The world is in my hands, and my hands are out of control.

Should I write something cheery?
Something that makes no sense?
Maybe something sad and depressing?
I don't know. My mind is a blank.
In my confusion there are no answers, only ideas that some people believe to be answers. They will never know that they are wrong because their belief is to strong. I will never know that they are right because my confusion is to stuborn. When the sun goes down I know it will come up again becaue that's what it has done my whole life, and apparently it has been doing that long before anyone can remember. How absurdly obvious that is. Everyday I live and every moment I pass into I try to remember that feeling stored deep in my consciousness, the feeling that life is strange. It is strange how fragile it is. It strange how hard it is to put into words what it is about life that is so strange. This strangeness is deep. It is uncertainty. Something that I can hardly grasp. Beyond the simple every day of waking up, living life, having my coffee, going to work, eating my meals, hanging out with friends and family, and so much of that normal basic life stuff the strangeness still lurks beyond and between the cracks or reality.
Reality is strange. Today I use the word stange to communicate something that cannot be truly explained. Tomorrow I may use another word or a whole strand of words. Or maybe what I will do is just stare in amazement off into the nothingness that is every day life, until someone reminds me that I am still here. Wondering, Knowing and unknowing that I will never truly grasp the complete strangeness. Or maybe I always do. But whatever because I gotta go and that's just another moment past in life. And the strangeness that be.

Samson

Existence is infinite. The cult of Samson Chapter #2

Through these eyes we all percieve a world, enviroment, and even an entire universe, maybe more.
Existence itself must be infinite though, why....I don't know.
To me it seams like the only thing that makes sense. I am a conscious being trapped in infinity with only one way out, which isn't neccesarily a way out because no one knows for sure what happens when we die. It's all just speculation, even this. If this is infinity, then what is the universe? The universe is as far as our perception and/or conception of reality is at the moment, a good explanation of why it appears to be expanding. The universe is like our greater mind...The mind we all share...The mind we all are. The ultimate consciousness, a consciousness with consciousness within it. Maybe even a consciousness that expands beyond human compreshension, most definitely.

This is a fraction of eternity that we (and maybe others) inhabit. Our understanding of it will grow but we will never completely know it all.

Peace and love,

Samson

Fuckism at its finest.

I think that I am always confused. In my confusion I have found nothing but more of it. This whole picture and world view seams extremely flawd. I think the most terrifying thing is the idea of actually picking something and believing deeply in it. To say that this is the way it is and anyone who doesn't believe it is wrong and should be indoctrinated. That's why I don't agree with Cathlosism, christianity, and a lot of other belief systems. They are so evil in themselves because they provoke so much hate and misunderstanding. But that's not entirely true, I guess nothing I say could ever be entirely true, nor what anyone else says because its all coming from different perspectives. Or maybe all perspectives are entirely true but completely contradict one another. So maybe that means that all truth has a contradiction attatched, either way it all comes together to make up reality.

I really don't know where I am going with this or what the point is. But I do know one thing for certain and it is that I am completely ok and content with it. I am actually in love with it all, I wish I could share this connection and feeling with someone. Sometimes I get bored but I would rather be bored then in pain or at war with this or anyone.
Reality is a beautiful confusion that gones on forever.
It feeds off of itself and is constantly in motion.
Our consciousness is the result of this never ending ride.
Hopefully as more and more of us come out of the void, we can find peace.
As time goes on and the predictable cycles continue on I hope we can find a way.
A way to help this confusion end.
A way to communicate with each other more clearly.
And one day bring complete peace to this rotating ball of contradiction.
Open our minds to the infinite and the nothingness
That we are


Some philosophical poetic gibber jabber.

From Samson

SO if figure its about time to express myself again.

This is me expressing myself.
I wish I had more to say but right now I am doing fine and the music I'm listening to is distracting. So I don't think this going to be a post of me reflecting the paradox that is my and all existence.

I wish there was some easy way to explain my perspective on things. Like something short and maybe even one sentence. I'm going to try it now.

I am the result of a miracle that never ends.

It's like God and the devil are in my head playing all sorts of games at once and there is no end. Not only is there no end but there wasn't a beginning, they just keep playing and the two of them are equally matched.

I am not a religious person and I am not a firm believer in anything because I think everyone is wrong, and will never know. I think knowing that you don't know is the actual truth, and I am not a firm beliver even in that. Believing to strongly in something can be a big mistake. Besides when I leave this world I want to surprised.

If when we die we simply cease to exist for an eternity what do these moments equal to now. I think in themselves these moments are enternal and that I live forever even when I cease to exist. That sounds confusing and absurd but it makes sense when you think about it. If exist now for a mere fraction of enternity and am conscious of that I must be somewhere forever because and eternity is so long, so infinite and never ending that I am almost frozen in it forever.


That's confusing....it really is impossible to put some things into words.


Fu@k good grammar and proof reading YAAA!

Forever in the moment even when you don't think that I am. FOREVER INSANE

Samson

Same old bull that flies through my mind faster then the speed of light.

I don't know how scientists can say that nothing travels faster then the speed of light, that seams absurd to me. It's not like I can really prove that there actually is anything out there that does travel faster but I think there's got to be. Our perception of reality could and probably is extremely limited given the whole infinite nature of it and everything. There could be a whole new scale of speed that we can't even percieve where all sorts of crazy things go on. Imagine something traveling so fast we can't even percieve it at all, using any senses and/or tools to help magnify this something. Scientists like to make things proven facts with a touch of arrogance I guess. They will study something for years, write up lengthy papers only to make a point that this is his/her's limited perception at the moment based on all other's perceptions at the time and from one's before their time. I guess what I am saying is our perception of reality is always changing unless you are a serious religious fundamentalist, and stick to nothing but one specific text that has been around for thousands of years. Personally I think that's just an extremely limited and narrow minded point of view, but I can accept it if that's what works for you (religious fundamentalism). As for perceptions of reality constantly changing, ummmmm ya that's cool. Brainfart.
Glancing over what I just wrote I may have come to a revelation, absurd and pointless but just maybe a revelation. Maybe Science is actually a mirror of what religion was centuries ago....A belief system hahaha. I guess many people already say that.
The difference I guess between many centuries of evolution or whatever is that religion was more set and instilled, and science now is more open to change. Maybe our brains process information a lot faster these days compared to like a few hundred to a thousand years ago. They probably do. Yeeah this is just another random ramble of questions and nonesense from samson that I am going to end short.

Anyways I'll end with.....The saying should go "Nothing that we are aware of in this moment can travel faster then the speed of light".

Wow what the hell am I talking about.
I'm retarted hahaha.

Samson

I think I am going to start making shit on Youtube. Writing is fun but I think I want to be more creative.

Nonsense

Words enter my mind or are they just electrical signals travelling through my brain. Where is all this energy coming from? The big bang is a really shitty answer. Maybe life on earth is just the result of a sexless lonely child running through a timeless void blowing bubbles. Some of the bubbles pop and some float and drift forever in eternity to the point the bubbles themselves begin to harness new life. All hale the only god, the bubble blowing child. That's a more interesting answer.
Where do I end and where did I begin, maybe quenstions are completely futile, or maybe I am. Whatever that's suppose to mean. I still think it's true.
Wondering what to do, wondering what to say. Maybe I'll say this and accomplish both saying and doing at the same time....

Memories from the past flash through my head confusing me now. Since it is always now I must always be confused by the past. If it is always now and I always have memories from the past is it actually always the past right now. Where is the future in all this? I guess the future is really just in our imagination. Since we have experience existing for some sort of apparent time, we then have an enevitable developement of expectance for more existence to follow. So we plan for it in advanced using our imagination most of the time. Wow that is a very confusing way to put it. Anyways.....

Planning can be benefitial and at the same time ludicrous and annoying because our limited minds can't comprehend or be aware of all possibilities all at once. I guess I am saying you can try to be in control but you never will be (completely), because we are all equal (even though it may not seam like it).

I don't like to boast, sound arrogant or be to full of pride but this is an awesome place to be. I am glad I live here and I hope it gets better for us and the rest of the world. I hope we don't fuck it up. I feel bad for people around the world who suffer and feel hopelessly stuck. I try to do my part in this section of the world to maintain a balance. A balance in nature and a balance in the human experience. I am sure a lot of people would try and piss me off, argue with me and tell me how I am full of shit but that's just them being arrogant douche bags. I try! But I wish I could do more. Sadly I don't think there is more that I can do. It takes a whole civilization to make things better for everyone. Individually we can try to our best to live in the balance and that can spread globally. I think that's the way it should be though, I don't think any ONE individual should have more power then any other. That is what fucks this world up and until people stop electing leaders to make decisions for them we will never achieve absolute greatness. We have to make decisions for ourselves and take care of each other. But I guess cultures clash and war and decease is hard to avoid. But it is possible. Anythings possible.

Peace, love and Hope.

Samson

Am I a vessel controlled by the energies that surround it or one which uses these energies at will?

Beginning with a question for a title, and forgetting the words I wrote down. I wish I knew exactly what truth lies beyond realities ugly beautiful face. Not only do I wish that but I wish I knew that there even is some sort of great truth...maybe I know it and I'm still trying to find more. What I am getting at right now is that I constantly wonder if I can develope any further. Is it possible for me to break the barrier and go beyond? I don't mean anything like obtaining more physical posession, getting some sort of dream job or something like that. I often wonder if I can devolope further into reality, maybe gain some stronger extra sensory perceptions or something. Should I work on developing my consciousness or spirit...is that even possible. Do these such things even exist or are they illusions created from human desire to be more, to live and exist beyond it's physical apparatus. Is life really about fvcking, money, being greedy, selfish and posessing the latest "Cool" and/or "Trendy" things. Some people would say yes and some no I guess. Personally I'm mixed in my views of what life is actually about. When it comes down to it I would say that life isn't really about anything, and that is not suppose to be a depressing point of view at all.
When it comes down to it I just can't help but be completely paralysed to how marvelously hidden any real answers are. Everyone just has there own opinion on things and opinions always change. I kind of lost my train of thought now.


Without this body do I remain an individual or do I become a whole. I think in life we experience what its like to be fragmented, broken apart, and individualized. This experience we are all having captivates us and makes us forget over and over again, that we are a whole. When I talk to you I am talking to my self, because you are my self. There is only one self and it is universal, it is free and we all share it. We just forget and lie to our self most of the time.

Probably just to make things interesting. Maybe....maybe not

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Samson

Decieving myself is believing myself and/or vise versa.....or something.

I can't believe in anything. Why should I believe in anything? To believe in anything that doesn't apply to the reality in which you are currently experiencing, is using your imagination I guess. Believing in your imaginings is fun but just as pointless as anything else. What is worse then believing your own individual imaginings to be real? Believing someone else's imaginings. Where am I going with this no one knows, not even me.

I wonder why people believe in so many things anyway, I guess its because we are all totally confused with all this. You know, reality and all. So we are here and if that isn't confusing enough, we are left with no certain or resonable explanation of where here is, how we got here, and what the hell here is exactly. Then to make things even worse everytime we think we have some sort of grand realization or universal connection it passes in a flash of consciousness.

Some people really try to get it all written down but it never works. It just leaves us with books like the bible, good words of wisdom I guess but so big the pages have to be thinner then rolling papers. So ya at least you got a million papers to roll some good joints, not that I'm really into smoking joints anymore. Now we got so much more recorded and documented it makes us even more confused then ever. Like the big bang theory or the bible really proves and solves all philosophical, physical and metaphysical questions out there. The truth I think is that we are the problem ourselves, our existence is a mystical parodox. A beautiful ugly miracle or an ugly beautiful one, which ever you prefer. It's unbelivable that we are here and that anything is here. It is so unbelievable in fact that the mere moment existence becomes conscious of itself in any fraction of its infinitecy it destroys itself, which is and always will be the human condition.


WE ARE SELF AWARE!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
Well...mot of us.
The ones who are not are the ones who believe in things. The ones who continue to fill their consciousness with belief are slaves of self deception. Denying themselves pure, simple, meaninglessly meaningful Awareness.

Do you know what I mean?

P.S. Know what I like to do with my spare time and imagination. Imagine infinity. No words can describe it.

Peace,

Samson

AQUA TEAM FOREVER!!!!!! America is retarted!!

I can't believe that they shut down the city of boston because of this. How stupid are people when they spend $750, 000 of security manpower and/or resources to remove square electronic lightbright looking things that have a cartoon character glowing on it. How can anyone be so freakin stupid, not to mention a whole city. I am sure not everyone in the city is stupid, in fact as soon as every Aqua teen hunger force fan like me found out and saw a picture of the thing I am sure they could not contain themselves. I find this absolutely halarious; as for the people that don't, I feel sorry for you. TALK ABOUT EXTREME PARANOIA!

Here's some youtube videos about this:



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7kdP8WBB4lI
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y0PgnOZFKiY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5hWOw3y6PxE

And I love how these guys mock the press and whole situation:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fJkTNJ7BM9I

Emerald broach stuck to my forehead, making me feel woozy

To write a title that has nothing to do with the writing below it, makes perfect sense when the writing itself has no logical premise. I have recently adopted a new writing style to use for my blog entries. I don't know what it is called nor do I care. But anyways I am mostly going to write little to no me in it, or I or well anything that falls along those lines. Like creative writing with no individual opinion or perspective. So now that I know that, I will stop saying I, me, my and stuff like that......starting now.

The keys of an individual type away to create and form words to project thoughts outwards into reality. Reality can be a confusing concept to an individual who is trapped within it, he or she may come to wonder what the point of it all is. Is there a point? Is there meaning? What is a point and what is meaning? Questions upon questions with answers that can only be subjective or in better words (maybe), different from varrying individual perspectives. The biggest question is existence itself, just being able for a moment to stop and really deeply realize that you exist can blow anyone's mind. Existence is some sort of an absurd thing some might call a miracle, but most people don't dare to think about it. It is such a frustrating phenomenon that we as a race of beings will destroy ourselves before we come to any conclusions about it. It's funny because we've changed our minds about it thousands upon thousands of times. Who knows what some of the early theories were..."Blurb...Blurb...Blurb"......"Another period it must of been like "Ooga OOga Ooga"......Then eventually we began to understand each other as thoughts and communication became more complex....."Ohhhhhh "Why" is what this dude's saying to me"....Well I don't know man I will have to think about it and get back to you."

Another big question has got to be...Is there really a definite universal knowledge and picture of the universe, life, and existence (An actual answer to how it all works, what its for, and the meaning of all this). How could there be when you think about it, all knowledge, all life, the whole universe is just a perception of reality. So reality is the real confusing culprit here. The most confusing part about reality is that it is forever changing, it most likely never had a beginning and most likely will never have an end.

This makes about as much sense as reality.

Have a good one

Mr. Samsonality

blah blah

what am i doing here?

Instantaneously the miracle falls from my eyes and into the abyss

What exactly is the plot and does it have a sequel. All the people collectively percieve the instant they exist with no proof of the begginning or the end. The question rots in eternity with the rest of its inhabitants, while the will to survive varies from being to being. Words can't really bring forth any closure to the intricity of the pattern's flaws, but still we all try to make emmense. It is beautiful although the beauty can be hard to observe in the midst of all discomfort and suffering that goes on. When we became aware of the fact that physical bodies become useless after a while we began to dream up interesting solutions to the comprehension of end of comprehension. Is it really the end when we die, sometimes that thought sounds comforting. Not being able to percieve and feel the suffering that comes along with individual physical existence must be heaven. When mania sets in and all worries leave to be replaced by an ecstatic world view, heaven seams just as real. Life might just be a placebo if that makes any sense at all. When it comes down to it nothing can really make any sense at all. If everything made absolute sense there would be no unpredicatable results, and questions would not exist. Maybe ignoring the depth of this reality would result in less confusion and insanity would not be there.

With every tear I shead and every emotion I hide I remain beathless and strugling to find a solution.


Bye Bye......

For now

Samson

P.S. I wish I could spell better

ELMO LAUPH ATTACK

If you don't lauph at least once during this 1 min video you are seriously depressed or something. This is absolutely retarted!

My first youtube video.......nothing special

I am sorry but this is halarious...pooor putty kat!

Cat getting caught on roof fan string and going for a ride.

The Cult of Samson. Members so far....none. BITTER SWEET PROGRESS!!!

I find that my brain appears to be most active when I am lying in my bed attempting to sleep. The funny thing is that even now getting up to write in my blog about what I was thinking when I am in the state of consciousness before actually falling unconscious is very hard. It must be why I really enjoy lying in my bed. Not only am I extremely comfortable but my brain seams to have some sort of eery understanding about the nature of reality. It's like my own kind of meditation in a sense. I like to try and remain conscious and explore all possibilities of reality without forgetting who and what I am. That is one of the most challenging things to do in life, remain in the world of imagination and control it without becoming lost inside a dream. Dreaming is beautiful but I find the most amazing dreams are the ones you have when you are aware that you are you, which is something that doesn't happen unless you're lucky, or if you are awake and daydreaming, or in some sort of meditative state. The worst part of all to me is that I find that I am really getting something meaningful, relevent, divine, and beautiful in this state of consciousness but I find it extremely hard to put into words when I decide to get up and write about it. But I will try anways.

If I am right and we actually exist within infinity, which is what I believe life comes from and/or is a part of. Then the human mind and body is actually a vessel for comprehending certain areas of infinity. It would be completely impossible for me to even express into words the depth of this design, not only would it take my whole life to explain to you a mere fraction of it, but it would take the entire human species on earth forever to explain it. We would begin the conversation and have forgotten what the conversation was about and spun out into nothingness.
Existence is so infinitely complex that any conscious entity that actually understood or thought about the very nature of its own being would be as mesmerized as I am. It seams to me that in order for anything to exist there needs to be conscious entities to be aware of existence to explore it. When I say explore existence I not talking about simply working your ass off and flying to one place in the world only to fly back and show all your friends pictures of your marvelous exploration (NOT that there is anything wrong with that either because thats a part of it) but to explore all aspects of life within infinity.
It seams to me that this physical vessel that makes me a so called human is actually a home for consciousness and awareness itself. Not only can I explore the extention of my being which is this earth but I can explore all infinity with this vessel. When you put yourself in a comfortable position where you can actively engage in using your mind and imagination you can then explore any possibility in infinity. This physical universe is ordered and connected in such a precise way that it allows for you to be you. I know that seams like any obvious simple statement for the most part, but that is extremely deep and fascinating to me. For me to even exist at all is a miracle, but for me to observe my existence and be conscious to the apparent fact that I exist is an absolute phenomenon at work here.
Now that's just fascinating philosophical mumbo jumbo to most people, not to mention that not many people if any will actually read these words. Actually now that I think about it, it would may not even be fascinating to anyone because they would fail to comprehend the beauty that I am trying to express. Who knows really, but I do hope that this will connect to other fragments of infinity and create greater order and maybe chaos, either way the consequences are equally exciting.

Other things that cross my mind in meditative or other states of consciousness in this simple, complex and mystical world/miracle.

Money is the middle concept in the human mind that has destroyed all the basics of human interaction.

Western society probably needs a little bit of a crumbling to better the world and balance out this global equation, not to extreme but we need some work (By work I mean actual thinking not slave labour by multi national interest)

This is becoming a more global world so we will need to have serious discussions on global governmental structures (PUBLICLY!!!!). Not to mention control over profiteering scum bags who don't give a fuck about human or any life on planet earth.

Technology should be freed for the use of global communication not war.

Mutation between communism and Democracy. It could be a reality television show HA HA HA!

The sequel to that would be deciding what the global language of earth will be. I vote english...I wonder why.

Instead of worshipping a god, gods or MEN. We worship nothing!!!!!!

When the New world order is complete and the one world government is created we must NOT have a leader. PLEEAAASSEEEE!!!!!! There can't be a world leader, because no human mind is great enough to deserve power over the earth and the beings on it. Our leader will be the earth itself. We will use our minds and technology to live for the survival of the earth. Think about it people, I'll put this is DUMB PEOPLE LOGIC: WE.......EXIST.......BECAUSE......OF.......THE......NOT SO ROUND BALL....YOU.....ARE......MAGICALLY.......ABLE......TO......BALANCE.....ON!!!! DUHHHHHHH without it we would not exist.
So knowing that our bodies and all these wonderful stupid little things we have are from the earth itself well maybe we should you know, ummm show it a little respect for it.

If I only could be involved in real societal structural thinking. What is that called anyways?????

BaHHHH! Humm bugg!

Samson out!

At least I am not the only one that knows reality is an illusion. Check this shit out people!

The Holographic Universe

Tinkering with reality

Pretending that I am something that I am not is the most troubling thing to me. I would like to be an actor one day but sometimes I think that I will only realize that dream inside my dreams amoung others. I don't know what it is exactly per se, I think I am so deep in the moment that reality becomes a frustrating masterpiece. I want to do so much with life but there are to many rules and regulations for me to abide by. It's not like I truly believe in any of these rules, laws, or regulations anyways. To me it's all just reminence of a past of annoying intellectuals trying to protect themselves without getting their hands dirty. It's funny because I can't really complain about the comfort of my reality. Often times I am so comfortable that it seams completely irrelevent for me to do anything at all, hahahaha welcome to my life. I find everything so meaninglessly meaningful that writing in this blog is just as successful as going to the moon. The society I live in is actually so efficient for the most part that we are lacking the need for workers. I am a true artist I think, by thinking I guess I truly believe.
I was thinking today (like I always do) that the pursuit of truth is in a sense mental suicide. It's like denying the fact that no matter what you do, what you study, what language you communicate and study in, or what you believe in, the true truth seeker never figures anything out. You become so deeply immerced in the question of reality, or the question of existence, or the question of questioning that the questions become infinite. The funny thing is a lot of people including myself (sometimes) want to leave an ultimate mark in the world, an imprint in human consciousness. To be on my death bed and claim that I actually did something for the world. I think many people feel that way a lot of times, like it is really important to benifit society and to be remembered. Ultimately I do think that it is completely pointless to achieve that because even memory and human consciousness doesn't last forever. The pursuit of memory I think is actually physical suicide. It's like we work and work to create and "move forward" and progress towards the future many say. I will admit that I am completely fascinated and amazed with and about many things in the world today but we still are not going anywhere or progressing any further. Now we just have more capabilities of destroying ourselves and the planet. Is this our destiny, our nature...I continue to hope that it is not. Although many say that it is human nature to destroy themselves, I find that funny because humans are making these kinds of statements. I would say that death and destruction is a part of nature and creation because not all humans destroy other humans or themselves. I think the main problem that human beings have constantly run into in the past and the present is physical reality, and objectifying the crap out of it. People have no contact or connection with a higher dimension of reality. This dimension is beyond physical and governs our thoughts and perception. Now you can't even prove its existence because it has no existence that is observable, now that just scares scientists out the door. I think this reality or dimension exists within our own consciousness, and beyond the actual brain. It is where the future comes from.


This is like a scrambled communication. Having no structure behind it and no one to contradict what I think makes this a complete documentation of my thougthts. The funny thing is we could one day design a computer system that can store the whole world wide web of information on a single atom. Or maybe even smaller then an atom. Maybe that is what this is, maybe this is who I am and everything is. As we make discoveries we are complexifying our reality, and we are doing this collectively. Although I am just someone writing in a blog I am still apart of it. Like Einstein said how everything's connected and relative to everything else. WOOOOOOOOO I just blew my mind.

This is how it happens. Do you believe in god, allah......or THe Big bang hmmmmmm. You are that, I am that, this is that.

What a bloody miracle all this is. Man I wish I had some sort of logical framework but I don't.

That's just me. A conscious miracle trying to program this miracle to further this miracle to become a greater miracle.

Stuck in infinity, but do not forget the comprehension or communication of infinity by a human being is impossible because a human being is a mere fraction of it.

Man I am just going to end this informative post of non informity before it gets confusing.

TOOOO LATE! BOO YAA

~~~Samson

So I went to see my quack and he told me he wasn't a duck. I was like what the fvck.

So i realize that I have been bent up on the cocepts of god and allah. My conclusion to that realization is that it must be because of the whole war thing. Muslims in the east and Christians in the west...YAAAAA we got ourselves a war! Fvck me, I am totally freaking sick of this religious fundamentalist corporate sponsored consumer phenomenon we call every day life. The question isn't how do we stop the war, but how do we keep the war going without the public getting pissed off and overthrowing the government. That's like human histories ultimate story. People spend their whole lives organizing, manipulating, and trying to figure out a way to keep everyone happy in this bubble of a reality. Empires are born and people jump on the bandwagon and feed it until the masses get confused and go insane. Once insanity strikes and all attempts to keep societies contemporary structure in tact fails, a new madman is born. This madman somehow manages to find himself struggling to find his place in society. It drives him insane to observe that the whole world is continuously marching in patterns he does not understand. He notices that he is surrounded by massive waves of ignorance, he could easily speak the slightest bit of divine truth to this massive wave to get a desired reaction. Yet he still does not knowingly do so because of the awareness of the truth, which is consequences of ones actions. He knows the power of the individual mind but he continues to not use it because he has a tender compassion for the world that he lives on. He does not want to bear witness to masses of human beings dying all around him, and he is terrified of the idea of mother nature being tortured and destroyed any further. The artist at heart struggles for the hope that their is a better way to end this sad story in the making. He knows that the war is just a calculated misunderstanding of cultures but no one will listen. He observes that consciousness itself only exists in the minds of the free individuals, the ones that don't hear or see, the ones that percieve. This madman is built on the explosive power that mass ignorance causes, the ability to say one word and recieve a wave of poweful energy. This wave of energy generates a portal, and this portal is a vision of the future. Looking into the future he sees something that terrifies him even more, he sees darkness, nothingness, an unwritten history. The present in which he exists is so lost in ignorance that it has created a machine that in a not so distant future will end all life on the planet. The planet itself will not be able to bear life for eons, the planet will be dead. Nothingness or somethingness is now the question. The madman knows his memory is irrelevent and he knows that he will create the future. No one can stop him because he is not in control, he is the consciousness that controls all reality, he is divine...he is immortal.

The portal closes and he yells at the top of his lungs and tears pour from his eyes. "I AM AN INDIVIDUAL..I AM FREE...AND I NEED NOTHING..I AM INFINITY"

This is the beginning and the end he thinks to himself. Many will die and many will suffer. But as long as I am, the future will be beautiful because I will be there to observe it. I will share my love, compassion, hate, and disgust with all the world. To the conscious ones and the blade of grass that I am now ready to consume. Although many will call me a madman and many will adore me, i continue to be aware that not only am I eating a blade of grass...I am eating myself and myself eats me.

Every moment is unique, every moment is a miracle, to be conscious of that is to be conscious of consciousness, which is to be confused by nothingness and one with infinity.

Wow did I just write that. WHO AM I?

Peace, love, and understanding

Mr. Samson

Transparent Alchemy

If I only knew what I meant
everything would have more meaning
Sometimes I feel there is no time spent
Stuck inside my self forever dreaming

When I sleep I have no control
Even when I wake it is the same
Conscious illusion so simple
I still fight to survive in this game

There's something inside of me, outside to
It's everywhere and no where
Deep inside of my self I have no clue
They often say life isn't fair

I think it is simply mind abuse
Denial that its human's who control
It's humans who are untrue
We are the ones who deny ourselves the world

So do we destroy the earth today
Or wait until tomorrow
No one cares to think about the way
Our brothers and sisters fill the air with pain and sorrow

Blah
What a shitty sad poem
I think I am to sensitive sometimes
So I leave this memory behind me
I'll read it again one day, hopefully on a brighter day

Samson