Over the years I’ve come to realize something, I’m better than every other person I’ve ever met. I’m smarter than them, more attractive than them, wittier than them, and just generally better in every way. Sure there might be some lucky soul out there who’s better than me, but I seriously doubt it. I mean, I’m Anthrax Tao. It doesn’t get any sweeter than that. No offense intended to the rest of you, I’m just stating a fact. So read my shit cuz its the most interesting, definitely more interesting than the crappy shit the rest of these whiney losers keep crapping of out their fingers and onto your eyeballs. Save your brain from word-shit, read me and you’ll never go wrong; try to be like me and you’ll become a better person. These are valuable life lessons.

Anthrax out!

All of existence is non-simultaneously apprehended interacting processing.

All of existence is infinite regression.

All of existence is.

Infinity.

Therefore…
All of non-existence is not? Or is it?

My girlfriend’s cat has been living in my trailer for a while now, and I have never felt such love towards an animal. First of all, she is a beautiful little grey long haired kitty with no teeth and the sharpest claws in the world. She’s tough as nails and would sooner scratch your eyes out than show any affection, except in my case.

For some reason, this crazy animal, which has spent most of it’s life living outdoors, has really taken a liking to me. She’s playful and affectionate towards me all the time, which is especially nice since for some reason I’m not at all allergic to her, even though I am to most cats.

It’s a nice thing to know that when everybody hates you, there are still some beings out there that love you no matter what. Kitty is a good reminder of that. All you need to do sometimes is scratch someone behind the ears and say something nice, and watch how they react. I’ve noticed a great similarity lately between talking to and touching people and animals and watering plants. They all react exactly the same way to love.

Is it possible to talk about another person without talking about yourself?

I can imagine others’ feelings at times. I can imagine why they act the way they do. I can make judgements on people’s characters, and I can imagine that I know how they can right themselves. But I cannot enter their body and soul and actually know what’s behind the action that I see from my own perspective. In and instant, I make assumptions about the causality of others’ actions that in reality trace back to the moment they were born.
All I know is myself. It’s all I’ve ever known. In fact, it’s all I’ve ever had access to. I can make educated gusses on the causality of things in other people’s lives, but it’s always going to be short sighted. I’m not a business man, so if I see a guy in business lose money on an investment, can I really make any judegment at all on him as a business man? If I judge him and say that he’s a bad business man, aren’t I really saying that if I were in the same position and makes the same mistake that I would judge myself as a bad business man? That same failure can end up making him all the better, or he could have falied on purpose for all I know.
Talking with certain about anyone but myself is certainly the same as talking about myself. It’s unavoidable.
When I say that the world would be a better place if everyone smiled more, exercized more, had an artistic outlet, and led a spiritual lifestlye, I’m really just saying what would make me happier. Judgeing others is only a way to avoid listening and reacting to myself, the only thing I can ever be sure of.

It is a generally accepted fact time seems to get faster as one gets older, perhaps the explanation for this lies in the theory of relativity. According to relativity, nothing is absolute and all judgments of measurement (length etc.) are based upon comparisons (an inch is shorter than a foot, but what’s an inch by itself?). One’s life is all the time one knows and thus is the only basis of comparison for making a judgment on the length of time. So when you’re 1, a month is 8% of your entire life, and hence seems to be a very long period of time. But when you’re 20 a month is only .4% of your life and thus seems much shorter than it did when you were young. This would account for why time seems to get faster as you get older, each individual moment seems less compared to how long you’ve lived.

When you die and your life is complete, you have only lived a lifetime. You have nothing to compare it to so it is simply a lifetime in length. A child who dies, a teenager, an adult, they all lived a lifetime. To each individual the length of existence seems the same, because it is all the time that they’ll ever know. It is total and complete. It is a lifetime.