Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Wednesday, August 06, 2008

Love, love, love....


You know, I look around and I see pretty much the whole world in cahoots about love and romance.

It makes me smell a rat.

The media - "ain't love grand."
The family - "ain't love grand."
The peer-group - "ain't love grand."
The politicos - "ain't love grand."
Instinct - "ain't love grand."

And yet, by far the second most popular pastime, after we have finished tootling around telling all and sundry "That love thing yeah - it's just so damn grand isn't it..?" is... Trashing the opposite sex.

As much as men love women, we also, at times, seem to hate their fucking guts. And as much as women love men, they also, quite a lot of the time, seem to hate our fucking guts too.
...Continued...

Friday, August 01, 2008

Personal Reality.


What is the 'real' colour of an orange..? I'm a touch red/green colourblind - so my version of orange, and your version of orange is different. But as long as my 'orange' remains consistant from day to day, I can interact with it unimpaired. The question remains though - which orange, yours or mine, is more 'real'..?

Existance and reality are tricky terms. Common sense would dictate that "that which is real, exists" and equally, "that which is exists, is real."

Which leaves us exactly nowhere. Which makes me think of trees and falling and no-one being there. I dunno, perhaps I'm trying to edge toward "That which is noticed, exists", or "That which is real, leaves a mark somewhere."...Continued...