Story Time

Now, these real life situations and people I'm going to be writing about really do exist. Unfortunately, the happen to real people, some of which are quick to sue or sever communications so...

I change the names, eh?

Okay. I knew this guy Rich. He was a bad man. Not bad in a violent or dangerous sort of way, but bad as in a slick shit of a con with a mouth like a rotten egg. Rich was a charming intellect and a grand time in his role as The Advisor. Always the politician, our boy Rich. And Rich made money for people. In short, people liked Rich, despite the fact that every fiber of their being knew he was full of shit and would step on your head to get clear of a tidal wave.

Enough. What did he do?

Well, one day Rich showed one of his workers the mute button trick. He'd sound all nice, hit the mute, and start swearing and dropping ethnic slurs at the home office brass. Then, he encourage the lad to try it. Only this time, Rich only pretended to hit the mute button. Now that's just awesome.

The Hobgoblin of little minds.

I can't explain anything. Fir instance, time? Okay, I get the three patial dimensions: length width and height. What's with time? It's a measurment of motion between a reference point and the motion of one or more objects. It changes between two observers.

Let me undermistake the truth here. Vonnegut once pointed out that if you look at any star in the sky and look quickly to another, you'd traveled faster than the speed of light. Your perception outstipped time. Good for you!

But that fucks it up for the rest of us. You see, you never moved from our perspective.

It gets worse. Time goes slower the more idiotic the activity is around you, but when you're choking down a mouthful of pure fun, time flies. We'll shit, our MOOD alters the measure of time.

Yes we can objectively clock the rate of detioration of certain atoms and set our clocks to this rhythim, but we still run by the great clock of the solar system: the sun.

How did we sense a year as pmimitive societies? One day we noticed the stars moved with the seasons... but how did they know to LOOK AT THE STARS?

Nah nah. I'll bottom line it. Time is subject to the human mind because it is,in fact, a fiction. Time is a human invention projected on the realities of our universe. We needed to measure this. It was instinctive. So we invented tools and cyphers and whole sytems of symbols which became number in computers counting the release of neutrons in an atom. It was that important to prove that we did not just make this shit up.

This phenomena is called a reality blanket. It covers ones world with oned thoughts and actions, the consequences of which we wish to relegate to some dreadfully ambigous reason, where what we did altered nothing in the flow of the mighty universal time! No no. Nut us. We're not clever enough to create this all. But, we can explain it! Hmmmmm. We know how to bake, but we just never could make it.

Saftey of thought rests sqarely on stubborn consistency. We have change. We create rituals and economies to order and catagories good and bad, right and wrong, abhorent events... you know, life.

Change exists. And if our minds create our safety net of measurables that we create, surely our minds must cause the very change that bring with it such fear.

The Lamppost

We saw the lamppost and screamed.
“What news from the West,” it said,
“You’ll have no rest and your friends
Are all clotted cream.”

“Am I insane,”
Said he,
Said I..
“This door you have opened
Will never be closed.”

The image of the Hawk,
The Eagle,
The Wolf and other beasts unnamed.
What sense could it make?
It could sense not unmake,
And we were still awake.
What did it mean?

Oh, Lamppost fair!
Oh, Provider of light!
Oh, Sin upon Sin!
“We’ve entered too far to get in,”
Said I.

We embraced the embrace of the face.
Not a kiss, but with two hands on one face.
Two eyes at two eyes and the touch
Seemed improper but tempered with warmth.

“Is that you in there?” I called.
There was no response.
There was empty space
In the folds of skin massaged by rough palms,
It was the greatest mistake we had made.

So great was our fall that we undid time.
A lie.
I lied but unknowingly.
We opened a simple box
And found a field where
Dead men walk and chastise us.

Why the Light? Why?
Why not a coin or a tree to cut down?
Why not a sly flitter
Or a scent or a sound?

Why is a lamppost here?

Welcome

I am Christopher Morris, owner and operator of Hill TV.

For now, consider me to be some dude who killed Dr. Robert J. Murk (AWESOME).

This blog is about People.

The meaning of life is People.

Fact: You are a Person.

Fact: Life means being alive.

Fact: All People are alive.

Therefore, People are the meaning of life. Good or bad, we are Human Beings until we die. This life ends at death. Sure, maybe what we do here is just to setup what happens after we die, but living for an after life is the meaning dying. The meaning of life is to be a Person.

Many of you are amateur wordsmiths and will insert God or ideals, or philosophies into your meaning of life. Great. You're still a person and many other people have differing opinions. The one unifying truth and meaning is that we are living beings, more specifically People.

Belief and Faith are great. Fine. But belief is not a meaning unto itself and neither is faith. Niether is scientific fact for that meaning. Meaning implies an explanation for why things are as they are. Life is as it is due to the fact that you are alive and are Human and so is everyone else around you.

If you're looking to debate or argue, I'm not exactly the man for that. I've long since given up trying to contradict people. If you have a belief, I'm going to say "Yes. That's great. Keep up the good work. We all should believe things." That's what People do. If you think your beliefs are meaningful to everyone else, unfortunately, People don't work that way. No matter what you say or do, People choose their own standards to judge quality of life by. Quality is not meaning. To argue with that proves that it is a belief. Facts are not up for arguement. Refer to the above facts.

If you despute that you are alive (living) or that you are human, well... you are either stretching words to make a point or your just being an ass to have something to say.

For now, let's stick to the few universal facts mentioned above. The rest we can sort out eventually or die before we do.

Most of the posts here will be amusing stories, ideas, contemplations or parables for your consideration. Consider it a passtime to keep you amused while being a living Person. That's all.

Chris