Why?

The pointlessness of it all is overwhelming. Working toward a goal that may or may not matter at all, you have no idea. Not a glimmer of what truly matters to you at all. Continuing for the sake of continuing, no higher goal remains.

Society deems what it doesn't understand a failure, so we remain in its whirlpool. Failure's we are not, we merely refuse to accept what others tell us as rote. It is necessary for us to formulate our own beliefs, our own ideas of what matters. Yet it is so difficult to do so without being branded a whimsical fool who threw away their potential. Who's to say what potential another human being truly has, only that person can determine that.

Hermits and guru's are not in fashion anymore, now they are thrown to the wind as the refuse of society. Stepping outside of the equation however may allow the end result (or what it should be) to come into focus. Perhaps that's the only way, or maybe buying into what everyone else says is. But haven't we been told not to do that?

-redbishopII

Echos of My Everything

I can hear the music far away, pounding in my brain. The anguished screams of tortured souls throughout the world who are and are nothing more. We desperately long to be a part of this thing called life, yet cannot find a way to express anything more than the merest fraction of what we feel. We are the echoes of your everything, the emotional repositories of a species. What we feel would destroy you where you stand.

We believe in humanity, in its greatness for all things, love, kindness, hope and even cruelty. We see your potential and have no idea how to spur you to the greatness that you could be, the greatness that you should be.

We feel the pain, anguish, love, hope and desires of you all. We cry with you, laugh with you, pine with you and die with you, yet are not a part of you at all. We are observers, the shadows in the rain. We are your echoes, and we know so much that you seem to not.

Why do we keep believing in you when throughout the course of our immortal existence you repeatedly refuse to recognize your own potential?

We are your everything, we are the one's who sing. We are your echoes, your shadows, your sentimental fools, your poets, dreamers, artists and occasionally your dictators. We are the immortal essence of your lives, we are your gods, your demons.



We continue on, always seeing, always hoping. We have found the truth of our existence, it is that we are fascinated by yours. We hate you and despise you, but ultimately we have come to love you, though you do not realize our existence, ours is bound to yours on an intimate level.

We are the echoes of your everything, we watch, we love, we sing.

-redbishopII

Random Musings of a De-oxygenated Brain

No matter how depressed, suicidal, or sad I feel, I always stumble upon a song that fits my feelings completely. What does that say about the human race? What does it say about me?

Politicians are a result of over-population, so is global warming.

Religious views are geological, where you are born determines your god.

Groups of atoms are molecules, groups of molecules are cells, groups of cells are tissues, are organs, are creatures, are societies. To be a world we must become a group of societies, unique yet united.

The weak and lazy want the strong to defend them, failing at this they create a religion.

Language is the artist's playground, the mind's canvas has no bounds.

Life, 80 some years of consciousness on a speck of dust in a universe you know nothing about.

Speeding tickets are like hot dates, you can brag about them to your friends.

If I punch you I risk breaking the bones in my fingers, if I strike you with the base of my palm I eliminate that risk and maximize the damage potential. Lesson learned, the method is as important as the action.

-redbishopII