I believe perhaps with folly that the world we see is a reflection of collective human mind. When I read about these shooting rampages that seem to come with some degree of regularity I don’t attribute them to the heated discussions, arguments and resentments people express; I think anger is worth expressing and I think it is more detestable to lie about it and hide it. I attribute violence to each individual’s secret loathsome desire to control other people’s beliefs and our own beliefs; we cast war against our own destiny, thinking we can create our own world. I’m reminded of something Ram Dass said, “ You can’t wage are against your destiny. So let the law of karma unfold as they’re suppose to. Play out the role that’s been assigned to you, because when you do that, when you’ve totally surrendered to your dharma, when you are no longer trying for anything, that’s your way through.” We create nothing. Everything that exists always has and always will exist. The only powers human’s have is the power of transforming and shaping what exists already. In other words: Humans have the power to control. I for one am willing to hand that power back to the source from which I was created. It isn’t that I don’t care what other people believe because what they believe is important and is powerful, but it’s that I don’t mind. Having said that, the process of transformation we see manifested in physical form we call nature seems to be harsh at times, suffering and joy its elements. Then this transformation’s form in art the same paradox. Even as a lassie faire bystander, the process of transformation causes shivers, ticks, tears and sorrow. Endure the pain of every being that lived up until now and you shall know less pain than the pain of those who know joy also. No one cries as deeply as the person who can ascend into the ethereal on command, go back and forth from heaven to earth and hell...
Last night it was snowing and I was cozy in my cabin, reading about the recent shooting in
“When you realize you’re dreaming, you can do anything, you can create anything.”
When I read this I thought to myself if I posted this statement on my Facebook status their might be quite a few people who liked it (as long as I didn’t give Loughner credit).
As I read more about Loughner I learned that I had really quite a bit in common with the murderous asshole. I was reminded of why I started writing in the first place. I want people to understand why people want to make a statement by murdering a bunch of people. I want people to understand what drives a person off the edge. I want people to feel the emotion that I feel and other people that "go crazy".
The most offensive things in the world are things people do that they are mindless about, that they don’t ever think about or consider. At the core of resentment is a lack of consideration and resentment is justifiable. People have good reasons for what they hate. Sometimes it’s wise to hate, but sometimes its stupid. Jus depends. It’s hard to say much about him at this point, but it’s easy to say a lot about our society.
I wrote a little poem for you:
Religion, pride, order and control—possess cruelty, brutality, wrath and force—it’s a worm in dirt...Meanwhile, Heathen Souls, guilty of folly, chaotic and free—deliver love, grace and power—the warmth of the light to the cold and they give the sparkle to the snow.
I hope you like it, I do. I’m looking at the light of the sun through the snow and the glimmer of it off the snow.
Its too late right now for the Lit Generation, but I hope you say a prayer for all the Jared Loughners of the world who are going to bed with loaded guns and justifiable hate, who are multiplying like cancer cells and drinking booze and pacing in their basements...and I hope you have a drink for the Lit Generation—a puff from the blunt or a hit from the bong, we need your support. Peace and Blessings, your brother Ty.
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