I�d like to say when I�m left with my thoughts I�m contemplating the meaning of life, the consequences of our actions globally, how hatred and fear hold reign over our thoughts and actions like the obligatory steel fisted dictator. I�d like to say this, but like the vast majority of humanity I�m completely obsessed with my life and how things and the world around me affect me.

As narcissistic as that sounds, it unfortunately is the petty truth of so many our lives. Though we are deftly afraid to be thought of like this, to the point we lie to ourselves and willingly except that lie as the truth.

How else do you explain our bleeding of natural resources to the point of depleting the planet of all it�s life within what could be conceivably your own child�s life span. How do we explain the millions of tons of trash we waste every day with so much of so easily recyclable if we would just take a few seconds out of our day and just separate the trash. Trash that slowly poisons the planet�s soil with our chemical bi-products we so desperately need for a �happy life�.

How do we explain these selfish acts that are destroying the only home we have. The very planet we live on we are killing each and every day of our miserable little existence. And for what reason, is it we are to lazy, to busy with everything that in the end won�t matter, to willing to except quick excuses as facts while we sit here and delude ourselves into believing �I�m the exception to the rule�.

What are we going to do when one day we have no choice but to face the consequences of our actions? Are we just going to pick up from here and repopulate another planet that we�ll inevitably bleed dry of all resources as we slowly poison it? Will we even learn from our fallbacks and hurtles we set in front ourselves or, sadly, will we fall in our usual track record and forget what we did to this place because we found the best solution that allows us to go on with our materialistic lives as is without having to worry about the consequences.

Fucking hell even a dog knows if you stick it in a box and force it to live its entire life in it. That if it shits anywhere it pleases that after a point its either find a way to get out of the box or live in it�s own shit. Even a dog, the domesticated animal we come to love but over all consider to be of lesser intelligence then us, knows to keep your shit away from the place you sleep.

Have we learned that lesson in the thousands of years that we have populated this planet?

That would be a resounding no.

At least a few hundred years ago we had the excuse that humanity�s life span was extremely short and the planet�s population was not more then it could handle. Now our numbers grow to such immense proportions that the planet can�t keep up with our constant consumption.

To put it in more simple terms the planet is like and elevator with a thousand pound wait limit. Humanity started small, only taking up a small portion of the maximum weight limit, nothing to worry about, it can handle it. Gradually over hundreds of years the number of people on the �elevator� grew in number and in weight, but still the �elevator� could handle it. Still under its maximum weight capacity, but steadily approaching it as time goes on. Now we quickly approach this limit and the �elevator� is buckling under the pressure, weakening under the daily stress it must endure. Sooner or later the inevitable will happen and that �elevator� will break. The question is will we keep on defying the truth and be pulled down with it, or will be finally realize its high time we took the stairs instead.

Yeah ok, that metaphor got a little out of hand and a bit confusing, but that�s how my metaphors normally go it seems.

And really I don�t know where I�m going with this since I�m not one good with doing as I preach. And that words can only take us so far, it�s the actions we take that finally decided where we are going, how we are going to act, how we are going to finally fix what we complain about.

And no matter how much I, and so many others who actually do something about it, scream all this to the heavens. We still will not see a solution with so many people trudging through there lives. Fear and loathing any form of change that will deter us from our daily routine. The daily routines so burned into our brain that it allows us to mind numbingly walk through our life on auto pilot. And when reality gets to be too much, when you can�t numb your brain anymore with mindless repetition. We find a way to forget our pain by sedating ourselves with television, booze, and drugs.

Life is supposed to be a gift we cherish and love, but instead we fill it with mindless and pointless bullshit to give it �meaning�. Inherently we have no choice but to work to live. The actual necessities of life are never handed to us on a silver platter, so we have no choice in that matter. But the choices we have made to complicate the need to work and live have developed a culture of self righteous bullshit and petty back stabbing.

A culture that has developed a thing like the internet only to be used by people who choose to nit pick at others not like minded as themselves. To set themselves up on a pedestal and preach there vapid bullshit then seek out others like themselves to discuss how lame and stupid other people are.

Is this really the actions we want to represent ourselves with? If ever the situation arrived that we where met by a higher conscious being. Do we really want this kind of childish behavior to be the yard stick that we are measured by? Can�t we, as a people, be better then this. To stand up and say, �I will not take this lying down! I refuse to be brought down to these petty levels that represent the ugly side of humanity!�

Is it to much to ask that people aren�t so quick to judge a book by its cover then neatly pigeon hole it into some category that allows them to remain comfortably numb?

It�s as simple as this. Never talk about how much other people�s shit stinks when yours doesn�t smell like roses. And never be a bigger hypocrite then you have to be.

It's about time - Wednesday, Jul. 07, 2004
An Honor for Chrome - Friday, Feb. 20, 2004
A great loss - Monday, Oct. 20, 2003
a terrible announcement. - Tuesday, Sept. 09, 2003
Chrome speaks: - Friday, Sept. 05, 2003