We as humans play games.

When we are bored we create these pockets of purpose in our lives to use our minds with.

What do games say about humans?

Are the games we play just meaningless time fillers or do they say something more about the human condition.

Games require us to think about something within a confined space. We assign rules to certain interactions so that they can have forced consequences. Sometimes the consequences are not what we thought they would be.

In games we find these unanswered questions.

We play.

With each new game we discover something new, about the game, about ourselves as players.

What would happen if….

Becomes the question and we have the ability to play out possibilities to run our thought process to a conclusion and then once the sum of all the thought that has gone into a game is completed the game is destroyed. You pick up the pieces and you play again. You have to get better somehow.

A friend of mine once misheard someone say to me “so then the joke’s on you” as part of a now forgotten conversation. My friend, stoned out of his mind, seemed to think that this statement somehow meant that I had a “joke” on my physical person or in my possession.

He continued to argue that the expression “do you have a joke on you?” would be understood by most people and that it would actually be a good expression to use in daily life. The friend and I who were having the original conversation could not let this abomination of an expression go unchallenged. Without going into specifics about how this expression could ever be used in actual conversation we went to work explaining to him that a “joke” while a common concept can never in any circumstance be possessed physically by any person, place or thing.

We explained that while yes someone could have a piece of paper that had a joke written on it, that piece of paper is not a joke without someone to read it. Therefore there is no possible way for someone to actually have a joke “on” them at least in the sense where we are talking about a singular joke (instead of perhaps “the” joke as is said in the common expression that started this whole fiasco).

People often times have trouble distinguishing a concept from a physical reality. Most people will tell you that a piece of paper with a joke written on it is a joke, when in fact it is nothing but a piece of paper until someone observes it and interprets it as a joke. Its odd that we treat the physical and the conceptual so similarly when logically they are so different. Each presents itself as equally real in our minds so our minds treat it that way, it is only once we step back and realize that our mind is creating everything, even our notion of “reality,” that we can truly get a glimpse at what is going on.

I think that maybe this blog is too existential, too pretentious. We need to be more down to Earth…so here goes nothing: does anybody out there like baseball?

Well I don’t like baseball, I like philosophy and I like drugs and I like pussy. So if you don’t like our pretension get the fuck out!

and if you can’t see, you are truly blind

The beginning is near.
Run for the valleys for there is no time to repent
There is only time to applaud

For the Play has not yet begun
We must praise the actors for their stunning
consideration of the script, despite
the fact they will not preform it

A Baptizing wind of of un-religion
will flow through wiping the smiles from the weeping
and placing them on a precipice full of unthinking statues
Creating a blasphemous Easter Island chimera of Teeth and Noses.
A dedication to the last living souls foolish enough to pray to them both.

The beginning is coming
A trick of words that will make you trip into a run
stumbling over and over again till you finally trip again
Falling straight into a sunday morning saunter
because you were running downhill the whole time
And only smooth valley slopes offer such forgiveness.

It’s not mystical
It’s just statistical