The Jewel

It has been said that eyes are the window to the soul. I know this to be true because I have seen straight into yours. The beauty of a sunset could not even begin to compare to what I see in you. When your soft fingers brush against my face it feels like a jolt of electricity and when you into my eyes it is all I can do to stay standing. And just when I am foolish enough to try to earn your love your actions remind me that is just simply not possible. You are like a gem I have found in a wasteland. Beautiful, precious, rare, and amazing in every way. Only this gem chose me when I picked her up; this rare pearl of a immeasurable worth. The way you walk is as a gentle breeze dances from place to place ever gracefully and beautifully stirring. To say that you are some sort of angel would be wrong. Nay, an angel couldn't command such awe and admiration from me. You have a feminine grace that no angel could ever hope to match.

A Love Unconditional

Your gaze penetrates to my soul and I feel naked. You peel back any mask I have ever put on and you see the real me. This is the moment I have dreaded and yet I see no scorn. I see no disgust. I only see love and hope and understanding. What I feared was only the cold lie of another. No, I now feel your warm, loving arms enveloping me in an embrace that will never truely end. I feel my cheek touch yours and the painful memories are washed away. How can you love me, I wonder, but… I know. I know, but will never be able to really understand.

On the Flaws of Fathers

Today I took my little sister and a friend of ours into town to run an errand and to hang out a bit. My little sister doesn't get out that much and neither does our friend. Stopped by a local book shop and picked up the Federalist. It was composed by three authors; Alexander Hamilton, James Madison, and John Jay. I started to read the first of the Essays and I wasn't able to get through the first page before I was compelled to start writing down my thoughts on what was written. I took the first one or two sentences and rewrote them in my own words and started to expound upon them with of course my own thoughts. That first paragraph really got me thinking. Right about now my friend, Maggie, is rolling her eyes; yes, Maggie, I know, dangerous.

What constitutes the constitution is very much influential upon the very fate of the Union. This amazing experiment shall show (I hope) if the fate of the ruling class is fixed to be continuously corrupt. After 234 years we seem to have found ourselves at an even more precarious edge. There are those who are intent, or at least seem to be intent, upon violating the freedoms and liberties that we have already fought, died, and killed for.

"The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots & tyrants."

Thomas Jefferson wrote this in a letter to a gent by the name of William Smith. Let us ponder for a moment just how true these words are.

No, really, I mean think about it a bit.

Good, now that you have I will tell you that I believe these words to be true. Honestly, I have come to deeply and utterly hate this well known sentence for how true its words are. The killing of another human being is most abhorrent. The idea that one would have to take such drastic action for such a cause in such an occasion that it is the only viable option shows that a pitiful path had been previously chosen to reach such a climax. Should one pursue political liberty at such a cost? Due to a deification of this nation's founders and that ever pervasive and cunning deception many and perhaps most would believe that it should be. I hold it to be true that and certain that such an end even if achieved would not justify such deplorable means, but also that this metal of truth be tempered by the even more shunned idea of familial responsibility. There are many thoughts I am sure on what one's responsibilities are concerning family. I am, of course, speaking of the defense of the family in general. In my case I see this responsibility extend past those I am related to by blood and farther still than even those I consider friends. I mean to say that those even who I do not know being innocent to a reasonable extent are held in this "circle" that also includes my family and friends. This as a matter of course is pointing toward the singular right to bear arms, but that alone is not what I would focus on for now. Rather it is the idea that while it is wrong to kill for political liberty it is as equally heinous to abandon one's family to be slaughtered by the wolves of poverty, perversion, and violence. Granted, for the time being things are not so terrible that such terms would apply to everyone, but is it not in the terrible times that we see things for as they truly are? Is it not the fire that purifies gold and rids it of its impurities? Is it reasonable to think that our actions will suddenly change for the better when the dark time comes? Those of you who would reply yes to that are fools of the worst sort. When situations intensify so do people's natures. They do not change. While such a change is not impossible it so rare that it is for all practical purposes. Taking this into consideration this idea of a balance between the preservation of general life at the cost of one's freedom and the preservation of the lives of one's family at the expense of those not so close and perhaps not so innocent is not to be thought of lightly. After thinking on this, and take heed my friends consider this well, I ask a question that many would hold as heretical, but of course never use such term. Were our founding fathers right in their rebellion towards the obvious tyrannical  King George the Third? Think on this.

Introduction?

I suppose that when I title this introduction I do not refer to you being introduced to me, but rather me being introduced to this whole blogging thing. I am doing this more or less as a journal. I have never been able to keep up with journals so my ability to stick with this is questionable to say the least. If I do manage to keep at this it may be a good thing for me. I think I have interesting thoughts, but just as everybody thinks themselves special my thoughts may be just as ordinary as the layman's. This I doubt though as I honestly believe that the majority of folks out there are willfully ignorant. Perhaps it would be better put to say that the larger end of the population is merely moving through life without thought to things of a deeper nature. I see the general public everyday and to come across a person who is not entirely focused on the objects that they perceive to be in front of them is rare. The very fact that the atoms composing what they are standing on are really mostly nothing is lost on them. The possibility that the things that matter most are not seen is totally lost on them. Them them them. I should give this ignorant public a personification; at least so that I may simplify my speech on here. Hence forth people of such an apathetic, ignorant, and/or idiotic manner she be referred to as Madame Moron as the larger portion of people I deal with are middle aged females. And on that note might I rant a bit? Today I encountered a presumably married woman who many would consider quite attractive. Make no mistake, she was, but the cut of her blouse, if one were to use that ha to describe such an article of clothing, was so incredibly low that all other male eyes were venturing below her face. I understand that is the norm for today, but would it kill her to show a modicum of modesty? Am I the only one here that finds such a display so irritating? I am sure that this is coming off as self-righteous, but is it so much to ask that a woman take into account that there may be a guy out there that doesn't want to look at her chest? I suppose I will limit my complaining to that today. Perhaps I will talk about other things later on. I think I may be discussing everything from politics to philosophy to religion and everything among those. Though, in my opinion they are all very interconnected. Things are more connected than people realize. I may not see the man have a stroke across the street, but that does not mean that the ambulance will not slow traffic briefly. I may not even notice it, but that does not mean that such a connection exists. Well, I suppose those are enough thoughtful ramblings for tonight.