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Ray Manzarek, the keyboardist from The Doors and coolest cat in the universe, died today of bile duct cancer. He was seventy-four.
Are you fucking kidding me man?
I’m sick of this already. Cancer is getting to be like the goddamn common cold.
But you know we can beat it, right?
If this great country of ours, with all of its wealth and ingenuity, decided to eradicate cancer, we would. It’s that simple.
In 1903, we were the first to fly. And just sixty-six years later, we landed on the moon.
How? We promised ourselves as a nation we would.
We are the lizard kings and if we want, we can do anything.
We just have to want it bad enough. We have to turn all attention to it. Even if it isn’t entirely profitable. But obviously, as of now, it isn’t a priority.
Hopefully our priorities will change soon.
Change before it’s too late.
It’s official – we’re in the goddamn Matrix.
I’m at Starbucks and the music is blasting. I can clearly hear it through my headphones and for the most part, it sucks.
So, I asked them if they can turn it don’t a notch. Without making eye contact, the girl behind the counter said, “Not during frappy hour.”
Frappy hour? Are you fucking kidding me man?
“Do not try to bend the spoon. For that is impossible. Only try to realize the truth: there is no spoon. Then you will see that it’s not the spoon that bends, but only yourself.”
(I swear, a woman wearing a red dress just walked in. Holy shit. A sign? Definitely.)
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9/11/11 – Ten Years Later – chapter 29
The majority of your worries are meaningless.
Yes, I’m talking to you. If I could grab you by the shirt, slam you against the wall and scream it in your face, I swear I would.
The majority…
of your worries…
ARE FUCKING MEANINGLESS!
Wait, did I just drop an F-bomb? You bet your ass I did.
How can I be so callous? How dare I be so insensitive?
I know what you’re thinking, “Gabe, you have no idea what I’m going through. Summer camp was so expensive and I my husband just sits on the couch and…”
And I hear someone else saying, “I’m pretty sure my boss is looking to replace me and my gym membership is expiring soon and…”
Shut up. Just shut up for a minute. I’m sorry to be so rude but since you and I go back a long way, I can’t allow you to lose so much perspective. To be honest, you sound pretty silly.
It’s only been ten years. Have you already forgotten?
Please step into my DeLorean. The flux-capacitor is fully charged and we just need to get this baby up to 88 mph.
(Lights flash, flaming tire marks)
It’s the morning of September 12th, 2001. You barely slept because you were watching the news all night. Your eyes burn from crying. The world is in chaos.
Maybe your daughter is dead. Or maybe it was a guy you went to high school with. Maybe you neighbor’s dad was on vacation but every member of his firehouse was crushed to death when Tower 2 collapsed.
You literally don’t have space in your brain to worry about what was plaguing you on September 9th. I know you’d trade this horror for the “problems” from a few days ago. You’d definitely be dealing with less regrets than you’re dealing with now. Maybe you just be a little bit nicer. A little bit more forgiving. A little bit more generous with your time.
And I have feeling the people who were murdered yesterday wouldn’t have taken their day-to-day so seriously if the knew how things were going to unfold.
(Lights flash, flaming tire marks)
Hey McFly, we’re back to the present. It’s September 11th, 2011. Hopefully this day will turn out to be just like it was yesterday and just like it will be tomorrow. Relatively uneventfully.
Did your new flat screen TV just break? Are you kids driving you nuts? Is your boyfriend a selfish idiot? Suck it up and go out there and live your life abundantly. Why? Because you have the opportunity to and Morty Frank, a good guy I went to high school with, doesn’t. He perished at the World Trade Center shortly after arriving to work that day.
Don’t be so selfish. Don’t be so greedy. Don’t be so angry. Don’t hold back your love. If you want to volunteer at an animal shelter and you actually have the time to, shut off the TV and make it happen.
Maybe your life has sucked up until this moment. Well, join the club. But there’s still time left to make your life extraordinary.
Did you ever think in a million years that 9/11 would happen? Then what the hell are you waiting for?
You don’t owe it to Morty Frank and you don’t owe it to the starving kids in Africa. You owe it to yourself.
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I’m sorry I’ve only recently realized this, but “Home” is one of the sweetest, sunniest, most perfect tunes I’ve ever heard.
What caused the delay in my discovery? C’mon man, you’re from Idol. And, well, you know…
Anyway…I listen to this song over and over again while I drive back and forth from Starbucks. Because it’s rock music, and because of the way my head is screwed on, I always assumed you were singing to a specific girl.
But tonight as I was in the car, my soul perked its ears up and it heard something completely different.
Maybe you’re not singing to a girl. Maybe it’s not even you singing in the song. Maybe, just maybe, it’s someone singing to you. Who? You know who.
God.
Listen to your lyrics:
Hold on, to me as we go
As we roll down this unfamiliar road
And although this wave (wave) is stringing us along
Just know you’re not alone
Cause I’m gonna make this place your home
Settle down, it’ll all be clear
Don’t pay no mind to the demons
They fill you with fear
The trouble it might drag you down
If you get lost, you can always be found
Just know you’re not alone
Cause I’m gonna make this place your home
Even if I’m wrong about this on the surface, I’m right.
Thank you for reminding us that we’re not alone,
gabe
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You bet your ass I do.
So, I post their work here and take credit for “discovering” them. This is from the blog JerseyJayne.com:
Space. The final frontier.
At the end of the journey to all of the previous frontiers, man encountered strangers. When the Neanderthal left the cave, he met Cro-Magnon. When the Greeks left the Mediterranean, they met Europeans. When Europeans searched for spice, they discovered the Asians. When Columbus sailed for India, he met… well, Indians.
And now our explorations take us beyond the solar system to search for other stars and life on other planets.
My first question is, What then?
What’s our plan if we locate a little speck of dust circulating around a little twinkle of light in the dark sky? What if we determine that on a unique ball of clay, the temperature is not scorching and the atmosphere isn’t poisonous gas? What do we do then?
While you ponder that…
Next question.
What if, after all of our searching and exploration, throughout all of the eons of time and vastness of space, there is no other place like this one?
What if this speck is the ONE with life on it? What if the magnificent diversity of our Earth is as good as it gets? What if everything else in this hot mess of a galaxy is just star stuff, and nothing else breathes?
Maybe the orchestral genius that it took to cool and heat, to crystallize and solidify, to grow and blossom, and to think and love ourselves here has only happened once. When you think about it, it’s a miracle there’s any life in this universe at all.
And yet, here we are – each of us – more rare and precious than stars… and certainly more accessible – traveling companions for whatever journey awaits.
So what if, the next time you look at a stranger – their eyes and smile, personality and character, unique in the universe of humanity – you see them with the same wondrous awe you have when gazing up at the night sky? And then treat them with mankindness.
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The Other Side Of Ugly)
Dear North Koreans,
I believe as members of the human race you could not sincerely support the actions of your government, just as many of the “we the people” in America do not like what the American government does. In many ways it is easy to feel that ones hands are tied, and in many ways they are.
But this is not why I am writing.
I’m writing because I wanted to say I’m sorry.
I’m sincerely sorry because I can only imagine that the vast majority of you are very frightened right now. Certainly I would be.
But please remember that you are noble members of the HUMAN RACE and ultimately answer to a higher source than any that exists on earth.
The people of Earth may come in many colors, sizes and shapes but all are free even if told otherwise ~ even when your hands are tied behind your backs.
While governments may take action that ultimately jeopardize the human body of the those whom they rule over, I just want you to know that they can never rule over any human truly.
Only you can rule over the “I” that lives inside of the beautiful tent called the human body.
Each of you exist for a reason. Each of you have a purpose. Each of you are glorious in your own right. Each of you are made up of the very same essence as that of stardust, allowing you to shine bright regardless of your circumstances.
Shine bright dear Korean people, know that you are loved.
Know that humanity as a whole remembers you in their thoughts and desires peace for you as much as for themselves.
There is one whom I love very much who reminds me daily that miracles are unfolding right now. Today you are being entrusted with the call to be the light in this often dark world … and whether you see it or not dear human, that’s the beauty of being one of life’s living miracles…
The world cares about your circumstances … and the beings of the world hope … we hope and we wont stop.
Love,
One Behalf of Many
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It’s very clear
Our love is here to stay ;
Not for a year
But ever and a day.
The radio and the telephone
And the movies that we know
May just be passing fancies,
And in time may go !
But, oh my dear,
Our love is here to stay.
Together we’re
Going a long, long way
In time the Rockies may crumble,
Gibralter may tumble,
There’re only made of clay,
But our love is here to stay.
–George Gershwin–
Turn off your mind, relax and float down stream,
It is not dying, it is not dying
Lay down all thought, surrender to the void,
Is it shining? Is it shining?
That you may see the meaning of within
It is being, it is being
Love is all and love is everyone
Is it knowing? Is it knowing?
That ignorance and hate may mourn the dead
It is believing, it is believing
But listen to the colour of your dreams
Is it not living, is it not living
Or play the game “Existence” to the end
Of the beginning, of the beginning
- Tomorrow Never Knows -
— The Beatles —
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