Enjoy the things that transpire here. Take it at will. Enter the void.

Monday, May 29, 2006


I don't have any enemies. At least to my knowledge. Perhaps around exam time, time itself may well become the closest thing I have to an adversary.

But, thinking about it I do have a vendetta. Not against someone, but something. The astute should have realized by now by the title of this piece that I am talking about, of course, sleep. It's not that I depise sleeping - I actually enjoy it - to a point. The problem is, I am one of "those people" whom have difficulty getting to sleep, and difficulty waking up again. Left to my own devices I could quite easily sleep for 10-12 hours, and I think that even 12-16 would not be without question. It is this fact which I possess a "vendetta" against, and this means that I must fight a battle.

My weapons are many, from caffeine (mostly from soft-drinks as I only rarely drink coffee) and the ultimate - the alarm clock. Unfortunately for me, however, the alarm clock is a double edged sword. It fights off the beast that is "sleep" quite well - waking me up rather promptly - but, when I awake I suffer from a form of what I simply call - jetlag. Except, there was no jet, and unfortunately not even any flying. The point is I wake up angry - in a foul mood. This lasts about 30 minutes or so, perhaps longer - especially if I wake up around 5-7am, it seems that no matter how much sleep I get, unless I wake up later than 7 I will be very, very cranky.

Why am I articulating this aspect of my life right now - I'm not really sure but I am looking for some kind of solution. --- And on a related note does anyone else think ill of the western worlds addiction to coffee? Maybe thats my problem - I'm not enough of an addict...


Sunday, May 28, 2006

Passing Time

We live.

This is our function, our purpose is it not? Is it not true that if you believe in an after life, then life itself here in earthrealm is nothing more than sitting out the front of a doctors' waiting for an appointment. My issue is - are we not just passing time - everything we do, used to be merely to preserve ourselves, that is - to survive. But why? We live today so that we can live tomorrow. These days we have covered up our basic survivalist nature and seek out entertainment, whereever we can get it. - But, as always the bottom line is - we are covering up the fact that we are wasting time.

Not to say for a moment that we should stop going on living - but one wonders what is the point. With no religious framework to work in the doctor is never there, and the wait is a total waste of time - if you say you exist to have children what purpose does that serve - so that they can too waste time? - And what of those who are non religious or at least do not believe in any kind of "after" life and also have no children - there choice or otherwise.

If you are religous then your meaning of life is probably inherent. Hence it probably defines your purpose for "passing time." But how can so many religions be right at the same time, and in the same strain how can they all be wrong...

I've said it before and I shall say it again - There is something wrong with the world.

Thursday, May 25, 2006

Barricades in time

From the Desk of Kreative Tendencies
"Barricades in Time"
Moving forward. Time does this every moment, it never receeds, nor turns around back on itself. Life. Repetition. Chaos. An intrinisic linkage into the unknown. One day I will wake up. I will haul my self out of my bed, and prepare to face the day that lies in front of me. Without even knowing it, I will wake up to the day of my own death.
Simply sitting here, writing this exposition, is an act of ageing. The world around me seems somewhat still, there is an air of peace in the wind that exists in the darkness outside of my window. Despite the movement and bustle of people going about daily activities, there is a stillness in the air.
Is death stillness? There is relative calm everywhere you look, even at ground zero - the chaos that is at the surface is simply a superficial barracade, it can be seen through, and trained eyes can view the serenity that lies within.
This serenity is life. But is it death also?
A point most definetly worth pondering.


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