I do know that I think it could be connected to time travel. So that’s in a sense we know it can’t happen..resurrection that is. Just think about it. Why is this life you have more dominant in your mind? Why do you not alternate back in forth through time, or at least with lucid flashbacks? If resurrection could happen we would essentially exist in multiple scenarios at the same time in different time periods, because why would one existence prove to be more visible and tangible than another? Also I know the believers say we may resurrect as different creatures, and those creatures may have shorter memory or less sensory attainment. Well, I do not have reoccurring dreams of being a fox that is being chased by a dog in the 19th century, nor do I remember being a dinosaur. Just saying.
I then lose ambition to do them b/c they already have been done recently. Ugh.
i wish i stared at ducks more often so i could of realized this.