10-27-2003, 05:31 AM
We all have our own Matrix. It's a coping mechanism. It's our repression, our doubt, our denial, our fear, and our heads buried safely in the sand. We have a very fixed way on how we view the world. Hmm... Preconceived notions... Are those the words I want? Might be, but I find them lacking in the depth I want. We grow, and, we are taught, and for most of us, we live in multiple layers of a Matrix. Our parents add all their crap to ours. And we pass it on to our kids. It suffocates some, shelters some, and drives others to madness.
Free thinkers, smart folks, geeks, nerds, enlighned folks, philosophers, what ever you choose to call them, people who flex their thought muscles, are generally disliked. We question and cause the herd to panic. Some get picked on by bullies as children. We are conditioned from day one to fit in or else, and when we don't, our lives are made very uncomfortable. Some of us tumble down the rabbit hole on our own, others fall down after having the way pointed out to them. Others will try to cover the rabbit hole over and erase all traces of it. Why? Who knows... Fear? Loss of some illusion of control? It is very hard to rule or lord over people who are educated and have free minds... Just ask Pol Pot. He had people killed just because they wore glasses and looked smart. And he worried that the ignorant folks might look at these smart looking folks and feel inspired.
What does it mean to be free? If you have power, and fistfulls of money, and everything you could possibly want, but, no sense of self awareness, what is it that you have? Nothing. If you have absolutely nothing, but, have a concept of self, you have a good deal more. Believe me, I know. I came from the very bottom of the barrel of poverty. I fought and clawed for every single thing I have in life, I started with NOTHING but my wits. And I could lose it all and still be ok.
Occhi, you should tell your friend to try bow fishing. Very good therapy that. I believe he might get quite a bit out of it.
Free thinkers, smart folks, geeks, nerds, enlighned folks, philosophers, what ever you choose to call them, people who flex their thought muscles, are generally disliked. We question and cause the herd to panic. Some get picked on by bullies as children. We are conditioned from day one to fit in or else, and when we don't, our lives are made very uncomfortable. Some of us tumble down the rabbit hole on our own, others fall down after having the way pointed out to them. Others will try to cover the rabbit hole over and erase all traces of it. Why? Who knows... Fear? Loss of some illusion of control? It is very hard to rule or lord over people who are educated and have free minds... Just ask Pol Pot. He had people killed just because they wore glasses and looked smart. And he worried that the ignorant folks might look at these smart looking folks and feel inspired.
What does it mean to be free? If you have power, and fistfulls of money, and everything you could possibly want, but, no sense of self awareness, what is it that you have? Nothing. If you have absolutely nothing, but, have a concept of self, you have a good deal more. Believe me, I know. I came from the very bottom of the barrel of poverty. I fought and clawed for every single thing I have in life, I started with NOTHING but my wits. And I could lose it all and still be ok.
Occhi, you should tell your friend to try bow fishing. Very good therapy that. I believe he might get quite a bit out of it.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."