collector of perspectives

i am the fate of disassembly, the gate of my destiny, my spirit the paralleled heavenly guidance of dissolution.
my path is screwed in loosely and fed gratuitously forwhich my roots control the dam’d element of congruity.
my perspective screws me, strips me duly, whips me crudely, and assumes a resolute me, although i just want to be what i can see is the.

Hehe, I dig :)

I am a simple question – What wonders exist beyond the confines of my physical perception?

When we develop our intuitive sides, and explore the metaphysical realities of our being, we transcend the limits of our empirical nature.

Prosperity is a great teacher; adversity is a greater. Possession pampers the mind; privation trains and strengthens it. – William Hazlitt

I need to go to sleep. I’ll be late if I don’t. I’ll be late anyway to balance things out.

We are all here for a reason, whether to teach or to learn.

mentor me, and i shall mentor you, reciprocal mentorship, y’all.

Their is no truth, only perspective. Control your perspective, control your life!

My bright is too slight to hold back all my dark.

I say, “challenge me, oh great pain! Be the firm grip around my heart that buckle my knees and teaches me how to surrender.”
I welcome you – oh great pain! – capable of finally seeing pass your harsh appearence. Now dont you ever dare abandon me, forever caught in the prison of my set perception of the universe! You are my spiritual, emotional and mental sparring partner. Every time you beat me down I will rise again, twice the man before.”

I am opportunity made flesh. a wanderer, an inquisitor, a poet who knows nose not. I am a word and a sentence and a paragraph and silence made substance by the formative wind. I am lost and found. I am show and tell. I am breath embodied mind, and I seek a state innocent of its own intention… but with intention nonetheless

Man I swear, reading all these replies makes me feel like I’m watching Waking Life in a sense. It’s like I’m the “dreamer” per say, aka the “reader” in this case, exploring the different perspectives of people and what they have to say.

Action = Reaction

I have a sponge of information. All things I experience are because of certain tissues and cells, which ironically I will never see.

The real ‘me’ neither exist in the past or future; with this, all things are forgiven, the present is the only ‘thing’ i can ultimately understand, and the future is the second best definition of abstract.

The sonderance of everyone alive is unfathomable, but only with a few thoughts shared throughout the human race progression is limitless.

The world is consistent change, and it seems to be a fail safe for hindrance when I feel a sympathetic over load of how much ignorance, hate, pain, and sadness resides within our own people. It will soon pass regardless, time wins.

I used to be comfortable when i believed in a higher being, when i was promised with an everlasting after life (only for eternity) if you lived by commandments and lived as honestly as you could. I was scarred to a pit of apathy when thinking there is no god to watch over and tend for its creations. Through this i understood life is dominated by complexity and immensely high chances.

Chance was enough reason for me to live everyday, not to the fullest (because that’s confusing), but to at least appreciate the senses, emotions, and surprises. I found that even though i have little faith in metaphysical things, through meditation I’ve been able to feel my spirit again through inner silence.

My perspectives haven’t stopped changing, and i think that’s the point. I build off old perspectives, and keep on playing as a mason until death.

I enjoyed this post! Sick, (@tine) !

I feel like the universe is an infant, that humanity is witnessing an infant stage of consciousness, and I’m continually reminded of how little we know, yet how we ignore that fact. Every day is a day of complete shock as to how we all are, how we fool ourselves into taking meaning away from things, and only attributing it to small niches of the Earth.
Hundreds of thousands die everyday, and that doesn’t matter.
But a sports team loses and people hit their wife.
Humans.

Reporting on my observation of few situations:

Late last night while driving home from work I hit baby fox crossing the road. There were two others with it. I looked in my rear-view and I swear I could see the light of it’s eyes fading out. I felt so bad too. I had to turn off my rap music and throw the hamburger I was eating out my window. I lit a cig and turned back around to see if there was anyway the animal was alive. He was not, his insides were on the road and the other two foxes were standing around him. They moved when I stopped my car next to him. There was nothing I could do but move him off the center line.

The other day I drove my co wroker Pee Wee back to his house, our shifts had ended at the same time. We got in my car and as I let the engine heat up we talked about the kind of girls we like. Ive decided that I like girls with a darker skin complexion and Pee Wee said that he liked “white girls from a decent home”. I agreed with him on the last part, a decent home can go along way in helping ones self esteem (which is totally crucial for both males and females trying to enter a relationship). Then I pulled out the parking lot and got on 29 going south. We passed Walmart and I cued up some music on my stereo. We both sang along and theorized on the hairdoo of the afrocentric Eryka Bdu. Pee Wee smoked a cig and I concentracted on driving (my signals aren’t working right now so I make sure not to brake to quickly for a turn). Pee Wee went on to tell me the story of how he pulled his knee last week. Apparently after heavy drinking he had to take a piss, and he thought he was in the bathroom but was instead in the hallway outside his sons room. After peeing on the floor he went to sleep and when he woke up later that night he slipped on his own pee and busted his knee. I felt bad for him (I’ve been there before). So on the way downtown I stopped at the Kangaroo and asked Pee Wee to buy me 40 oz steel reserve. I gave him a $5 and he bought one for himself too and kept the change. We continued our drive while disscussing our tax returns, our mothers health, and the state of Russia and the Ukraine, respectivly. We arrived at his house and after fist bumping he exited the car. I waved to his children and continued my drive down the road.

I got this cool neighbor named Scott. He is the man, he introduced himelf too me 6 months ago and in our first conversation his mentioned to me his 9mm handgun, his dislike for our black president and his fervent obsession with womens volleyball. We talk politics so often now I feel as though our relathionship has dissolved into a homemade CSPAN infomercial. But that’s okay because I do learn from him. Even though he’s a card carrying republican and Ayn Raynd entuthiast I still respect his judgment when it comes to such things as the weather (he know’s what it’ll be a week in advance) and advice on how to shovel my driveway clear of snow (the ole throw the snow over your shoulder method just dosent efficently work he says). Ive spent a few afternoons with him identifying the leaves of various trees and we once explored the woods around our homes and found an old Model T car. He told me when it gets warmer out he’ll show me the proper way to fire a handgun if I want. He’s a cool old dude and I’m happy he’s my neighbor.

I look through all perspectives as if they are individually tinted windows. These windows of perspective are eye opening, and simultaneously blinding. After realizing this, I figure the best way to view life is to view it from many points. I want a perfectly clear window.
That said, I personally see the world as it truly is. A rock suspended in the great vastness of space. Inhabited by beings. Beings who might not have souls, but hearts and brains that will make them feel sensations that are seriously extraordinary. I see myself as a human who was once a tiny sperm cell. I beat my millions of brothers to the egg and was rewarded with the gift of consciousness. The feeling is great.
Now my purpose is to go forth and experience all that there is in life. On the planet. This rock with people. I will look through their windows of perspective, discarding what I choose to and keeping the rest to build up my own.

I am a minute and virtually insignificant expression of the universe. I am stardust. I am energy. I am matter. I am finite. I will inevitably die but that is precisely what makes my life so beautiful. The universe will one day recycle all of my components so I must strive to LIVE in the short time I have.

I must live because I will die.

I am human, I am horror. I am the creator and the destroyer. I am ignorance and intelligence. The lost one find his way back.

we’re all moving in the same direction, mates.