The world is in a constant state of self discovery, and this is reflected in the internal life of the human.

It seems to be this way, and not the other way around. Still, this is an important question; which refines our perception more, our intuition and sensibilities or the objects and the world that we are perceiving?

In the deepest chambers of my heart, I find myself to be; a fool.

I am nothing. And I will always be nothing.

I don’t believe I can ever accept the idea of an infallible and omnipotent “Creator”. In the sense of someone or something that has created humanity for a defined purpose. What purpose could that be, when some are given so much and others so little. It seems that morale goodness is the only answer to the human condition. And yet, what a weak answer it seems. What purpose could the bombing of third world countries serve? What purpose could widespread famine and epidemics serve? Especially, while during these times, there are those which live in high castles. Even if these well-off people are depressed because of their morale ineptitude or immaturity, what if they are not? And further more, so what? What a weak answer to give a starving child; that they are part of God’s plan and their suffering is not for naught. These wealthy air-heads are meant to live like kings and queens while you my child, must suffer without care or compassion. And that you, can be happy if only you adopt morale goodness? What morality is there in the world? This is the question I am really asking here. Even if we can find morality in every place and every situation, the stark condition of humanity’s relationship to fortune strikes me as a more apparent contrast than the path to happiness for one that has been shined upon by the heavens. To find happiness while one dines on lamb, enjoys the company of the opposite sex, and enjoys supreme health and wealth, all undue to the merit of one’s maturity, contribution to the wellness of the world, or one’s toil, seems to me as infinitely easier and incomparable to the path of happiness for one who lives in poverty and squalor, has not good health, and has not found fortune in wealth or in their relationships, and is consequentially insignificant and trodden upon. I will stick to the only known and reliable path of morale goodness yes, all the while knowing my tools for life are weak and comparably insignificant to the power of creation and fortune.

(This was written in response to an excerpt from Cicero’s Discussions at Tusculum)

What does it matter?

What does the creative process consist of?

When speaking of human perception, useful facts are a rarity. This, of course, excludes the endless waterfall of facts found in hard science.

Emptiness and Direction

What is a church without believers and the faithful
A fate unchanged, as only God remains
Silence can be a most pure prayer for those full of life
Leaving the mind with nothing to tame

Are we animals on the inside
Only chaos and fear
We look for God to find the right side
Filling our cups with the prayers of the weary

What else is there to be done
As preceded by the mantra of silence
To tame our foresight is to be shown
Listening for the sounds of humility, no violence

We contribute no evil and this way make a change
Forcing the momentum of our humanity to deviate
I am trying to find this lane
One to eat and drink in quietly, only looking to alleviate

No action is what this aforementioned church requires
The profound sound of humility works its wonders
Peeling our eyes from the world to the internal, allowing ourselves to retire
Quit the constant battle of worldly illusions, ceasing the blunder

I am speaking of letting the world play out its silly game
Let us not make a change with force
Instead make a change with closeness, relinquishing the fame
Allow the illusions to dissipate as will be its natural course

The water will fall off the edge
Creating a waterfall
I am a small fish whose curious about the rules which have created this ledge
I do what I can to embrace this fall over the edge into the Lord’s hall

Silent and serene
Only those who can appreciate this silence may speak
Relinquishing the glamour and gleam
Taming the monster within, the freak

The water washes over as I breathe it in
Filling my lungs as I interpret its message
Silence, a most useful tool to feel what is within
With this tool I eliminate the paths that lead to wreckage

So simple yet almost impossible
Please Lord, allow me the strength to follow
To make the impossible possible
And not retreat to my clever fox hole

I wish to stand strong
And guard my spirit as I reside in this tapestry
As part of it, contributing my internal world to all else that’s around this pond
Allowing my spirit to slip deeper within the fantasy

– Zazzo

I have recently realized why rhymes are an integral part of poetry. Rhymes signify the fatalistic element of life, the winds which blow our hearts and mind to each respective destination. There is, of course, much in life that we are not in control of. Much that we cannot see nor predict. Within this element, there is much beauty to be found. I wonder if that is why rhymes create such an emotional reaction in the human heart. It also allows the human mind to follow more easily and make connections it might have otherwise not made. I hope that rhyming in my poetry will help alleviate my much cryptic and aquiline way of thinking and mode of expression.

The infinite element of life must be given its due respect. It is an experience that we all share very deeply.

The writing from Thucydides History, depicting the Athenian’s conversation with the Melians on the justness of power and influence/implications of that power, is one of the most profound and penetrating writings I have ever read. Does justice enter the conversation only when the parties are equal?