visual input

Do we remember the first time the wheel was created and

the wonder that was felt at that moment or

seeing on TV this morning the space shuttle leave the planet and go into orbit?

It is just amazing walking around this home with all these tools and wires placed everywhere.

The tools are created from someone's human brain and mass-produced for productivity.

We take all this for granted; just like we take our place on this earth for granted.

Do we really see what is happening?

Are we so callused or is our brain just numb from too much visual input?

We tried in the sixties too slow down the input by first seeing the man in front of us as being.

Grasping the moment at hand and enjoying it.

I still see in that way and I try to explain it to mankind.

visual input

Fall Colors

I awoke early this morning somewhere in time around 4:00AM. I tried getting online but my computer was busy and I just looked at it a minute ago when I shut it down. I always said that you are what you are and If you train your mind to be good then you will. Listening to sad songs without a lot a friends hanging out and singing out loud is best left alone. Alone you just have to zone out with Zen and marvel at human being you are then look beyond your self and poof there is a friend. Wow!

My stay at Morningstar 43 Years Ago

My stay at Morningstar was short in length, but long in intensity. I weaved in and out of the fabric of everyone's lives there. Everyone was always moving from tree to teepee, from city to country. The woven society in flux, the cast always on the move. Free birds. I was always on the fringes, never stopping, never knowing.
Every person was there for a reason -- some to teach, some to eat, some for the girls, freedom of speech, a movement, anarchy, some to preach to the lost souls, and don't forget the dope. Everyone was there.
You were always amazed. The young man coming by with his cougar made us cautious, brave, and terrified.
Santa and all his packs of cigarettes. The young lady on horseback. The Sunday drivers out on a weekend cruise.
Morningstar was full of human souls looking for the meaning of life. Some asked, "Why in the hell am I working?" "What is the point of all this if we're going to blow ourselves to bits?" "Why do people hate me 'cause I'm Jewish?" "Why? Why? Why?".
Lou provided us with the space to try to find answers for ourselves. He was a tolerant man with musical talent.
This was not the society that was going to change the world. This was the society that was in itself changing.
We were optimistic, knowing that the world was going to be a better place to live. Well, it is probably a better place. We could go on forever on this subject, but would be all just conjecture.
The stories that I am going to tell all happened in the short space and time that I was either at Tolstoy or Morningstar. They will be not be in any form or design. I have told these stories a thousand times. As Allison and Laurel say, "Do we really have to?"
I do not have regrets or think back and wish that I was back there again. My life has been good. But these tales need to be shared.com.
If you have a tale to tell, get online and speak up.
Thanks to Lou

Empty and Void

He came home from the war void. Empty, with no concern. He moved as hidden space, devouring Jack Daniel’s and Quaaludes. His mind was lost.
I marched out at the head of the line. Behind me came six others, his wife Helen, Officer Jones, Sister Mary, Father McCarty, and his parents John and Marie. We wore the faces of gloom, tired and worn streaks were etched in our brows. When did we give up? What could we do but wait. He had sucked every ounce of humanity from our bones, we had finally given in. He was now doomed to die as he wished, empty and void without regard.
No one really cared anymore, he would fertilize the earth, so be it.
God, we wanted to do more. How did we ever decide to give up. How could it be possible that there could exist a human without hope, lost and void of possibilities. Never in our life had we ever met such a completely void sack of bones.
We let him walk away, we were dumbfounded, we had poured humanity into an abyss, leaving us tired and blank. We had lost to an empty shell of a man. He may still be walking somewhere absorbing goodwill from gentle creatures and walking away in his stupor of void, leaving of trail of people that wanted to help.
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If the world would all perish and I would be standing untouched, I would not shed a tear.
My callus shell would just stand alone. My aura would be all I had to keep me warm.
What a selfish warmth?
Such a strange world I have placed myself in? An egotistical martyr, with only a mirror to keep me warm.
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There is a mind that does not understand, standing in the corner, out of the way. Looking and searching for answers. Toes turned in, in a shy poise. Waiting for someone to give them the time. There's Johnny by the chairs, broom and dust pan in hand, picking up the pieces of Someone else's broken heart.

On this calendar today it is the 12th day. We have amber lights in town this morning. They are not new we have WIFI in this home. There is a paved road in front of our brick home. What did Roosevelt say, "A chicken and paved road in front of every home." Where else but in America can we complain about the government with a paved road in front of our home.
Ice-D the male cat pictured here is outside now, being a male he is strong on courage and sent.

A continued earth rumble

The earth rumbled the entire night to celebrate Earth Day.
Yes it started the rumble about 11:20 last night and continued for five minutes. Then paused for a few minutes and then never gave up the entire night. The earth she speaks.
At first I thought it was just my imagination but no it was real, something like vibrating chair at it's lowest setting. The earth she grumbled the entire night in Western Kentucky.
It felt like flour in a hand shaking sieve.
James Lovelock

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