It's 5 oclock Somewhere, or is it?

 What is it that compels us to move forward in time?
Are we running towards some huge, infinite, vast goal that is mainly non-but the end of our lives? If so, why are we in such a rush to get there?
Or are we running from something? Something that is chasing us - invisible to the eye, senseless to the touch - the past, perhaps? The past is, perhaps, thrusting us forward into a hurtling, colliding void of space; so is it all completely out of our control?

Regardless of how, why, or even what is behind this rat-race towards the sidewalk's end, why don't we just sit back and enjoy the ride?

This does not mean we are lazy - No, not at all! In fact, maybe we should be more productive in an inward sense. How do we want to world to exist in the future? That is a question many people can't even answer.

One is compelled to say, "Because I work hard, I deserve the best and will work towards the goal of more money, more luxury, more comfort. That is the future I visualize."

Another is compelled to say, "Because I love my family and friends I will work hard towards the goal of more money, more luxury, and more comfort for them. That is the future I visualize."

Yet another is compelled to say, "Because I love my family and friends, I will love my future family and their friends. Because I love the future generations I will work hard towards the goal of bettering their chances at more money, more luxury, and more comfort. That is the future I visualize."

The last one is compelled to say, "Because I love life, I will work hard to ensure bettering the chances for all of life to continue on; I will work to leave this world a better place. That is the future I visualize.

Oh, but the world will turn and scoff and laugh at every last one of these people!
"What fools!" the world will think to itself.
None of the four individuals are "correct" in their thoughts and goals. However, none of them are "wrong".

The first individual may very well have worked extremely hard their entire lives - therefore they are rightfully entitled to want their so-called "piece of the cake". They are entitled to savor every last morsel of that cake. From every reinstated powdered egg flake to each hydrogenated oil-filled crumb and sugary syrup laden sprinkle, they do not share one bit with any outsider whom may be less hard working than themselves, and therefore less deserving of a better future.

 Absurd, of course, based on the different circumstances and lives people not only make for themselves - but are also unexpectedly fooled into - or are even thrown into. I did not ask for my parents, I did not ask for the creed which was bestowed upon me, I did not ask for my financial status growing up, I did not ask for the financial status I have now. It was all entirely fate. Or was it? Again, what is it that compels us to move forward in time?

If we are still, if we willingly compel ourselves to freeze in the moment and last there, just exist there, will we accomplish that goal? Even our physical beings are designed in such a way that you cannot be absolutely still and without time or you will die. Your involuntary motor control keeps your lungs in a constant inflation/deflation cycle. Your heart would still beat. Your blood would still flow. Your cells would still die. Your hair and nails would still grow. (Some say your nails and skin actually keeps growing after you’re dead. This is false. It’s an illusion because when you die your skin actually shrivels down a bit so it reveals more nail and hair. Fun fact, there. ) Your physical self, at least, cannot be prevented from moving forward in time without the result being death.

With that thought of logic in mind, wouldn’t you then truly be able to experience time, that is to say actual timelessness, if you were dead?

No, at least not in the physical self.  Your physical self still moves forward in time. A body, once dead, begins the process of deterioration. The deterioration of your physical self will continue and then reach a point where it is no longer actually called a body or a person or you at all. It will be called dirt, and soil, and nutrients, and minerals, and it will be broken down so small that it is eventually swept up and formed into a countless number of other objects or plants or people even. So if your being were to continue to exist in only the form of your body, you would become all those other things as well. You would have bits and pieces of yourself all over. You would be the squirrel and the carnation and the toddler and the stones and the leaves. How could this be possible? Is it an unknown amount of past beings’ traits and views that make up each unique organism, including ourselves, on earth? Why couldn’t that be possible?

Maybe there are two of you. Maybe you have a physical self as well as a being. Maybe when your physical self lets go, when it dies, your being will be able to be still. Still in timelessness; in forever.

For eternity.

Is it heaven?

Would being completely still and free from the ongoing push forward in time be heaven? Is that why we run so fast, to outrun time and be able to exist in a place of timelessness and stillness. Of our own solitude and contentment for as long or as little as you pleased without any tick-tocking actually existing so your being wouldn’t really be doing anything for no time at all. Is that what all beings are ultimately striving for? What's more, if this is all inevitable anyhow because we cannot control the fact that we are always moving forward in time no matter how still you can make your being, then why are we pushing forward and hurrying it up in such a manic manner? Why can't we all just enjoy it all, take it in and relax for the ride we've all been forced to take?

Or perhaps we’re all just doing as we’re controlled to do in a virtual world controlled by computers, or maybe the Man’s following our every move on his television screen, or maybe we’re just specks being dangled around a cat’s neck which is actually just another speck inside a marble in an even larger universe. Now if only I were a script writer…

Over and Out.

Ode to Matt Biegacki

In the midst of reviewing the differences between  an erythrocyte, basophil, eosinophil, neutrophil, monocytes & lymphocytes - that and taking a swig of red wine *PREPARE FOR SIDE BLURB: (which I shouldn't drink because it makes my skin itch, but it's the only booze in the household right now. Yes, I could manage to kick back an ol' Can O'Bud, but call me snooty, I like a bottle better. A better beverage belongs in a bottle. :) Alliteration. Point is, feel free to make a donation to my liquor cabinet anytime. Sweet white wine and tequila are preferred, however vodka is always lovely. Let's be honest here folks, I'll take what I can get.) END OF SIDE BLURB. THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE* - I realized I have promised a friend of mine a "birthday blog" posting dedicated to him. So, realizing I probably only have maybe three readers in total, I figure I should keep any promises I make to any one of those 33.33% viewers. You other two should cash in your requests at will. So, Mr. Biegacki, despite my disagreements with your high-fructose corn syrup-laden paycheck and NASCAR funding, I hope you enjoy the belated ~ and most likely underappreciated ~ "Ode to Matt Biegacki". Otherwise known as, "rant dedicated to Matt that will be read by maybe two other people on this planet besides me. And that's only because I'm writing it."

In repressing my own ideas and remarks about the oil spill ("AMERICA!"), I have been racking my brain for a fictitious plot line in lieu of that touchy-subject -- but ONLY because of someone's race-car-ya-ya "problem".

Here are the four ideas I have come up with:
1) A sadistic plumbing company coordinates all of clientele's toilets, sewage and water lines to all explode simultaneously, thus contaminating the entire region's drinking water, causing panic, mass hysteria and death while at the same time only fueling Big Business by forcing everyone to have to purchase clean water through them because they have the cheapest prices and after all, we've all got to live... Oh, wait.
Nevermind.

2. Pirates take over Congress. Oh, wait.
Nevermind.

3. People's reflections start talking to tehm, revealing their inner secrets and undesirable character traits they didn't even realize they had. I thought of that idea, but then I visited with my mother... So that's nixed as well.

So this is where I stopped and thought to myself, "Think birthday, birthday - something nice..." So:

4. The entire world is made of flowers. Lovely, right? Oh sure, until everyone's allergies begin to go crazy and all the flowers are covered in snot and littered with blue bodies, all of whom forgot to bring their Albuterol that day. Just some random day where the entire world turns to flowers. Yes. That's it!
"Ring around the Rosie,
Pockets Full of Posies,
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down."

Morbid.

Solution: Cover all flowers and foliage with asphalt and concrete. And hell, why don't we just throw in a sprinkle of asbestos and then run it all over with a gas-guzzling, oil-burning race car for the enjoyment of our fried-chicken-gobbling, "America loving", mullet-toting, Vitamin D3-lacking, "John Deere". (Get that? A pun, how fun!) And with what, do you think, John Deere is filling up his beer belly? You've probably already got it, eh? Iced Tea!

Ha! Just kidding. He's drinking high-fructose corn syrup, of course.

Straight.

I'm sorry, I had to do it. You knew I would.

My father used to say, "Hey, take your bottom lip, pull it up over your head, and swallow." I could never manage to pull that trick off, so in the end, I've simply decided to talk.

Are you talking?

random note: Did you know that Elephantiasis is caused by parasites which block a person's lymph nodes, resulting in the buildup of lymphatic fluid in certain areas of the body? Most often unilateral. This is also why you don't see it so much in developed countries. Lack of those kinds of parasites at least. That's only excluding Bubba-Chicken McFingerhead learns to worry about his future spawn and the generations to come after him and not just how much of his property is covered in chemical-laced, money green, living-being free, perfectly level quarter inch tall grass. Not the good stuff. "Nature" as pristine and controlled by man, thus creating an alternate, man-made bubble world in what would be an otherwise natural setting.

If I were to be religious, I would feel that the joke's on us when we turn around and yeah, we saved a bundle in a snap in this "get up and go" fast-paced world, but for what? To ruin any kind of a greater being creation? Some might call it pitiful, some would even call it sorrowful. The sad cycle of it all, is that most people have been forced into it by survival.

What if the web was just the next layer of civilization - a universe invisible, yet existing in an space and time just like you and I. Just like I'm sure there are baby hamsters being born over in Japan right now - in their own "world" they've created for themselves, quite possibly in a neon green plastic tube. It's not a human-only problem, I just feel it's a human-based problem. Simply put, if we "fix" the human component to the equation, and by "fix" I mean build up a relationship, not only communication but correspondence between the human race and our natural setting - our roots at a time where we could be peaceful with one another, share with one what the other doesn't really need in order to live happily. "Living in Poverty" isn't the right word, but it's the first word that comes to mind. (I'm reading "Choke" right now.) Living simply is more what I mean. Giving what we are given but not to excess by either party; all in equal existence with one another. Call it whatever you like, call me a socialist if you like. If I cared I wouldn't be practicing my rights as an American right now.
So until we are all equally able to practice our hypocrisy I will continue to 'shake my head at it all'. 

Damnit, I got political and broke my own new rule. Show me a government  that isn't built upon a single one person's own hypocritical biases simply by using a pyramid scheme until they've gained enough power to control a mass of people and I'll show you panties on a dancing prarie dog. End.

Happy Birthday Mr. Biegacki!

Over and Out.