Coming to the end of the game the master of Go sits silently. His opponent sits across form him waiting for the masters next move. The challenger is upright, his body positioned in anticipation of the placement of the next stone. His face is taught and stoic contrasting the old master’s face which has begun to show its age. They both stare at the board, locked in a battle within their own minds rarely expressed with each move loaded with the weight of the lengthy consideration that has come before. It has been 2 hours since the challenger last moved yet he has remained still; concentrated on the board as the master considers his next move. It has reached a critical point in the game, one mistake would undoubtedly lose the game for either party. The master’s shoulders slouch, he appears to be sinking into the ground, consumed by his move, the game and his old age. The master now appears to sink a little lower and would to an unknowing observer appear to have fallen asleep. Then suddenly the master lets out grunt and begins to shift. As sound fills the room it seems to fill the master as well, his shoulders come back and his back straightens and he reaches a papery hand toward his bowl of circular white stones. The master chooses one and holds it between the top of his pointer and middle finger as he has done since he first learned as a child. The stone arcs towards the board, the master’s move coming to fruition. TACK. The stone cracks on the board and echoes violently. The challenger’s eyes do not blink as the sound passes by his face but become more intense trying to look through the thin hand to the move below. The sound is startling being produced by so old a hand but as the papery hand is removed the true strength of the master is revealed.

Truck!

Truck!

Truuuuuccck.

Cruel, funny man. Why are you making your son so strange?

The man points at the spoon and smiles.

Son smiles back delighted with the strange smiling man and his funny sounds.

How to stand up to the issues that plague humanity and return to basics?
It is possible? Has there ever been a humanity without issues? Has there ever even been one human without issues? Why do expect things to get better? How come we try and avoid the apocalypse? It’s always been coming, always been just around the corner, and always been the end of human suffering (or just the beginning depending on how you see things).
Why do I stop myself from living a hedonistic lifestyle? Why don’t I rape any pretty little thing that comes my way? Why don’t I shit on my friends and family, and steal from the poor? I mean why not? None of that shit will matter in a just a little while anyway.
Do I try and life a morally upstanding and ‘good’ life so that I can condescend over the masses? Is it because I like to feel better than everybody else around me? Maybe, maybe not. I get satisfaction out of being good…sometimes. But you know all that shit about nice guys finish last, and no good dead goes unpunished, so why put up with it all? Maybe in order to truely live good, we have to be bad, abandon morals, do drugs and steal from women and children. I mean morality hasn’t gotten us anywhere yet, so why not try a different approach?
Who wins in a fight between God and the Devil? Neither have won yet, so I’m not going to stake my life on either one until it’s conclusively decided. I’m going to win by playing God and the Devil against eachother, once they’re busy fighting eachother I can come in and seize power. Then I’ll relinquish the power when it feels right to save my soul.
I’m sure everyone remembers Bart Simpson who made us all realize that we can all get into heaven even after a life of sin as long as we redeem ourselves before we die. Maybe, maybe not.

There exist two opposing states: existence, in all of its unlimited possibility; and nothingness. All of existence comes from the nothingness.

In our struggle to come to terms with our own existence and that which exists in context, we can easily see our observations, emotions and the day to day occurrences themselves as having some greater meaning, fitting into some pre-existing patchwork explaining everything. Many people find this meaning in religious teachings, and many other people piece together a meaning of their own from an ever expanding and increasingly easy to access collection of human knowledge (the internet, books, etc).

What makes us Human and different from other animals is the written and spoken language, which allows us to communicate to each other, among other things, these far reaching and personally significant meanings in and of life. Part of that requires these meanings and statements of value, retellings of experience or emotions to take on greater significance and weight, thus having the effect of making the words themselves more real than the existence or experience itself. This is the point at which people’s words effect each other very easily, when language used triggers memories and seeming relevencies that allow the listener or reader to feel a shared sense of whatever is being described. What many people do not keep in mind is that the words used are not the experience, nor are they the existence.

When we observe the “outside world”, we look for what we can recognize or make sense of. By contrast, what we cannot recognize or make sense of can hardly be observed at all in that we do not possess he experiences that would allow for the recognition of significance to occur. Thus, when new things happen (as they do every day), it is decidedly easier to attribute them to an imagined pattern or see them as part of a series of events. This is not incorrect, it is a part of what makes us and allows us to be human. But the recognition of the pattern is an act of creation out of nothingness, just like the use of language to describe meaning.

This can be likened to the drawing of complex patterns or geometric structures on graph paper. What exists is the graph paper, and on it we impose patterns that we “see”. By “seeing” the pattern, and especially by drawing it, we are participating in the act of creation by pulling something out of the nothingness. Infinite possibilities of patterns or non-patterns can be imposed upon a sheet of graph paper, but ultimately what exists is the grid and the imagination that sees designs in the grid, connecting the dots and lines as a mirror like expression of itself.

along the tip tip top
ran into a wall, confused
climb over the wall
Ha
consider the light; make it brighter
be surprised by the lights attractions
hold confidence and give compliments
consider the energy; make it warmer
be surprised by the sewed together fractions
bestow compliments and get compliments
dream of a trip
wake up and trip
consider the negative space; make it darker
be surprised by forgiving the forgets
You are alive every day.