Freedom

I make the path, I break the dam,

I race and flow across the land

The sky and sea call out to me

I crack the glass and spill the sand.

I thrust the flag into the earth

With fate and purpose in my hand.

I shall not seek refuge and hide

Behind the veil of doubt and fear.

I shall not feed my empty pride

Let it starve and disappear

I shall not crawl, I shall not whine

I shall not find excuses here.

I pierce the clouds and ride the wind!

I smell the freedom flame ignite

I see it all, I see it now!

I hear the symphony tonight

I taste the wonder pure and deep

And I surrender to the light.

The Collector

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Timeline_of_historic_inventions

http://listverse.com/2009/11/16/10-great-achievements-of-the-human-mind/

He was a curious person, in more than one sense of the adjective. He was old, his hair was grey, but his brow wasn't withered in wrinkles and his eyes were a startling blue that speared through every translucence. The eyes he was born with; the brow he had shaped to his will.

It was his eyes that defined him. He had always felt the urge to see through things that others refused to or could not see. And he always wanted to see more. It was this urge that had been the most fulfilling part of his life and also the reason why he had always felt incomplete and unsatisfied. The dissatisfaction stemmed from his knowledge that there were so many things in the world before his eyes that he could not create. That he would always have to be a spectator and could never be a player in all the games he loved.

He was a curator. He knew about every inch of human technology since the invention of the wheel. He had a replica of the first Saturn V rocket launched, the first radio used, the first holograph, and the latest Nintendo. He had a library of the greatest books ever written, from the Gutenberg Bible to Newton's Principia Mathematica. He had a collection of the world's greatest music, from the scintillating folk songs of the gypsies to the timeless classics of Led Zeppelin. He had visited the best museums of the world and had marveled at the art of Michaelangelo and Picasso, and had set his eyes upon some of the best photographs ever taken. He was conversant in 12 languages and had learnt to write with both his hands. He found a deep meaning in surrounding himself with the greatest achievements of mankind and being able to absorb the endless stream of information.

He was always inspired, and had a painful longing to create beauty and wonder out of his thoughts. The more he created the more he found that he could create more. It was a strange mix of enjoyment and disappointment, which he had learnt to live with. But he was aware that it was only during the times that he was neither observing nor creating that he felt the contradictory emotions. And he was curious about those emotions too, and felt them voluntarily.

His eyes never missed a new sight, and his brow only wrinkled when he thought about the friction between his thoughts and actions. But he had grown into his role as the Collector of Human Endeavors. And he felt alive with each breath he took.

Silhouette

http://www.smashingmagazine.com/2009/05/17/captivating-examples-of-silhouette-photography/

http://www.hongkiat.com/blog/85-free-high-quality-silhouette-sets/






Pay attention to detail. Those essential frivolities which lend us uniqueness and identity. Those colours painted across the canvas of our countenance and pride. Pay attention to them. Pay attention to the jewels sparkling and proclaiming the beauty of a maiden. Those wrinkles on the skin of the old beggar. Observe the expressions of joy and wonder, dignity and horror, innocence and fear, determination and peace, racing to outlast each other. Observe the deftness of light as it glides over the texture of the clothes. Relish the variety. Relish the changing landscape with the trees calling out to the heavens from atop the rocky hills. And the intricate structures built with the care of an artist's brush and a poet's thought. Be amazed at the difference. The different genes that collided through the ages and resulted in you. The differing ideas that galvanize the world into a revolutionary spin every now and then. Be amazed.

And then wipe it all out. All the lines and all the colours. All the adornments inner and outer. All the light and all the shadows. All the history and all the future. See the silhouette.

The dark form that you share with everyone else and everything else. The naked form that can tell you a billion stories about a billion lives. The form purified of all decorations and scars. The form that includes hills and trees and birds and farmers, and you. The vessel that can be filled with emotions and destinies. The silhouette is honest and quiet. It forms stunning shapes of power and freedom. It whispers to you that those beloved differences may after all be superficial and irrelevent. The silhouette is always embraced in the welcoming arms of light.

Interesting Chain of "Events"

Here's an experiment that is pointless but fun. Start from an arbitrary word in your head and see what word it leads to, and see what that word leads to, and so on. I started with "Hero":

Hero
Guitar
Tradition
Hockey
Goal
Blast
City
Variety (--> Spectrum -->..)
Electromagnets
Lightning
Amazon
Survivor
Emotion
Mystery
Hieroglyphs
Transformers
Screen
Sunlight
Grains
Capitalism
Mafia
Picasso
Digital
Assumption
Architect


ok I'm gonna stop at 25...and dont ask me how those things make sequential sense!

Numero Uno

I'm late. But I'll catch up. And after every two short sentences it is essential that a longer sentence be spawned in the spirit of simultaneous rhythm and discongruity. This parallelism may perhaps be a core theme in all our undertakings. Perhaps.

Tool is one of the greatest bands ever. And Lateralus is one of the best songs ever written.

With my feet upon the ground I lose myself
between the sounds and open wide to suck it in,
I feel it move across my skin.
I'm reaching up and reaching out,
I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.
And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.

Spiral out. Keep going...

Of course, in my opinion, one can always choose not to have an opinion.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wS7CZIJVxFY