Sparrow.

- I wrote this earlier today in my other blog. It's not well written, but it meant so much that I need to put it here too. Thanks.

sparrow.

As I watched the sun rise this morning, hope was brought back from the deep crevaces of my heart. The birds sang today. For the first time in 3 months. It was sunny. and the warmest its been in a long time. 715am on the bench by the tree, i watched the sparrow sitting on the limb next to me as he preened himself and looked intently at my watchful eyes, taking him and his gift of life in while reminding myself of the hope he was bringing me. I truly believe G-D sent that little bird to me to remind me what it was like to smile. on the inside. he was not afraid of me and flew down to the edge of the bench for a closer meeting. sometimes i would like to think that he sensed within me the goodwill i felt towards him and felt no fear because of how much my inner being cherished his life at that moment. but even if he did not, his presence blessed me beyond what i can describe.

the winter does leave. from the dead trees leaves do bloom. the birds do fly back. the sun does shine again. the clouds do part. the grass can break through the snow. and the concrete. the nights do end, because the sun eventually rises. as did the Son. hope. hope.
hope.
hope.
say it again.
hope.
scream it with me.
HOPE!

praise G-D. im crying for the first time that i can remember in forever. and i think its for joy. and relief. and hope.

peace friends.

Happy-ness

Isn't it strange how the most insignificant and unimportant events can make you absolutely and completely filled with a joy that so often does not invade our lives these days? The event can be of no eternal or even longterm consequence and may not involve you at all, and yet you cannot help yourself from smiling and even laughing out loud at the top of your lungs. Thats how I feel today about the Colts beating the Patriots, with an interception on the last play to top it off like icing on a beautiful come-back cake. I realize that I'm not even that large of a football fan, and rarely watch games in the regular season- but when my team (Indianapolis) beats the team I have always hated the most in a big game, I'm ecstatic. The Colts are in the superbowl, it doesn't matter, and I feel great. Life's a strange thing. Isn't great when the strangeness takes a turn in your favor?
Bless ya.

Anger≥Sadness

-"The interior ministry says 1,930 Iraqis died last month, three-and-a-half times the number killed in January 2006"
-"Just before the New Year, the total number of US troops killed in Iraq since the March 2003 invasion passed 3,000."
-"US President George W Bush intends to reveal a new Iraq strategy within days, the BBC has learnt. The speech will reveal a plan to send more US troops to Iraq to focus on ways of bringing greater security, rather than training Iraqi forces. "


"Its central theme will be sacrifice."


I don't know what to write about this. It makes me want to weep.



"How they have airbrushed history!"
All Life was sacred once. Even human life.

SADdam's Trial by Ambush

"Supporters of war crimes trials say that they can improve healing after conflict and draw a line under the past - but like so much else in post-Saddam Iraq, his trial does not look as if it will achieve that lofty ambition. "

So- the Iraqi Appeals Court upheld the previous court's decicion to have former president Saddam Hussein sentenced to death. He is sentenced to die by hanging within the next 30 days. The United States applauded this result as a clear sign of the progress of freedom and justice in the former state of Iraq... And yet, Human Rights Watch has expressly condemned the proceedings of the entire trial, while both India and the European Union have urged the repealing of the death sentence for a more humane verdict on grounds of the execution's threat to stability and peace.


I never understood why it was we think that killing people solves things. Peace and Justice are obviously brought by condemning and sentencing to death the wrong while rewarding the right.... right? If you are the victor perhaps. The right is always what the winner says is right. The wrong is what the losers get... what they deserve.... right? War crime trials in the essence of Nuremberg are obviously far more advanced and better thought out than the Truth and Reconcilation Committee of the post-apartheid South Africa's attempt at justice...

Whatever happened to compassion and reconciliation and forgiveness and justice and peace and love and hope and joy and empathy and humanity? Ubuntu

I love the Empire's culture. It just makes sense. So do it. Its what feels right*.

Amerika, fuck yeah.



[*right is to be determined and judged by the victor, henceforth America the Strong shall judge right and wrong with an iron fist with the clarity of black and white. Therefore, if what you are doing feels right but is not right*, you and everything about you are wrong. Thank you.]

Merry Christmas

The Messiah is come to Earth this day. .









Salaam my friends.

Ishmael

"With Man gone, will there be hope for Gorilla?"

Daniel Quinn's book is one of the most thought provoking and challenging books that I have read in quite awhile. Not that the books I was required to read for my courses this past semester were not thought provoking, but when you are forced to have your thoughts provoked (so to say), it often occurs that they are less attentive than can be otherwise. I often find that when I read books for a class, my mind is subconsciously rebelling against the information and even wisdom that they are trying to give me through them. No matter how much I may agree with or enjoy or have an interest in the material, the stubborn rebellious part of my brain is saying, "I may want to read this, but I did not choose to do so at this particular point in time! Therefore, I will make it as if I have only half read it!" (which in many cases turns out true after the last page has been flipped.) Moving farther on.....After having finished it (Ishmael) about an hour ago, my mind is still trying to comprehend the vast amount of wisdom that seems to go so very strongly against everything we have ever been taught from pre-gradeschool. I will not go into it because I would not want to ruin it for those of you who have not yet read. I do, however, strongly recommend doing so. If I had any control over what you do whatsoever, I believe I would actually force you to read this book, and like doing it... even if this goes against what I said earlier about not wanting to learn something. Anyhow, This book holds precepts that may be (read almost without a doubt are) crucial to the survival of our very species. It at once gives you despair and hope. Of course, what would it matter if our own species was just one more that we knocked off the list of the living? How did we become such swaggering pretentious idiots to think that we deserve to rule the world?

Purpose: Justification: Motive: Worth

Certain members of my community have brought to my attention the fact that the weather is changing for the colder crisper snowier. Yes, I realize that I should have observed this fact on my own as it is relatively unavoidable if one ever has to step foot out of the dorm room we have so been blessed with to inhabit and sleep under the roof of. Perhaps I realized it subconsciously, because the darker the day, the less bright the mood- not in an 'oh life sucks' way, but in a 'perhaps there is more meaning to life, the universe and every(little)thing we do than we give it' kind of way and a 'why the ____ does everyone always walk around like they are having the time of their lives?' way. Not that I start to question my 'religious' views per say, but more that I begin to question the motives for all actions and beliefs and behaviors, specifically mine. For an example that doesn't really make sense or pertain to anything: this piece of art is not in this entry for any other fact than that I like looking at it. After that fact, I tend to analyze every small pointless (is it?) detail, such as my motives- did I want others to experience something that I thought was beautiful? or do I just want to look cultured and down with modern art? I hope thats not the motive. If it helps, I randomly found that picture online while looking at some political billboard artist documentary thingy. The fact I know it even exists is an accident. Or is it? This is what I mean. When the Bible points to the fact that G_D knows the number of every hair on our heads, is that supposed to point to G_D's omniscience or that G_D actually cares about every smallest detail in the things we do and our motives for our most seemingly insignificant actions? Is the way I (have not) organized my desk of any eternal significance, or any meaning at all in any run, long or short? At this point, I usually play donkey kong country, or write one of these confusing blogs, or run out and find the closest friend with a cigarette (usually thats me). What think thee oh brave reader of this confusion?