So how can u judge a person, first impressions are not good , appearances can be decieving, people wear masks beneath masks , are sweet talkers ( for example the Mafia never utters a threat, always reasons) they turn out to be different after knowing them for years ( real thought so Happy people committed suicide) plus people change too but...
- Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans.
Lynn Hall, Where Have All the Tigers Gone?, 1989
Life is complex isn't it . I'm sure it is , although been through it for only 22 years but it is slowly revealing itself to me . The more i see it the more dull and complex it seems and sometimes when i'm even more drunk i ponder over the question " What is the reason of life " Is it to procreate and give more offsprings , or according to relegious scriptures to attain nirvana or to do good for fellow beings or use our chance to be with The One. According to socologists do work for betterment of mankind and leave a better place for the next generation or something like it . But i ask why , if you are gone none of it will matter to you , i don't believe in afterlife or salvation or anything , when you are dead you are gone you are Worm food or ashes . Why should be peers or next generation or anything. Why are we on this planet and making all its natural resources into unusable resources , makin it all a one way change . I don't know , maybe you can tell me . Or can you ....
We go on living , maybe in too much pace to stop and think is it worth it but thats a question for a different day
I am the people--the mob--the crowd--the mass.
Do you know that all the great work of the world is done through me?
I am the workingman, the inventor, the maker of the world's food and
I am the audience that witnesses history. The Napoleons come from me
and the Lincolns. They die. And then I send forth more Napoleons
I am the seed ground. I am a prairie that will stand for much plowing.
Terrible storms pass over me. I forget. The best of me is sucked out
and wasted. I forget. Everything but Death comes to me and makes
me work and give up what I have. And I forget.
Sometimes I growl, shake myself and spatter a few red drops for history
to remember. Then--I forget.
When I, the People, learn to remember, when I, the People, use the
lessons of yesterday and no longer forget who robbed me last year,
who played me for a fool--then there will be no speaker in all the
world say the name: "The People," with any fleck of a sneer in his
voice or any far-off smile of derision.
The mob--the crowd--the mass--will arrive then.
Will we arrive then or ever i cannot say that but i would sure like to see that , not that it contributes much to my answer
but i think maybe thats a life well spent making it happen .
My thoughts are not coherent (but atlaest spontaneous and natural)
so i'll keep blabbering
But at this point i'm thinking what a load of crap have i have been saying....
But its ok i'm drunk (i'm excused) ;-)