Sir Kalen

A life and world of odd propaganda and bizarre idealism

And so we open this monologue with profundity, a pseudo-masochistic declaration: I'm ludicrously pathetic.

The Art of opinionating, of which, I am not an authority on.

This world, it is a lost cause, no longer a feasible host to our parasitic race, and in the face of such a future, we must turn, and bestow our gratitude to the revelries of science. On the hunched back of science we have scaled the mount of decadence. The primordial soup from which life was derived, is now how life is lived and sustained. Yes, to you Monsieur evolution, I bow, a world of gnarled webs you weave, to capture and sadistically wallow in the debauchery of man's heart.

Evolution - the single most destructive force in this world. To ye who may stumble upon this, I pity you for coming here. And pray the short termed amnesia will overcome you, that you may forget the vitriolic and acerbic bile and loathing that is unleashed here. That stems from hope. Hope that the life which I live has a meaning and purpose other than survival. That the soul here can live in peace, not a physical euphoria, but a quiet powerful calm. That the soul is not condemned to ever yearn to be free from the vile stench of the world's profligacy. That the heaven for which every soul searches for could also be found here.

Yes Monsieur Evolution - you grim reaper of hopes and dreams. Plagiarizing the lives of men and beast. This is no tragedy, nor a travesty, not a horror at which we would shirk and disdain, but a pity. A crime which calls for compassion, because a world, in which evolution has reached its zenith, is not a utopian world of joy and rejoicing. But a world in which souls of men will constantly weep.

Dedicated, to those who stop and smell the roses, from one who envies you at random and inconvenient times... Who has often belittled those who appear to be without purpose, and merely wander from petty pretties to petty pretties. Failing to see the large scope that the Life weaves with the past, present and future. However, he recants in this moment wishing to have been one of those aimless ones, who could have stopped along the wayside, to admire, enjoy, and respect a petty pretty before he moves on, but alas, he was caught up in the traffic and compelling blind reason of his age, and moved on, unable to enjoy the sunset before him

It was a beautiful sunset this evening, an ominous one, where the sun did not fade out in glory, but sunk behind threatening clouds, hazed by a shade of dark royal blue. Mesmerizing, I could have stopped and stared into such a sunset, my artistic mind inspired and invigorated, in awe of a work wrought by the Master Artist. I can only aspire to mimic him, to use this gift he has given and pen that which he has wrought in this world around me...

The magnificence of the sunrise. Its captivating dark clouds, it spoke to me of the future, of the evil in it, the foreboding admonition we have to take no thought of the morrow, yet ever is there a royal mystique in it. Never has man been able to resist contemplating the future, to ponder over what is holds. We worship the future in our fear, we loath the past in our regret, and disdain the present in our dissatisfaction. Silly mortals we are, we seek to flight from time to time, running from place to place, seeking a utopian refuge, that we may stop and bask in the sun and roses, We Look into the sun as it sets, and we cower. For yet another day has been vainly spent in our search. Silly mortals, true roses have thorns, we cannot bask in them. How many people have found this utopia in their disillusionment, only to feel the acerbic stab of reality, we rush on in bitterness and despair. How blind we are to everything! We hide from the past, seeking not to learn from or relive it, we attempt to delve into the future and we are blinded. We refuse to open our eyes and see the present around us. Stop! Pause a moment on your hasty stony path, observe the wild-flowers, treasure them with your roses, for they live for the moment adorning the present with their meager lives, ensuring a precious past, and a fruitful Future. It does not take a quantity of something that is pretty, to be called beautiful. It takes a quality. A quality of sacrifice, vigor, and passion - selflessness. It is this that causes the mortal to pause his search, and pay homage to such a life. To hesitate in his steps, to have a double-take, and stoop for a closer examination.

Seek not a utopia on this world, make one, a small little utopia. Become beautiful in your self-sacrifice. Share your meager wild-flowers, drop their fragile seeds in the lives of those around you. Wonders never cease to sprout in the lives of others. Smell the roses, appreciate their beauty, but be not raptured or enamored with them, for they have their thorns. Slow down, appreciate the rising and setting of the sun, but even this is shallow, for the sun shall rise, and the sun shall set, as it has over these thousands of years, and countless others have seen it. Live, but not for these, Live for others.

In need: of good classical book Recommendations

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Asked of me:

"Whats your IQ and are you a genuis Kalen? Only a genuis could be so eccentric"

A life and world of odd propaganda and bizarre idealism

And so we open this monologue with profundity, a pseudo-masochistic declaration: I'm ludicrously pathetic.

The Art of opinionating, of which, I am not an authority on.

This world, it is a lost cause, no longer a feasible host to our parasitic race, and in the face of such a future, we must turn, and bestow our gratitude to the revelries of science. On the hunched back of science we have scaled the mount of decadence. The primordial soup from which life was derived, is now how life is lived and sustained. Yes, to you Monsieur evolution, I bow, a world of gnarled webs you weave, to capture and sadistically wallow in the debauchery of man's heart.

Evolution - the single most destructive force in this world. To ye who may stumble upon this, I pity you for coming here. And pray the short termed amnesia will overcome you, that you may forget the vitriolic and acerbic bile and loathing that is unleashed here. That stems from hope. Hope that the life which I live has a meaning and purpose other than survival. That the soul here can live in peace, not a physical euphoria, but a quiet powerful calm. That the soul is not condemned to ever yearn to be free from the vile stench of the world's profligacy. That the heaven for which every soul searches for could also be found here.

Yes Monsieur Evolution - you grim reaper of hopes and dreams. Plagiarizing the lives of men and beast. This is no tragedy, nor a travesty, not a horror at which we would shirk and disdain, but a pity. A crime which calls for compassion, because a world, in which evolution has reached its zenith, is not a utopian world of joy and rejoicing. But a world in which souls of men will constantly weep.

Yes, quite tragic. I haven't left an update in ages, to my ardent fans and traveling throngs of admirers.

and yes, I haven't quite dissillusioned myself to such an extent in a rather long time. (note to self - must remedy that)

First in order, to enable myself to think straight, there is a necesscity to list rather random facts. This is done, that my brain may check them off as completed and move on to more 'serious' matters.

Nightwish is divine! - http://www.nightwish.com/

I'm Starting my college education.

Og, the volkswagen runs as good as ever, and still retains all her mischieviousness and audacity. Oft sending me on small adventures... Oh what epic fables take place on the side of the road!

I guess I've failed to tell you all, that we are building a 1700 sq ft. addition to our house. we started that project last september, and it has occupied all my time, especially over the weekends. This year, back in february, My oldest sister got married, I started a "temporary" job at my state capital. I was supposed to be finished in May, but they keep asking me to stay, One more month.

I'm still sane. mostly

Not married.

yea, I think that should cover the bases...

though, I seem to have run out of steam, and lost the train of thought that was supposed to be more introverted, and actually post something of worth, rather than obscure and deprecated facts.

Hrm, I must be out of those pills my psychologist prescribed... Thats not good, I guess I should give it a higher priority on my "Need to Remedy" list. yea...

from writing a lengthy paper explaining the vitatlity of creationism in society. Not a scientifical approach, but a psychological and psychoanylitical approach. As the subject of origin is a weighty matter that involves more than just science. To which Pc Chapman, I'd be quite interested to hear your response/opinion on. Never let it be said I'm close minded. I'll listen to anyone. But My mind is something I treasure, and therefore I am very careful about what I let in and believe in. I am open to the hearing of differing ideas, but that does not mandate me believing in everything I hear. Rather quite the contrary.

but in the meantime, an interesting quote:

Many men build as cathedrals were built, the part nearest the ground finished; but the parts which soar toward heaven, the turrets and spires,forever incomplete. --- Henry Antoninus

"A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world."
-- Oscar Wilde