ST205 ... I Love War
Let’s kill those bastards.
I love war and all the hate. Let’s kill those bastards. It makes me feel so alive, worthwhile and numb. Lets’ face it, who knows the best way to live. So many circumstances, possibilities and ways to deal with the endless conflicts. Most of us know big-war is a rich ‘mans’ game, a money/power maker. There are conflicts that appear that there is no way out, but to kill the killers. There is the Ghandi approach, tricky business, dangerous, deadly but it worked - for awhile. Every one seems to be on one side or the other and all have conclusions that appear fixed, definite, strategically bent on belonging to some set of conclusions. Understandable, when you get smothered in the details. No other way, negotiating difficult to proceed with always something precious, too complex to not protect.
There is an attitude to not participate in any way whatsoever. Kill the news, don’t vote, don’t take any side no matter what, eliminate your heart. Isn’t that what jesus, lennon, mother theresa, w.blake, and a host of others did (to some degree)… but few of them were confronted with bullets flying across their heads or killing their children, or maiming their life style completely. It’s complex….. or is it really simply simple. I dont know for sure. I think i have expressed that i feel i know nothing for certain absolutely, so i am condemned to live day by day with the decisions i make along the way and change, change, change. Therefore at this point i can afford to continuously step away from participating in our war-bitten-society… be kind to others and be kind to yourself. I do presume if more and more people refused to participate in any war-like activities the pushers would likely relax their angry-money-making-muscles far enough to possibly make some sense to their distant hearts. Dont buy their products, any of them from plastics, guns, politics to real airb&bees.
I don’t know. I am stepping away regardless, further and further every day. This beautiful earth has given its secrets to me to live within love and see beauty everywhere as best one can and getting better everyday.. Yes, a ton of contradictions, cop-outs, etc. I don’t care. You, none of you have the authority to direct this heart given to me from a sacred mystery that none of us can fully comprehend, at least for longer than a few eternal seconds or so. You have no dominance ultimately over me. Live your life but leave me alone. I know you won’t.
I walk away. Go ahead, condemn me and others like me that refuse to play the war-hate one sided games that our minds have come to secretly love so dearly, accept, devour, support, justify. I am out of this trap as best as ai will allow. Banking, groceries, a blog, a digital connection when neccessary…. see how this goes. no definite long-term conclusions in my universe.
The toy soldiers are here and need your support. Imagine that, machines fighting for our love/hate game, real robots, thinking too.
The sea is at my feet, today, sun glistening off the waves, a breeze made of an eternal spirit brushes against my skin. Possibly tomorrow mad-drones will surround us and i might have to surrender to a fate of hate. Today love is in my heart. Today i walk with the winds.
Imagine all the people…yea yea yea, she loves you, all you need is love, love is all there is…love love love another great four letter word, but the spirit of love does exist and predominant when you ‘see’.
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