The Mountains: the paradox that they are

From our perspective, our position in the space/time continuum: they are solid, formidable, unbreakable, and constant. When we zoom out our perspective and see them for what they are — an integral part of Earth’s life cycle — then we understand their character as they relate to their environment and not as they relate only to our short lifespans. They are young, restless, rapidly evolving, fickle, at times destruction but yet fostering life, and dangerous creatures.


This paradox, this perceived paradox, is what makes them beautiful. This is why I find mountains undeniable. Lost in a beautiful paradox is where love is found. They are the most symiotic and lasting relationships. I need my paradoxes and they me. Give me a paradox and I’ll give you love, loyalty, and an endless dance between two powerful forces. I’ll be your paradox. I’ll be your Muse and you mine.

With Our Snacks Combined! Why Cheetos and Flips are lost

Peanut Butter Lover. I am that and that is me. Of the few labels I can more than confidently attach to myself and proudly declare; this is one.


Cheese. I love cheese.


I love the two so much for a few years in my childhood I would regularly make peanut butter and cheddar cheese sandwiches. It’s still not a bad sandwich. Of course, some restaurants have mastered it.


USA — here I was born, mostly raised and culturally assimilated. Perhaps my father being from an epicenter of peanuts (Idaho) has some to do with my love of peanut butter. Home of CHEETOS
Germany—here I live. Here is the homeland of my mother and now my home. Cheese lovers. Ignorant to the beauty and diversity of peanut butter. Home of FLIPS

Here is a declaration for the absorption of a damn damn good idea seen in Germany → Hey, America, where the hell are the Flips?! Hey Germany, let your people eat the Cheetos!


Americans. Love peanut butter. At times I have the PB-Blasphemous thought, “Maybe, jussst maybe we have gone over the Peanut Butter top”. Then I laugh maniacally and remind myself the more peanut butter one consumes the better their evolutionary advantage. It’s like consuming the raw power of legendary mythical folk, e.g. Chuck Norris. Point is…


Why, as the most peanut butter consuming area of the world, do we not have peanut type like Cheetos things in the USA? Or, do we and I’m just missing it? Flips are a Peanut Butter lovers culinary mouth orgasm. Even peanut butter recreational users seem to like them (e.g. Germans).


And WHY, does such a cheese loving people not have Cheetos?! Cheetos are the thing that I am requested most to bring back from the USA trip. They love them. People find ways to get some from the military commisary in Germany. It’s a Cheetos black market! In a few days I’m practically a Cheetos smuggler taking back multiple party and regular Cheetos bags on the plane.


So, let’s rebuild the alliance with Germany that the NSA so graciously eroded.


USA, “We want your flips!”


Germany, “We’ll take those Cheetos!”


And here begins a new golden economic age and unprecedented world peace as the whole world harmoniously participates in the glory and brilliance of a Cheetos-like-snack and a Flips-like-snack. Available for all the world to enjoy in good company while giggling and joking together in harmony until the inevitable quietly content most delicious munchie session ensues. Or we could eat Peanut Butter filled pretzels.


Hey Cheetos and Flips, you’re welcome for the free pitch so I’ll now take a job as your master taste-tester. I’m not kidding.

Advice for the little one: for Kaya

You see, special one, there is a reason

why you close your eyes in the dark.

For behind your eyelids is a known darkness and

where you know your darkness you are comfortable.

One cannot stand to have one’s eyes open and,

just possibly, not see that which is right before them.

To not look is to be blind and creatures with such cowardice as ours

does such knowing ignorance so well.

It is ashamedly increasingly present

and we are, at times, the ugliest of creatures

that rather remain in a known darkness

rather than placing our hand out to that which

stands right before us.

But, little one, find one for you that explores the dark

and keeps the eyes open with hands in front

for only they are those that stumble upon the treasures of life

and they are those that learn the secrets of living.

Be such as that, darling child, and reach,

reach those arms out and one day you’ll find

another with outstretched arms in the dark

just seeking, and not waiting, to discover the treasures of life.

Then learn that two or more together are multiplied eyes and hands

to explore, reach and create unfathomable moments of life.

So close those curious eyes long enough only to blink or sleep.

…. now eat your vegetables.

I ate my demon for breakfast -- and we like it:

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there is an unanswerable …

rather, unobtainable answer 

for what can be comprehended concerning the human ==>> 

concerning that which many of us find as insatiable voids, 

our ever-all-consuming internal malignants.

there is an exciting fear that comes from glancing inward

to those creatures that hoard all our energies

and ecstasy and hedonist rapture we find only

through horrid unspeakable acts. 

said acts satiate and placate 

a monster sleeps in peace…………………..

but every demon wakes and every demon craves

and senseless it is to abate

for your inner-denizen is worse off as one estranged 

---

peace and freedom are also what it craves

thereto found through a unified menage

for we are what we are and that one can never eliminate. 

[Embrace.]

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Photo credits: 

- First

- Second

A Pathetic Human Being -- on epiphanies...

It simply was a depressing time. He simply was a pathetic human being. The self-realization was compact, direct and… simple. It was as if he himself brought to his presence a wonderful and tightly wrapped package.

So in his own reality he created a scenario:

The contents were singular. In the package was a Yak Bak. This antiquated ancient artifact added a retrospective element to his experience. He knew what it was. It was an emblem of innocence. It was one tightly wound and deep reaching symbol but the referent was not easily defined.

This creature, being graced with an infinite capability for inner-reality scenario creation did not take long to arrange the scenario in which this Yak Bak was created and for what it was destined.

[[[ A moment to explain the importance of ‘inner-reality scenario creation’ (termed as such for lack of better symbols). As a pathetic human being that spends the majority of time drawn inward and in solitary presence it is quite difficult to be convinced by outward sources and inward reflection that the scenarios created in the mind are less of a reality than that which is experienced in the physical realm in which we all assume we participate. One self-aware that they are subject to such a tendency must consciously convince and remind oneself that a scenario (complete with actors from their physical reality, actions, idea exchanges, dialogue, etc.) created in their mind was nothing more than an scenario experienced in their inner reality. They must remind themselves that the actors in their inner reality that match actors in the physical reality in appearance and name are not necessarily co-dependent. One cannot hold resentment for a peer in the physical reality for the actions they performed in the inner reality. For some a meditative and conscious practice is needed to harness and control this. Some have no control. Some are not aware. Some do not care. Many do not compartmentalize and all realities blur into one mesh. We will not speak to the ethics, what should or shouldn’t be, nor of the consequences… it is how it occurs. ]]]

Knowing the Yak Bak’s origins he was hesitant to push the ‘play’ button being fearful of what he himself had recorded for he himself to hear. He knew the actors in all realities represented one referent that shared all the same information. But lost in his own network he could not seem to find the memory among his countless libraries. He could not find the memory, a caveat, to prepare himself for a more than likely epiphany. Perhaps this is more than likely as he programmed it. Planned it. Formed and molded what was to be.

He feared epiphanies. He feared the existence outside of time. He feared the moment that could not exactly be defined as a moment. Better said, it was an idea without form. He feared the form he must place following the epiphany. As with any great ‘ah-hah!’ there came the come down in which confrontation of the self and others were necessary. There came the pain of growing and changing. The pain of adapting. The unraveling of what the idea meant and was meant to be; how it played out in his realities. Fear, pain, unknowns… “Better it be me,” he thought, “for I am truly addicted to functioning outside of my first reality.” Addicted to fear, or rather, the beautiful consequences of confronting a fear, he finally pushed ‘play’.

He heard a voice of a child. He knew it to be he.

…. “You are to enter a great War. There will be a tearing of realities and the soldiers of the future will not firing weapons but typing. Ideas will be your weapons and practice in alternative realities. Be comfortable being adaptive and perform actions mentally, digitally and physically. Last of all, stop being a pathetic human being” ….

He had closed his eyes as he listened and was willingly, dutifully and intentionally existing in the margins of realities. Time became an elementary concept. He was again wandering in an epiphany. At once, from his center, simultaneously gazing and studying every reality. With every perspective he took in the details while keeping the forest for the trees. Then the rush of epiphany awakened every component and he was ready.

It had been too long since he was not the pathetic human being. It had been too long that he allowed the actions of others in a single physical reality rule and victimize his story. Ready he was and ready he is to jump in as a cog in a machine, a universe among universes ready to function as one complete being and fix these ruptures and cancer in our realities.