Choo Choo

The thought train has been in full motion the past few days. But before I get into it I want to make an announcement. I will be starting another blog that will be just a 'link dump' for everything that I thought was cool throughout the week. Right now I have 11 links for today's inaugural post. Anyways, hear come the thoughts so prepare for the italics.
The thing that has had me spinning in circles the past few days is something that I been attempting to follow for a long time. Partly because it felt right and partly because somewhere I knew it was something that was very in line with my personal beliefs. I honestly hate very few things. One thing I do hate though is when people use infinites to describe something temporary. One being it is always false. [I love making fun of myself.] Seriously though. I understand that we have to make assumptions to survive in the world. So we decide that things will be constant and live that way. Examples: What goes up must come down, throwing a ball makes it will move in the direction I throw it, and the like. Still you can't say that even the laws of physics will always be the same. Maybe when you throw the ball a huge gust of wind or a bird causes it to go the opposite direction or your location (in outer space) causes you to not come back down. [I know that isn't bending physics but wait for me to get there...] Or it could just be a misunderstanding of the human race to this point. We thought for a very long time that the atom was the smallest particle, annnnd then the electron, annnnd then the hadron, annnd now the quark. Shoot there could even be something smaller now that I just haven't read about yet. Even more so, once you open to the possibilities of quantum physics everything is fair game. Who am I to say, "throwing a ball this way always causes it to go that way."? Technically there could be a another universe which is in quantum parallel with ours that has completely different laws of physics. Including what properties make up life. Maybe I couldn't exist in that universe but if I could, I'd build a ball, and throw it.
All that to make the point that infinites cannot be correct when talking about things in our world. There are too many variables. Especially when you add the infinitely complex variable of people. So when someone says, "this person always did this and could never change, and the police did nothing" I cringe. That is pretty much one of the most incorrect statements I have heard in a very long time. I am sure the police did something because the newscaster wouldn't have heard of it if they haven't. I even believe they showed a police report. I am sure that the person didn't always do that because they were in a crib crapping themselves 24 years ago. Also, everyone can change. So the newscaster is most likely either an idiot or is an extremist trying to polarize people with infinites.
So much more to say but I went to a meeting and completely lost my thoughts. Never let your day determine your mood. Be above and outside of that.

Half of everything...

It has been half a month since I have been able to write. It has been half a month of worrying. It has been half a month of fun. The last 15 days has really opened my eyes... again. I had a great conversation with my friend Andy which reminds me why we are such great friends. Talking with someone else that can abstract from the world and think about things, makes the world easier to deal with. Don't get me wrong, I have conceded to the fact that I can never know enough or all of it. So the majority of the time I just ride the thought train and enjoy my unpredictable time in this star field of variables.
Then the world throws something that always snaps me back to having to 'deal' with it again. Money is an easy one that it can throw at a moments notice. Some people see it as an enabling incarnation of hard work. Most of them have not ever seen it keep you from eating or surviving. If food, water, shelter were provided to everyone in the world then sure; money would be enabling. Only used on expanding ones lot, frivolous things, things you believe in, in social situations, or anything else that is not necessary to life. Oh what a life.
To go off on a tangent, one of the largest crimes of technology is me not hearing my friend's voice for over a month while talking to them nearly four times a week.

Good Morning

Today the house was empty. Waking up in bed and hearing nothing but the soft constant hush of cars passing by on the highway was enough for me to decide that is was worth getting up. Pushing the fact that the day will not stay at a temperate 70º allows me to get dressed without cursing society for forcing me to wear pants. It is not as if I am living in ignorance, but it is nice to have moments of no forethought. Limiting sight to no further than the second you are in is incredible and makes you question everything. I did not get out of bed this morning because I had to come to work... (I am one hour early) but because it was beautiful. The feeling of being tired did not even start to approach me until 1am. Still, I felt completely rested at 7:15am and nearly woke up before the alarm went off. Walking towards the shower, with the lights streaming between the blinds as it fights to break through and gain my attention, I realize that my actions this morning have brought me to a place where I have enough time to think. Instead of rushing, attempting to get somewhere on time, I sit in the shower and remember. Great times, goos times, bad times, and why I am who I am.
This is a new approach. Perhaps the 'best way' isn't to always be out of the moment with sights so far ahead that you know how you will react then, so you should act it now. Maybe instead it is to transform yourself so that your reaction changes to what it will have been after long times of thought and live in the moment.
Jealousy has been a strong emotion in the recorded history of man. From killing one man to launching a thousand ships. Or just jealosy for the 'gods' of Rome or Greece. Well the 'gods' are jealous of us. Our lives here are so beautiful, more so than those of the old 'gods', because it is not infinite. Every moment is more precious because it is fleeting. This moment now is more important than any other before in my life because it could be my last. The 'gods' sit and (supposedly) enjoy the best of the best but after doing everything, one starts to become like an addict or a philosopher, seeking something more.
Enjoy your moments because especially with how hot it is going to get today, this moment could be your most beautiful. (Wow, that sounded morbid. So, I can not end on it.) Enjoy the sights and sounds of the temporary world around you because it is ever changing and one of a kind. (Much better.)

Missing out?

With an average blinking time of 500ms and an average interval of 4 seconds, I have my eyes closed for two hours a day. A few years ago I came up to a red light that had this flashes strobe light at the top to grab the driver's attention. After sitting at the light for a while the passenger said, "I really don't like that." Confused I asked what they were talking about. Then they pointed out the flashing strobe. So, I looked directly at it intently and it flashed. I jumped a little bit and saw spots for a few seconds. How could I have had driven up and then sat there for 5 seconds without noticing? What happened was that I was blinking at the exact interval that the strobe was flashing. So I didn't even notice the world around me getting brighter.

How much do you think you miss a day by blinking? How much do you miss a day by not being mindful and paying attention? Keep your eyes open.

More than Seven

It has been more than seven days since my last post. So I decided that it would be good for me and my few readers to post once again. Too much has happened since then to really go over everything. "Something can never be explained to the level at which it was experienced." That is my quote that I have come up with for today. I'd like to share everything with everyone by telling them all about it but I can't. There is too much happening every second for me to explain. That is why some people have a gift in the art of storytelling. They know what to cut out and what to leave in to keep the detail needed but also be slim enough to be able to deliver it in perfect comedic timing. (I think a guy in a movie once said, "Life is about what makes a joke funny, timing. There is more to life than that: love, respect, etc. But it is still a good thought.)
This past week or so has more than perfect though. (hence the blog name) Braves games, expanding friendships, talking with old great friends, completing works, bettering myself. This is what life is about and I hope that it continues. Also that I continue to recognize it.

[This is me really wishing I had been taking more pictures and attempting to restart.]