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Saturday, June 06, 2009

Adventures in the Far East

My latest travels took me on a road trip from MT to the East Coast where my friends and I saw many sites we had only heard about on tv. It was a good American experience. Here's some pics of some of the sites we stopped at:














 
 
Yale University, CT




















 
 
 
Cape Cod, MA














 
 
Times Square, NYC




















 
 
 
Statue of Liberty, NYC














 
 
Mackinac Bridge, MI


Monday, April 27, 2009

(Concerning this montage they call Life…)

My mind is not here, God forbid my mind be here, finding comfort in this comfort.

“From everyone who has been given much, much will be required; and to whom they entrusted much, of him they will ask all the more.” -- Bible (Luke 12:48)

Thoughts calling from the past…lying awake at night to the dreams of a child in the theater of my mind. Where did he go? Who is the real thief anyway? Who would steal something so precious and where did I put it? I never asked for this. Peter Pan could fly. I can barely lift my eyes sometimes.

. . .There's so many people hurting. So many people troubled, so many people longing for something even remotely close to true love. And when I see this, my heart sinks; hope seems so distant. When I look up to heaven, words won't come. What can be spoken that hasn't already been heard?. . .

Come down, heaven.
Won't you come down? (As Cities Burn)

This world is backwards and it never quits spinning. Walking, running, flying…will I ever get somewhere?

Take me back to where I was
Before I was born
sweet and dreamless sleep
It sounds like heaven to me (As Cities Burn)

. . .But I can see lights. Lights spread among the walking corpses that constantly surround me. They are a little glimmer of hope that still burns. And all I can hope for and beg for is that this life that I possess would also be one of those lights, staying lit for those around me.

I’m so weak. I can do nothing. The constant motion of time, weathering hope, stealing a little more day to day. All that remains is a dream of a child. But may it forever outlive the child.

Here’s your hope tonight, my love
Please hold it again
Tomorrow I’ll find it again for you

That night I went to bed with a smile on my face. That night takes my hand and leads me on.

What if a heart is more important than a face? What if a vow means more than a ring? What if the rich aren’t the ones who are truly blessed, but rather those who are poor in spirit? What if those who have plenty are not the ones who are truly satisfied, but rather those who hunger and thirst for justice? What if the ambitious aren’t the ones who are truly strong, but rather those who are merciful and humble? What if forgetting about a reputation in order to look at someone with whom others go out of their way to avoid eye contact is important? What if loving one’s neighbor is important?

It’s all backwards.

...May this love be the beginning quiver of a leaf before the rushing of the whirlwind. May this love bring color to the grayness of this world. May this love go where words can't go and eyes can't follow. May this love break through unending facades. Let this love speak. This love…I want this love…


Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Withered Words

Is this safe in your hands?
Will it outlive your flame?
Cuz it was so beautiful when I looked down
Just a second ago
I held it with care
Like a child’s first dream
And though the filth of my hands
Taint it ever so soft
It still remained as a torch
In a world of ash
A hope in small hands
The one gem not lost
It was beautiful
My God, it was still beautiful

And here I sit in silence
After the wind’s taunting dance
Surrounded by withered words, my stale thoughts
Where does darkness sleep?

I heard the oceans have walls
And the stars a stage
And young ravens are fed
As are the clouds before rain
Rivers freeze, mountains break
Lightning roars
I don’t know how I was made

May I sleep on your grave tonight?
Rest my head under your name?
Awake to my bones breaking and beg once again
May I sleep on your grave tonight?
Rest my head frail in its place
And the morning comes
Silent, I stare into your face


Sunday, November 02, 2008

Plutonium

I'm glad Pluto's not a planet anymore. I always hated it. I don't think atomic bombs are good for the environment. So, in my opinion, it was a good decision to blow it up...or whatever they did with it...

Uhm...

Here's a picture.



Monday, July 21, 2008

A World Spinning Backwards

Stephen Wiltshire. Sometimes referred to as “The Human Camera.” He’s an autistic savant, which means that he’s an autistic who has been gifted with some incredible abilities. Try this YouTube link to learn more about him: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a8YXZTlwTAU. When my neuroscience professor saw this video, he said that he gave up on ever having a complete understanding on how the brain really works—it’s too ridiculous. To think that a brain can be capable of this phenomenon is fascinating and leads to countless questions concerning the neural mechanisms of visual attention and memory. Provided we have two working eyes, optic nerves, and optic tracts, everything in our field of vision enters our primary visual cortex, right? So, what discerns the “level of salience” of objects that we see? What discerns which objects are lost in the background?

Most cameras nowadays have an Invert Colors mode. It’s fun to use if you’re bored with normal pictures. What if there was an Invert Salience mode? All the things that don’t get noticed suddenly become the focus of one’s attention. All the things that weren’t important are actually what’s truly important.

What if the world is backwards?

In the world we live in, the smart are seen as useful, the rich are seen as blessed, the successful are seen as immovable, the good-looking are seen as beautiful. Material weighs one’s success, ambition weighs one’s value, a smile weighs one’s hope, a mirror weighs one’s image. The list could go on.

There’s that thing Jesus said about a poor widow once [1]. Nobody noticed her putting two small coins into the Temple’s collection box. How are the two coins going to help anybody? Her contribution didn’t matter—kinda like voting for President if you’re from North Dakota. But Jesus noticed her and told his disciples that she had given more than everyone else. Visual attention is a funny thing.

Something about the attitude of the woman’s heart mattered. She was poor. She didn’t have money to give, but she gave anyway. Others gave because they had money to give. When we, as a world, focus on this situation, we see the coins. We see what the coins are used for. We try to justify seeing the coins by also looking at the results of the coins. But it’s a rare thing in this world to look at the attitude of one’s heart. Maybe it’s because we can’t physically see it. But what if the things we don’t see are the things that truly are important?

What if the rich aren’t the ones who are truly blessed, but rather those who are poor in spirit? What if those who have plenty are not the ones who are truly satisfied, but rather those who hunger and thirst for righteousness? What if the ambitious aren’t the ones who are truly strong, but rather those who are merciful and humble? [2] What if prayers never answered but still prayed are actually important? What if forgetting about a reputation in order to look at someone with whom others go out of their way to avoid eye contact is important? What if loving one’s neighbor is important?

It’s all backwards. But when it’s all backwards, individuals have value—and it’s a value that doesn’t stem from other individuals’ words. And that’s a refreshing thought in today’s world.

More than anything else, Jesus talked about a Kingdom. Turns out, it wasn’t visible like everyone at the time thought it would be.

[1] http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=luke%2021:1-3;&version=51
[2] http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=matthew%205:1-12;&version=31



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