wolven7 | Putting it all together.

It's still twisting around, in my head, and the thoughts of the work, the hands, theblood, the acts of murder in the names of whatever. No one thinks they're the bad guy. Anyone who calls himself a bastard is only trying to harden himself, so that he may do what he believes, deep down, is the right thing. Some things are hard to do, and they require hardened people, to do them. You cannot be hard, if your squidgy bits are showing.

Overlapping plates of armour make people hard to get into, but remember, no one would put on armour, if there wasn't something to protect. This is going to be disjointed.

You are not alone, in what you are doing, whatever it is. There are people next to you, watching you, urging you onward, wanting to lift you up, help you on. Hold your hands. Even if they're hooks, or tentacles, or a buggering bloody chemical laser, with a scope on it, like Normandy. Especially if it's the laser. Maybe that's just me.

No one thinks they're the bad guy. Not really. Even the Worst Guy thinks they're doing something cool, or funny, or neat, or necessary. Their motivations have worth, even if it's only personal. Who is the bad guy, when everyone has worthy goals? Relativism is not always fun times. So what do we do, to keep things running along, chung-chug-chugga? We work. We discern, we create, and we do what we need to do. And we keep those others in mind, at all times. No it is not an irreconsilable difference.

Think. You are thinking of them. You are doing what you need to do, discerning your necessary course of action, in regards to them, with respect and care. Tribes gave/give respect to the animals they kill[ed], before killing them, skinning them, and eating them. They still kill[ed], skin[ned], and eat/ate them. There is Respect, in Death. There Can be. It is a mindset. A type of operation that allows you to be elbows deep in the life of someone/thing, manipulating, changing the future of it, your world, their creation and destruction, and still (still? Not at all an "only," or "in spite of") understand what you're doing and why Your way won out.

This universe is not a simple thing. It is causes and effects and meta-causes, and the only Uncaused Cause-- the only Unmoved Mover-- is the thing itself. And that's only because it caused itself. Do you see? It is not anarchy, or "natural law," or "democracy," or "tryanny," alone, that does these things, that orders our lives, steps and word: It is all of these things. They are all a part of the universe in which we live and, as such, they are an operant condition. They can be moved, they can move, they can change themselves and other things. They are existent, and they are creators.

If something exists, in something else-- a cell in a body, a thought in a mind-- it has certain, if brief or perhaps minimal, power over that thing. The world in which it exists feels the loss and movement of that thing. When that thing changes or dies, the situation responds. The encapsulating environment will note it, even if it is a notation outside the realm or notice of the majority of said environment's inhabitants. In other words: If a cell in your body dies, or an idea changes, in your mind, you know it. You may not know that you know it, but you know it. In this way, indeas {"ideas"}, words, thoughts, asteroids, M-Theory, in the universe, are the same. No matter the state of them, they exist, at least, as ideas.

As ideas, things have power, in the world. Shut your filthy hippy-hating mouth, and listen up, you dirty slacker!* Now, as i was saying, Ideas have power. They exist, they are real-- though not, in essence (if such an "essence" can be said to exist), physically-- and they Do have power. Ideas cause actions, words, works, creations. Either to destroy, or to ratify them, ideas are catalysts to Efforts. They cause Work. The key, then, is getting enough will and work, behind your ideas, to get them off the aetheric sketch pad, and into manipulable spaces. Placing the lever in the crack, as it were, after having drawn, built, tested said lever, and found said crack. Moving the world begins, first. with moving your mind. Working to make things true and real. And no, nothing is out of this reach.

"Everything you can think of is True." This is the title of a Tom Waits song, from the album "Alice." (Rasputina - [Clipped]). The point of it is to show a mad world, where there are no limits, no delinations. It's Through the Looking Glass, and that makes it Special. That's always been the way, hasn't it? We want to vacation in the madness, wet our feet and whet our appetites, so that we can know, so that we can understand that there is something more, out there. It makes the mundane so much more bearable, and so much more excruciating. We don't ever want the real to intrude upon the real. (Crüxshadows - [Love and Hatred]). We don't want one set to inform another, because, then, we are no longer safely weekending in the danger. It's not having sex, on the couch, with mum and da' asleep upstairs, it's them watching you get Propper Fucked. Because of this, we never think of safeguards. We never try to integrate it, we only attempt to tame it, or mash them together. Because we're stupid fucks.

The safeguards are this: Let it grow, together, let it learn, let them program each other, shade and shine upon each other, as they will. Don't crush their skulls and sew the bits to one another, and tell it to dance, and juggle axes. Put them next to each other, in the sun, and the darkness, and the heat and cold. See which parts shelter and which kill. Which help, and which take the oportunity for more nurishment. See which parts win and lose, which co-operate. You prune, and you decide, you help, when you think it's proper, but you don't coddle, you don't hold hands, all the way, lest you Lose them. And, when you're done, you have your life. Your reality.

Isn't that pretty?

Pain - [Easy Out]--- Thank you for your hands.

* I'm not saying it's wrong to hate some hippies; I'm simply saying that rushing to judegment on ideas, before hearing them out, is wrong. {05/19/05:5.00am EDT: In this case.}