Disjointed Thought

I'm quite stupefied with the outpourings of hate and resentment in the U.S. towards Iran's premier's planned visit to Ground Zero. Most of the americans see this as a kind of insult, vile at worst, hypocritical to say the least. The common thread of reasoning is that Iran is a state-sponsor of terrorism, and the tragedy of 9/11 was a terrorist act of apalling proportions. Both true, one from a U.S. perspective alone, and the other on an entirely human scale.

Just to get some facts right. 9/11 was perpetrated by Saudis, who by and large belong to the Sunni sect of Islam. The language of universal brotherhood and peace that is prevalent in Islam has been horribly skewed into an unrecognizable diatribe of hate and disharmony. Iran, whose population is predominantly Shia, is a supporter of hezbollah. Nowthe irony is evident. Hezbollah see themselves as freedom fighters as do the palestinian group Hamas. But History and the public perception of truth is written only by the victors.

Gone are the days of Martin Luther and Mahatma Gandhi. As a civilization we are regressing to the dark ages, relying only on stregth, completely dismissive of peace. I expect, before the the next elections, we'll have the american population whipped into a frenzy, crying to bring the terrorists who caused 9/11 (this time possibly Iran, much like one commentator, stating it was 'payback time' when America decided to illegally invade Iraq) to book.

Democracy is dead. It's a corporate hegemony that runs most goverments. The meek cannot inherit the Earth...

These pleasures Melancholy give, And I with thee will choose to Live

Lay back on the grass, not really caring that it was mildly damp, a result of the early morning mist. It's wonderful to see the play of light from under a tree's branches in summer, when sunlight gamely seeks to disperse the ubiquitous clouds. The dappled grass at the foot of the tree like a rippling cloth woven out of light. Birdsong, so splendid and clear, it almost pains me to use 'melodious' to describe it, but i've never been good at painting aural cues. And the breeze carrying with it scents, hanging on after the confused spring.

It may be a sign of madness, but the need for dialogue manifests itself in the form of me having a conversation with the trees, but that wears off, not for a lack of response, but for my seeming impatience. The trees may have given answer to previous questions, it's just that i move on to the next in a mere ten minutes. The need for dialogue rears it's ugly head and prompts more questions running a cicuitous path through my mind. Answering myself s redundant but i do it nevertheless.

A large grey cloud replaces the wispy pretenders and now the gloom is here to stay. As always the dark has the effect of bringing with it a kind of melancholy that doesn't deprive, but enriches. I may go as far as to say it is a joyous melancholy. An obvious oxymoron, and you might as well dispense with the 'oxy' you say. However, this isn't an inability to express, it's an emotion beyond language. Refer Milton's Il Penseroso and you might get my drift.

It's in these moments when i'm well and truly connected with life, mortality becomes an abstract concept. The walls and windows of habitation amplify that dreadful thought in a most frightening manner. And yet i persist to live most of my life inside, working in a job whose very nature wars with the paths my mind travels. It's strange what expedience forces onto us.

Nietschze revisited

We've come so far, yet we have no idea where we come from. The universe moves on in a scale incomprehensible to us. Our lives are of such inconsequence and yet are so much more. We can cry and we can love, we can pity and nurture. But it is the very nature of lives, short and intransient, that make the world such a chaotic place. Our derived intelligence has been falsely routed, channeled to violence and degradation, until the very faculty that enables thought seeks to suppress it for fear of realising something much much vaster than the candle that is the sum of our existence. To truly awaken we need to rid ourselves of fear, and that is possible only through understanding, but there again, people fear to think while they respect fear. In this contrary mess, we need to rise above, and rediscover the superman.

Infininty in the moment

The stars will fail, the universe will fold
Consciousness lost, histories untold
Seek not the divine nor soul's salvation
These are the spawn of thought's delusion

Hearken to the moment, within ourselves
Where dormant awareness resides
Brush past the clouds of miasmic thought
Reach the awareness... that is aware.

The trouble with obdurate bigoted governments

Spokeswoman for the white house says Bush's condemnation of what she called "Iran's meddlesomeness" was an important signal to the region.

"Surely the United States is not the one being threatening, We are not the ones being meddlesome and troublesome in Iraq."

I understand that the average american is uninformed and slighlty unaware of global events, but a spokeswoman...