of all things?

What will I miss the most?

Have you ever considered what makes you human?

what is it that makes you, is it the interactions, is it you?

what defines us as humans.

are we better off when we think or when we follow like sheep?
does it make us better to think or follow...

are we better when we challenge that which we imbibe through the interfaces into our grey matter?

or is it better to be a sheep and follow the herd or the individual at the front of the pack?

or should we elevate ourselves to the front of that pack and bleet like a sheep?

love in the time

Love in the time of chaos, would be more apt.. there is no solitude except that which we experience within the chaos.

Standing on the brink of a cataclysm .. carefully consider how you interpret that word .. it means a lot of things.. no this is no milan kundera expose on how to understand what i am saying, rather just subscripts on the extension fo the semantic within the text.

i gaze aimlessly over the burning landscape, as the indomitable Vokof poliesie kar so aptly put it brand suid afrika .. no fewer words have spoken closer to the truth, the existence we live.. the war within the society which attempted to get find the rainbow, boy there are some undocumented colours in that rainbow .. colours of hate and anger and frustration...

nothing much more for now .. goto eat lunch .. is that got to or goto? dunno the lines of my mind are distorted from between the reality of life and software and polictics and economics ..

boy such is life ..

a small one

humpty dumpty flat on the floor
Green Eggs and Ham, i wonder I wonder what became of them all
Never before, a catch phrase we oft use, has so much chaos been rife.

Organization, chaos and crawl

somethings just will never be simple, you may ask what? just look into your own life and day..
nothing specific yet generically specific
crawling back up the wall humpty dumpty

slide and slither, no longer what he was something new, nothing as glamorous as the phoenix rising from the ashes..

yet nothing like a butterfly emerging from a pupae, rather an amorphous blob of existence, is the essence gone?

but i do like green eggs and Ham

the single truth

what is the single truth, the one we all search for, is there one?
i may be filled with a cloud of thoughts not transposed to text, words flowing through my synapses..
but what is it there?
what is that one truth,

for sure the world is filled with vaguataries ( i like the sound of that non existent word) i suppose it should have been vagueness or soemthing else but .. as it is this is the word that was chosen.
somethings we can be sure of.. some things we cannot.
but at best, we will always be amazed be people both in their good and bad nessnesses..
strange it may seem i stand before you seated on a chair to proclaim that i will always be amazed by people and their actions, albeit as stated before..

but it is no longer shock and horror, no it is still, however surprise

the silliness and pettiness of life, the value derived from and delivered through actions, those spoken and unspoken actions either being more or less intense, but yet they stand.

but to quote soemthing, maybe not, these are of course my own words..
there is still an essence to life that we should all hold on to dear and deliver to those around us,
as he stood unflinchingly staring into the abyss called life, he stood poised to take a leap into the unknown, unbridled by those before or after or even those in parallel, but leap he must.

we cannot judge, eventhough we would love to.. or feel compelled.. but by judging those around us we stain that within us which is our essence, we can condemn or could we even, we are all but a construct of the society around us or not?

WTF it doesn't really matter, go forward and be.

on a lighter note, some things to look out for and for some if not all to cringe go to the www.dieantwoord.com website? so insane yet so driven so crass yet so pure
grasping at the enlightenment at the level of the inner zef?

such absurdity, but i is no less than the 8 miles of walking, the coolness in being uncool and so much more. the sea lion dude ..

all having something to say and saying it......

what are we when we stand back and view and do nothing in this cause? Can we truly ever observe RH or should i rather say PA or M?

we are not all destined to this pathway

we are not all destined to this expression, yet within there is expression of some kind that must get out? suppose even kurt van heerden has something to say? who knows what, but he is saying it;-)

but as i kneel before the unknown and wonder if the wandering will do what is intended? i must break the shackles of constraint and restraint that society has placed on us and break free and express and not just express, but be willing to walk through the valley of fear, the unknown, without staff i walk through these times and into a future where who knows if the shades will make any difference, all that is certain about the future is the chaos and change and there is always an outcome.. Yet i know not what i stand before, trembling with trepidation, hope, anxiety, and unknowns..
But with an inertia, unbeknownst (another one of those words) i stand in the middle of the current of life hoping to make the cast of my life, slowly rhythmically i breathe, i aim, i hope not knowing, all that is evident is the cycle, the pulse, the internal metronome, nothing is clear, there is glimpse a flash, i correct, i alter my rhythm attempting to remain clam and focussed, nothing stands before me except the the air, the wind, my anticipation, the memory of a life lived, a chance... Yet I stand there as if frozen by time as the vertices's of life flash past me in a form of clarity.. the aim, is there an aim? there is an aim, it is living through this milieu of current and swirls..

to much to little, yet it is, life is what it is