Easier than one could possibly bear

There are moments in which everything is collapse. All around. All you can do is put the pieces together, tidy your room. If you just were feeling like. If not, just look around the landscape. Take some shot, and trow them into the mess. And probably all is fine, but your thoughts just can't travel there. But it seems, nowhere else. They just flow hidden and without structure. Life is easy, easy, easy. Easier than one could possibly bear. Sometimes, not pleasant ones.

Milky milky

Look up at the sky for your livelihood and you'll be enslaved, man, no doubts. You see, there's no difference in what me or a Yanomano or a Borana or G. W. Bush do for living, there's just not. We're just milking different cows.
There's a degree instead, to which people is free, and G. W. Bush is not. The upper you go, the less you'll be man, the more you'll be cow.
You need the herd and the herd needs you. You move the herd and you follow it, to graze, and graze, and graze. Prophets and shepards would avoid everything but grazing. Therefore my prophet wont be a shepard.
He would say:"hey man, stop milking your society and complain you're getting milked back. What's the point? My father then, can't be bother to create another planet for you to graze, can't you see?"
And the man would say:"I'm sorry, Saviour, but what else can I do?".
And the Saviour would laugh and say:"And you call yourself a man? brother, you have become a cow and dull shepard at the same time, my father is quite ashamed actually. I see now he is right. What can you do?"
And the man:"?"
And the Saviour:"Well don't ask me for my father sake! What did we gave you the brain for? And the heart and feelings and imagination and all the rest? Fucking live, jesus, you're so dull... let yourself live man, you'll see it will come. Look around, listen, feel, answers are all around you. That's what you should do to change: live, because what you're doing is not quite it."
And upset, he would go away.
At this point the man would think:"Holy Mary that's a son of a bitch!"
But Holy Mary and the Saviour know that anger is a good start for life changing. Plus, they're plenty of problems too.

And by the way it's freezing here, fucking north

If the world was turning the other way round, I'll probably be the oposite of what I am. I guess I am one of those.

By the way, if you've never listened to sizzla you should; you know, the album black woman and child is somehow.... sweet and warm. Which is a nice combination, I think, remember and dream.

You must, I guess

I guess you must to be up to the greatest things you can.

Our Ecosystem(S)

Well yes, it is a bit more complex than savanna and that's it. A multi-environmental evoulution would explain the complexity of our deep memories. It makes sense to me. You experience so many contrasting differences in yourself, as the title of the blog says, existence is a battle between contresting logoi, all characterized by equal intensity and truth. If we assume that the pool of behavioural tendencies have evolved to cope with different conditions through our history, hence the capacity of controlling them, elaborate them in something new to cope with new conditions sounds as a good definition of what we do in life. To me at least.

I enjoied reding this: Potts R.(1998)Environmental hypotheses of Hominin evolution. Yarbook of Physical Anthropology 41:93-136

Provided you have acces you can download it from here:

http://www3.interscience.wiley.com/cgi-bin/jissue/20000095

If you don't have access just give a shout, I'll see what I can do for you.

Mountains and identity

There's plenty of mountains, asking to be identified. Once you have done that, they'll even talk to you, in your solitude. And you'll say they wrote those tables of stone. You'll even forget then, if it was you forging the chains. Others wont, others will never.

Spirits and identity

There's plenty of spirits, calling for your identity; some of which are decomposers.

Just remember that the paml will be broken by life, and never walks fast enough. Ethernity, I guess is brotherhood. But there's no wisdom outside the remembering of lust. Let the sun make what it does; and you'll shine of everything.