I was recalling my earliest memories and stumbled upon something. The first clear memory I have coincides with the first time I had to make the choice. It includes me and my mother, and we went to quante single story building. Inside I was greated like I belonged there even though I knew not where I was. The only validating feature of the situation was my mother. A very nice lady seats me and my mother at a table and continues to instruct us on how to draw a parrot. We drew a pretty spectacular parrot and then my mother got up to go to the bathroom. I continued to work on the parrot, and then wondered where my mother could be. She didn’t come back. As you might have guessed, this was my intoduction to the institution of education.
I had a choice. I could have ripped up the parrot and stormed out of the door, but I decided to transfer my trust from my mother to the replacement with only a small internal struggle. It’s the day I conformed.

How does one change culture?
How does one differentiate between conclusions from personal experience and conclusions taught by culture?
If one spots a problem within our cultures way of doing things, how do you improve it without being outcast?
I suppose I could write a book or more simply, I could write a post on a blog. I could set up on a street corner and preach. I can even buy a newspaper or TV ad to promote my idea, but somehow I don’t think I would get the desird effect.
History shows us that any major change in culture comes about atleast 10-20 years after the idea was originally discovered. Cival liberties for example, or Einstein’s theory of relativity. How does one change the fundamental principles of culture to be more adaptable. How does one do for culture what Wikipedia did for Encarta?
It seems reasonable that for any system, that if a problem is cited, there should be a procedure to eliminate said problem, yet culture has no such procedure.
Leave a comment if you have any thoughts on how to make human culture more adaptable, so that we can avoid errors that we repeat time and time again.

i walk in the shower of love in the summer time, in the winter i walk in water puddles. In the slush too, but sometimes i get into bigger things. like meditation, and my inner voice tells me to write, then the alarm rings.

A new study has found that frequent pot use may in fact promote brain cell growth in the hippocampus. This should be great news for all potheads who have assumed they’ve been hurting their brains all these years, they’re actually getting smarter. How long is the government going to keep this natural smart drug illegal? Goddamn fascists. I’d get up and do something about it if I wasn’t so stoned.

I draw my power from the moon
The full moon illuminates me
I draw my energy from the moon
The full moon protects me

I am beheld in the light of the moon
The full moon is my sigil
I am translucent in the light of the moon
The full moon is my guard

I charge my sigils in the moon
moon moon moon moon moon moon
The sigils are in the moon
I charge my sigils in the moon
moon moon moon moon moon moon
The moon is in the air
I charge my sigils in the moon
moon moon moon moon moon moon
The air is in my lungs

There are eight points on the moon
I charge my sigils in the moon
There are eight sides on the moon