Anyone who says love is easy or perfect is a raving lunatic. It is a reveling of extremes especially where there is great ignorance, merrymaking so to speak, while retaining yourself and your truth. It is extremely tough to do. Could I ever envy those who have things easy and not take away from this individualisy I am and love? In praying for great becoming, must I not invite the great overcoming of great struggles? And if I had all the money in the world, would I not be here where the human spirit thrives from the struggles with opposition, prejudice and great idiocy? Would I not choose not to run from hardships but confront it with as much grace as I can muster? Do these ills, these evils, not light my path towards my very own optimization? My mind can count all the bullshit around me and I still factor in states, conceptions, belief systems other than mine. Because I should always find a kind and decent way to express what’s wrong.
It is becoming in that it is my self causative sense of responsibility as being in the relative after all. Because if you do not know something is wrong or right, how can you ever express it. If you can’t express it, where is the revolutionary changes that matter to humanity? Are we all facing the future with the mentality of mobs, the replicating ease of AI? Are we going to face it in the way I know you’re going to know it through me? Not for the mere class and position expectations of it but in the continually realistic open indulgence in it. Is a tail to hide not of the head unfound? Nature, after all, if it is a reveler in time as I claim it to be, must give me what I deserve in life. How can you make humane and human relative changes in the age of evolving AI without qualifying intelligence? Spiritual Intelligence is not for the mob, it’s not for the commoner. It’s not for those who imagine love. It’s for those who live and breathe it with extreme potentiality. And may those who possess it with worthwhile purpose get what they deserve in life. Amen.
I will debut longer form personal, experiential, and spiritual essays next year. I want to continue to do meaningful work. Help me conquer those who steal life, labor and liberty. Thank you.
When I realized comedy can be described as the things I say and do as well as the things I don’t say and do, I knew it was for me. I was seeing and hearing all kinds of shit that couldn’t be happening in the dreams and the nightmare we call society. I believe they call that crazy. You don’t need any proof. Someone just has to appear to have more potential at succeeding than you and you can make shit up about them. Better than that, you can plot to make them what you say they are. There’s always a ridicule am yet to encounter and the punches just keep coming. It is no miracle I survived. I am now more than qualified to tell comedically twisted true tales as a part of the jazz music festival, half time music. half time comedy. it is hilarious. In fact it is now a comedic-jazz music festival. Your receipts for music by ril and the free books for life cause mean the world to me. Help achieve justice.
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