a thought on words

I really don’t have anything to say today, nothing profound or unheard of, nothing new or original. All I have is a desire to write and change, by way of speech and words, the status qou, the way things are. Words are the most powerful things in the world, they sway the minds of leaders and the led, they shape constitutions and plan military coups. Without words there would be no songs, no poems, no stories to inspire. Without words this would be a lifeless planet with no beauty, a mean petty world with no love and no mercy. Words are life to the spirit, the soul, the heart. They can tear down or build up, rebuild a broken ego or amour an existing one. Used properly they bring peace and a sense of rightness, improperly they bring strife and anger, then again these are just ways to use speech and words, not rightly or wrongly. Words are the cornerstone by which we live, by which we express our beliefs and ideas, without them we would be a billion islands lost in the sea of humanity.

Burning, Radiating, Illuminating

The sun is a fascinating …

The sun is out.
Cold fucking sun doesn’t give anything but light.
Miserly, selfish sun. Grudgingly showing itself; Hungover sun
“I got up for this?” Sun.
Worthless, angry fireball. Superior, condescending sun

I light the world, the world returns a portion to me. I spill out over the universe; it takes without comment, without care. The moon returns all I give, it gives it away freely without thought. I give all I have to give, I release all I hold ungrudgingly, without expectation of return. I give all until I have nothing left to give, I give unto death

The sun looks like it should be in bed again…

Peaking out upon the morning. Looking out from behind the cloud. Playing hide and seek with the funny looking ants on  the ground. Hiding from the storm, not wanting to get wet not wanting to have its fire extinguished. Blinking through the lite showers smiling its multicolored upsidedown smile. Settling on the tip-top of the highest mountains, sleeping in the soft fields to awake in the small hills. Squinting at the quiet-bright blankness of winter. Counting days and weeks and months and years and hours and minutes and seconds and quarter seconds but forgetting half seconds forgetting small moments when everything freezes. Ignorant of the goings on when it turns to look at the other side; sad at its unknowledge getting a glimpse from its small sister/cousin, the cold disk of our evenings.

The sun is LivingDieing…

A Question was pointed

During watch sailors will talk about everything. Mostly we gripe about the chain of command or tell stories of girls, real and imagined. Last night during watch we had a discussion of responsibility with one party saying that the majority of things that go wrong in a persons life are that persons fault. My response to this asinine comment was “Yeah, totally. Everything that happens to you is your fault.” At which point my companion said he was glad that I agreed with him. “You were conceived and born and that was your fault too. I don’t agree with you, I believe in the old saying ‘shit happens’.” Well that discussion sparked another. A question was asked, a hypothetical question. A flawed hypothetical, but most are. The question was a ‘what would you do?’ question. The situation was as follows: a man and his wife have just conceived, they go to the doctor to ascertain the eventual heath of the child. Doctor had horrible news: your child will not be healthy, in fact he will require lots of attention and care, all your attention will have to be given to this child. Ok, say the man and wife, but he will still be normal in the head right? Well there is a 50/50 chance that the child will have permanent brain damage. The good news is that its not to late to perform an abortion.

The question is then this: would you let the child live and deny yourself the freedom to have other children and more than likely end up in debt because of the cost of health care? Sure there is 50/50 chance that the child could grow to go to college and contribute something worth while like a cure for cancer, but if you have the abortion you give the opportunity to more children. Like I said the question is flawed to begin with, it is just a dig to see if you are pro-life or pro-choice. The way in which the question was posed to me it was obvious the ‘correct’ answer was pro-choice.

My answer: have the birth. My companion then tried to attribute my choice to religion. I disagreed, even though there is nothing wrong with someone making a choice based on faith, I did not wont to have that fruitless discussion with him. So I took a different tact: seeing as there is less than a fifty-fifty chance that any child will ever amount to anything special and seeing as you roll the dice with every new conception I see nothing wrong with keeping the child. Not only that there are charities and government programs out there that will hep with the raising of the child, also if a couple were to find that they didn’t have what it takes, the courage and will, to raise the child adoption is a viable alternative; child services will find some way to take care of the child’s basic needs. However lets say that this couple has what it takes. The question your asking me is whether or not I would make the decision based on faith or economics. Is it right or wrong (is it black or white? as if these things ever are) or will it cost too much or is there a greater reward for raising the child (i.e. a cure for cancer). So in reality your asking me the price of a human life. the answer then becomes obvious: far more than anyone/company/government/anything could ever pay, for every early death in this war, in this world, for every early death from car accidents or murder or ‘shit happens’ there is a deficit on the books of the universe; Gods cheque book is in the red.

“Officer! He pointed a loaded question at me with intent to pull the trigger, to drop the hammer!”
I hate pointless pointed questions.