RECENTLY....

      I have had a chance, like a watcher, to settle into my easy chair and symbolically imbibe into my own little wonderland, sort of taking in what I normally find elusive and convoluted at best.
      Herein lies my quagmire events of the past few years or so.  I think anytime people who find the time to portray their exuberance for public service but spend their time stopping doing things that are for the public good are just shameless.  It doesn't matter what I think is the public good, what matters is that the majority of the people involved in these sequences of caustic rhetoric are not satisfied. 
      First, we spend too much time meddling into everyone's life. We need to further our own ambitions and let the chips fall where they may.  For a country who spouses freedom of religion, we spend too much time trying to change those who don't think like us, or telling people what they believe isn't necessarily true. I certainly don't care what you worship, just who you are, what you do and what I can learn from you, if I listen, rather than just hear. Laughing gives you the freedom to not think for moments at a time, and cures you momentarily by letting your body do what it is built for.  Laughing, Laughing...I told a Joke, laughing so hard, I fell out of bed, until I realized the Joke was on me.
      Making prisons for profit along with healthcare isn't a solution.  Teaching people how to socialize, how to make a living, how to live within their means along with hospitality skills and how to take care of their own health by trusting their own self worth is just the beginning of the road to adventure and remembering who you are and why you're here.
      After years of being killed for who they are, whether it be a minority or a representative of a particular class gives way to protests, counter violence and looting.  Income inequality and lifestyles have all come to the forefront of these escapades.  When certain realms of a people feel you are meddling in their internal affairs, they view all of us as mutual combatants, so their are no accidents and no one is innocent. If I had ever been here before, I would know just what to do, wouldn't you?  Are we forever in a time warp loop, not learning from historical sequences, and if so, are we not doomed to repeat it?
      We are, whether we like it or not, with social media shrinking distances to side by side social equations, and when we do not share and share alike, socially, economically and spiritually, we risk alienating each other, countries and disenfranchise those that don't readily ingest the skills necessary to become part of the whole of humanity. Russia invades, we sanction, the dollar strengthens, China wants to stabilize the Russian economy so the Dollar and the Euro are no longer the accepted global currency.  Hey wait, get out the back Jack, get off the bus Gus, make a new plan Stan, just set yourself free.  I like the democracy, what little we have left, and I don't want anyone telling me what to do or say, or what deity I must proclaim to own me. I am, after all, just trying my best to be me.
        It isn't a matter of whether we are changing the global atmospheres, physically or otherwise, you're choice here, Mother Nature will give you the answer, not some politician or scientist.  You don't have to believe me, just look around and see what is happening in your part of the world. So just remember what you want, go out and get it, display in the simplest imagery what that is, and let those who share your thoughts, or enjoy your company hang out with you and let the rest of the world whirl by you without the complications you imply come with those choices.  I'm not the only dreamer.....What goes up, must come down, spinning wheel got to go round....Blood, Sweat and Tears my fellow dreamers.

My thoughts exactly...

     For as long as I remember or recall I have subjected myself to rhetoric that befits the gentleman that I have always considered myself to be.  It really isn't about to be or not to be, I have always been here, and I will always be here, as long as my thoughts pervade the Universe, wandering like the ripples in a gorgeous body of water, hit extraneously by some solid moving object of love.
     Now it seems to me there was an objective in mind in the human condition of evolving or ascending to whatever we chose to ascend to.  Not that ending a sentence with a preposition was a pattern of deceit or not, but it just happened to occur, you might say.  In my mind's eye, everyone should have a job, if they want one.  The more humans with jobs, the larger the tax base.  I know money doesn't really have to exist.  It is a pigment in our imagination that somehow separates the fellowship that occurs when different personalities enter into the same room.
     Healthcare should be a right in any society, no matter where you live or in what habitat you exist in.  Now if money is concerned here and what percentage of your annual pittance of a wage is concerned then just consider if the tax base is big enough and everyone chimes in to healthcare as a participant, then the percentage of course, mathematically would be smaller.  Now if everyone had healthcare, and they all had jobs, then preventative medicine would incur the wrath of less sick days at work. Really????
     Money, it is a sin.  It doesn't need to be here, in our reality.  It has been used as a way to show disdain for certain segments of our society.  We are always desperately trying to pursue more of it, as if having more of it will solve the discontent in our impressions of self.  We are all creative, full of love, which we try to express on a daily basis, for reasons far too great for me to extrapolate here in any of the more banal sentences I create as I try and make you follow the bouncing ball.
      In creating a creative force of people to protect us from what we from time to time call evil, bad, negative or any recourse you have in mind, it cannot contain fear, distrust and it cannot jump to conclusions or bear false witness against any enigma it comes in contact with.  There I go again with that pesky habit I have with prepositions.  It can only hope to resolve the challenge it has accepted and forever accept it's own judgement and the consequences it provides.  If enough of the population concedes to the effect that the outcome could of been different, than sooner or later, no good guys, no bad guys, just you and you and you and you have to accept the change in attitude.  Everyone should be given the chance to express themselves in any manner they choose, and everyone should  benefit from that creativity.  Everyone is different in so much as the permutations of life allows, or the Universe accepts, and that is an infinite amount, whether you are a Math Genius or not.
     Utopia is not a dirty word. Perfection is a reality, even if you don't or won't realize it.  I know it is a matter of semantics but you are always perfect at the moment, or in any moment, it is only your unwillingness to accept it when you go through the motions, when you seek to judge your motives, but really, even when you do things that you can't understand, you are still perfect when you are doing it, and then you move on to different perceptions of perfections.  Again I have to say, there are way too many examples for me to go into, but just know I know you know what I'm talking about.
     The world is all into these concepts together.  The sky, the ocean, the geological formations, the written word, the roads we travel on, the culinary delights that we tease each other with, the celebrations of life we conjure up to illuminate our togetherness with, are all there for us to consume and realize we are part of the pie, which I think I recall the gestalt being, the whole is more than the sum of the parts.  I plead the fifth, and hope the paintings, the hues of humanity I splash across the face of existence will make you feel better of yourself, and begin to focus on the fellowship that comes with the gift card known to all things of creation as Love.