American Dreaming

Did you know that Americans, more than any other Earthly citizen, believes that things will all work out if they are patient?

While this positive attitude may get us through the day, the reality is that Americans might as well be Nero, fiddling as Rome burns.

The current state of this country smells of pre-revolution. The behavior of a few has ratcheted up a feeling of powerlessness and hopelessness that currently could cause the collapse of our republic.

As news comes across the wire of scoundrels getting away with gaming the system, and there being no justice to their behavior, the majority of us feel the blame is the self. After all, why would those that are deemed successful not have been saints in their methodology?

Alas, we are the dupes, and on a grand scale. We put the blame on the collective when we should be gathering torches and pitchforks and taking the scoundrels to the cleaners.

I surmise that we live in a society of addicts and pushers. We are so addicted to living a life of ease that few venture out to be self-made and even less stand up for the rights fought for by our previous generations.

Few would be willing to die for the rights of the collective good. Sure, there are the noble believing they die for vurtue, or "freedom," but few are willing to tell their bosses to stop treating them like cattle.

As disposable as our eating habits are, so are those in the labor market. While being addicted to working for others, feeling there is little choice, and wanting that which we are marketed, we excuse the dealers, or the established workplace, for doing whatever it wants, literally.

But someday we may wise up, take to the streets, and change things. I don't know how likely it will be soon, if ever, but it could come. And, on that day, I would not want to be one of the privileged, no sir. Because, if anything, we look for someone to blame and they have been overlooked for far too long.

The reality of reality

Here we are, on a planet, in a solar system, in a galaxy, in the universe.

We have senses, things that tell us, or are at least supposed to, how to function on this planet. They move us through time and space and are, essentially, our best friends.

But I wonder why we don't call our memory a sense. After all, these things are part of how we traverse in our universe, informing our decisions and enhancing our other senses so that we use them properly or improperly.

The rapid pace in which we use these tools is amazing. If you were to try and really think about what it means to be existential and aware at all times, one might not ever leave the confines of their room. After all, the knowing that the unknown lurks around any and all corners is enough to not want to venture forth.

And yet we do. On a daily basis, future unknown, sights unseen, we go out into this crazy world. We face an unknown reality. Sure, we can make good guesses, and are usually right, but not all of us will make it through that day, in that time or to that peace of mind that comes with another cycle survived.

As I go forward with this new blog, I want to explore what we are dealing with here, on this planet, during this time, and before my own card is pulled.

I hope you join me. We have a lot of fun to do.