It’s been awhile. I don’t know what to write. I’ve thought about taking the long and lonely strides into the deepness of melancholic felicity, but I am just too tired to think about that stuff right now. The ephemeral wisps of eternal wonder that grace the soul in moments still are getting better at hide and seek as I make strides in mortal endeavors. Basically I’m more concerned with passing my classes and sleeping than spending time with the stars and not sleeping. I suppose it is a good thing.
But I still feel like I need to post something. Let’s see, there are important issues that need to be addressed, to be sure. So, I guess I could write of politics, giving my opinions while fighting for my ideals and try my hand at changing the world. But when I think of ISIS, abortion, gun control, I don’t see a playing field where everyone gets to put their two cents in and where rational discussion is welcomed. I see democrats vs. republicans. I see pro-life, vs. pro-choice. I see religion vs. science. I see an ocean of prejudice pervading the fabric of our society while those in power capitalize off of the ensuing animosity. So what is to be done? I wish I had some clever solution, and were I not simply exhausted all of the time I might have come up with one, but the truth is, I just don’t know what to do about all of that. Chaos is ensuing and I am letting it. Yet, I feel like passing my classes is, at least in some respect, a good excuse.
On a different note, I think it’s been 12:49 AM for the last forty-five minutes. Either the clock on my comput… Oh, look at that. It just became 12:50 AM. I’ve been eyeing the time ever since I realized that it seems like it (time) hasn’t been moving very fast. I think it’s because I am a Time Lord who hit his head and doesn’t remember who he is, time wrapping and warping around me like the ceiling of my Ford Aerostar doing a 110MPH going down the hill toward the Park City Ski Resort. Or I just hit my head. One or the other.
Anyway. I have sprained my foot filming for my next skate post and have been taking it easy for the last week or two. Easy, meaning, I am not skateboarding. But I was not not skating not before I caught the eye of a budding filmer who wanted to film me do a line (multiple tricks in a row… just in case that needed to be clarified) of which you can view on his channel here.
Back to figuring everything out. Maybe I could leave all of that mumbo jumbo to the politicians and patriots and write of interesting facts instead deflecting the imminent realities in pursuit of momentary intrigue. Like, I just found out that Neptune might have oceans of liquid diamond with icebergs of solid diamond covering its surface. Yes, I just wrote that sentence. Or maybe I could share my thoughts on the fascinating growing phenomenon of people who believe the world is flat. Seriously, there are people who “know” that it’s flat. I mean, you’d think that Eratosthenes’ triangulating the rays of sun with a stick and a water-well to calculate the circumference of the Earth would be sufficient enough to convince anyone of the curvature of the world. But no, because it turns out that if the Earth was flat and the sun wasn’t 93 million miles away but rather just a few thousand miles away you literally get the same results. So it turns out, that his calculations prove one of two things. Either the sun is 93 million miles away and spherical or it is three thousand miles away and flat. I promise you that anything you can think of to say that Earth is round, flat-earthers can explain it away. It is actually really fascinating to me.
Anyway, moving on. Actually, I have nothing else to say. The Church is true. The Earth is round. I don’t have any idea what this Dworkins fellow is talking about in Justice for Hedgehogs, and similarly I have no idea what to do about the impending apocalypse set to take place in thirty years. But I’ll figure that out a little later. I’m going to sleep. Good night.
Oh, I forgot to mention that Mad Max is a documentary sent back in time and presented as a fictional story to warn us of what is to come. I know this because I am a Time Lord. We have thirty years, apparently. Goodnight