An age old lesson

There are infinite worlds within your imagination - and in each of them everything is true.

There are worlds where you are sovereign, where none can defeat you, where every weapon is your own.

It is in these worlds where you are safe, where none suffer, where you are at ease.

These worlds call to us, through their characters, which appear as bunnies, magicians, and audiences alike.

It is these characters, that call to us, that speak louder than our own minds and that will shout through a thousand soundproof walls to let us know they're there.

And for the thousands of battles, skirmishes and melees. They have thousands of salves, bacta, and potions. Thousands of shields, walls, and moats. Thousands of knives, ICBMs, and singularity cannons.

And we will win. How could we not. With every troop to our disposal, every ability at our command, and every weapon in our arsenal. Victory is ours alone...

These victories are real. These battles, are real. These worlds, are real.

As real as the mind that conjured them.

So when we look inwards and feel that the fight has left us. That we cannot sally on. That defeat is imminent.

Remember.

In there. Where we are sovereign. Where we are the Creator. Where there is no greater power than ourselves.

We find all the weapons, all the defences, all the support - we will ever need.

"Daeldala betrayed us - to ourselves."

Live Below the Line

I know change is generational, and that the collective memories of a population inspire apathy towards the future beyond their lifetime. But to me this is all there is. An all consuming desire for a future free from intolerance, injustice, greed and callousness.

I will be the change, part of a new generation of individuals who will go forth with a purpose beyond our years. I will make a statement of our intent through actions, not words. Like the african proverb, "each one, teach one", for the greatness of the human spirit is not in the individual but in the love we have for our fellow beings.

There is nothing I can type here, or say to you over the internet or in person that will convince you of my resolve. So it will be by my actions, in the public sphere, that will prove to you my purpose.

I am but a steward, and my reign is short, but I am here to ensure that the future of this domain is secure.

Right now there are 1.4 billion people living in fatal conditions, in a spiral of poverty, in a state of extreme poverty. If one of this number were part of the Australian population they would have $2 in their pocket at the beginning of each day. This constitutes the greatest challenge of extreme poverty - having to choose where to spend your $2 - often in a climate of food shortages, political unrest, racial and gender vilification, and economic oppression.

I paint a grim picture - but with your help we can erase this from the yet to be written future.

www.globalpovertyproject.com
www.theoaktree.org
www.livebelowtheline.com.au

summary

in pure contravention of the natural order, in utter defiance of the prison of existance. there is no reason, there never has, but for our own reasons without reason. of evolution and of trial and error, of emergeant behaviour, chaos, entropy, existance.

ill get round to the individual lessons soon!

memories of trauma are not processed the same as regular memories but remain imprinted onto your nervous system and can manifest themselves in motions, emotions or sensations, ticks, spasms, traits, phobias etc.

Lesson 1

I've decided to run these lessons chronologically. As nobody skips lessons.

1=1

I remember the week I thought this up, of course since then science has come to the rescue. But this marks the beginning of my questioning of it all, and concurrently why I've had to remake myself.

To my close friends and intellectuals I describe the lesson through the following hypothetical: (i'll go through the scientific answer later)

Imagin for a moment that you are holding a brick. A big, red brick. A rather clean and unbroken brick. But a brick intended for a house indeed.

Now cut that brick, Dear Reader, with nothing but the sharpness of your mind. Leaving a clear divide between what you now hold. A brick in two halves.

It is at this juncture that I ask you, Dear Reader, to wonder as to what you now hold. The brick in two halves, or two half-bricks?

This question seems irrelevant; a brick divided in two is surely two pieces of a once whole brick, but we miss the point that the brick is still there, the sharpness of our minds hasn't left a crumb behind, so all of 1 brick is in front of us, despite it's depart from wholeness.

What I want you to be thinking of, Dear Reader, is whether you can still consider it a brick after you have cut it not only once, but many times. So again, say, we have a brick in many parts.

But see now - we - with our sharpness of mind, can cut this brick many many more times. Infinitely so. But yet a brick we still have, no?

What I am trying to show you is the fallibility of a construct, that a brick is more than an object. A brick is it's conception, it's application, it's fate and final purpose. A brick is a humble title for a simple object but who's purpose is greater than it's mass.

What I ask of you Dear Reader is to wonder at the bricks past and future. And wonder at it's purpose.

As a brick is made of clay, when did the clay know of it's purpose, let alone it's title it would take up?

Just as Adam before us was bust of dust and clay, as our hypothetical brick, he had no idea of his purpose, make, design, or fate.

I draw this biblical reference for sheer writers joy in the comparison between a man, of all his faculties, being made of the same components as a brick.

For if we do not rank merit for the past, present and future of a brick that we can destroy, then the brick is no more a brick as only part of a house broken into many parts.

For I ask you too, to think of yourself as both divisible and indivisible, while holding the same values and virtues.

So, my dear Reader, you are still reading?

You are a person, and a whole entity, not a torso and a set of legs. Shapely though they may be. But as a brick is to a house, you too are to the world.

http://one-equals-1.blogspot.com/

So yeah, blogging is all cool. My memory sux as a general rule of thumb. So i'm going to start blogging on my lessons, and a little explanation of each. Now also note that I have made an overrule that nobody skips lessons. That said, please be sure to read this blog from the start and to make sure you know who I am. I would hate to think you Read this and Die.

Are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin.

hurdles

Potential is proof enough.
Is proof good enough?
Not for the world.

Can two states of mind coexist in one head?
Peace will be fickle.

There is only my will.
And so I will preside over this unlikely union.

I now pronounce you robot wishing to experience perihelion and homosapiensapien.