To Whom It May Concern...

I'm sorry but I don't want to be an Emperor - that's not my business - I don't want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone if possible, Jew, gentile, black man, white. We all want to help one another, human beings are like that.

We all want to live by each other's happiness, not by each other's misery. We don't want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone and the earth is rich and can provide for everyone.

The way of life can be free and beautiful.

But we have lost the way.

Greed has poisoned men's souls - has barricaded the world with hate; has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed.

We have developed speed but we have shut ourselves in: machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical, our cleverness hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little: More than machinery we need humanity; More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost.

The aeroplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men, cries out for universal brotherhood for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world, millions of despairing men, women and little children, victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people. To those who can hear me I say "Do not despair".

The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress: the hate of men will pass and dictators die and the power they took from the people, will return to the people and so long as men die [now] liberty will never perish...

Soldiers - don't give yourselves to brutes, men who despise you and enslave you - who regiment your lives, tell you what to do, what to think and what to feel, who drill you, diet you, treat you as cattle, as cannon fodder.

Don't give yourselves to these unnatural men, machine men, with machine minds and machine hearts. You are not machines. You are not cattle. You are men. You have the love of humanity in your hearts. You don't hate - only the unloved hate. Only the unloved and the unnatural. Soldiers - don't fight for slavery, fight for liberty.

In the seventeenth chapter of Saint Luke it is written " the kingdom of God is within man" - not one man, nor a group of men - but in all men - in you, the people.

You the people have the power, the power to create machines, the power to create happiness. You the people have the power to make life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure. Then in the name of democracy let's use that power - let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world, a decent world that will give men a chance to work, that will give you the future and old age and security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power, but they lie. They do not fulfil their promise, they never will. Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people. Now let us fight to fulfil that promise. Let us fight to free the world, to do away with national barriers, do away with greed, with hate and intolerance. Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men's happiness.

Soldiers - in the name of democracy, let us all unite!

Look up! Look up! The clouds are lifting - the sun is breaking through. We are coming out of the darkness into the light. We are coming into a new world. A kind new world where men will rise above their hate and brutality.

The soul of man has been given wings - and at last he is beginning to fly. He is flying into the rainbow - into the light of hope - into the future, that glorious future that belongs to you, to me and to all of us. Look up. Look up.

Cogito Ergo Sum

     Today i'm in a place i don't want to be, at a time that seems a little too late. Confined, but not isolated, perhaps like feeling alone in a crowd. But much like the eye of a storm, i feel i am smack in the middle of a hurricane, and the eerily calm state in my close proximity is fleeting, and fast.. Among a sea of  voices, a forest of thoughts, towering mountainous obstacles adorned with the stars and sky opening up to the universe that surrounds it, i feel i've just begun. Part of me doesn't like it when everything works out. Part of me knows that these are the days i'm supposed to be fighting these things out.

     From The darkness and uncertainty that extends out farther than my eyes could possibly see, i can create. The Lack of Structure or pre-conceived notions allow me to do so. Maybe this is why i don't sleep much. When the Sky is it's darkest, when the streets are empty, when the whole world seems deserted and all thats left is you... Voices, Thoughts and Obstacles met with a certain type of vulnerability leave the darkness as a means past the world that we see into a universe of  things we can accomplish.

     I think, therefor i am, I perceive, therefor i am perceived. The Storm is all around me, but created within my mind. Brainstorming if you will.

     

The Wall (incoherent ramblings)

     The best way life was ever described to me, was that in life, you stand in front of a wall. You can't get over the wall nor can you get around the wall. you have to push the wall back throughout your entire life. As you push the wall you have more perspective around you and behind you. The point is that you'll never see what's on the other side of the wall. But the experiences you can pull from, the people you meet and/or the ideals that brought you to this point are something to take note of. Take the things that drive you to be the best version of yourself and hold on to that perspective you've gained.

     This may sound myopic of me to say but it seems that a lot of the people i talk to have no real idea why they are the way they are. its like a bunch of characters in a story but not enough story-line to back them up.  Given it shouldn't be a totally conscious act or thought, but knowing a bit of where you started from and what you've really done with the time you've been alive has something to be said for it. Social status, safe and planned choices all have their limits. Forget all that stuff and be somebody worth remembering.

     The people i associate with on a regular basis are all very special people to me. Even some of the people I've just met as of recently. My friends are a part of my family and part of the motivation for me to keep pushing that wall. Good things and Bad things are going to happen whether we plan for it or not. so just keep pushing the wall and take care of your family. everything else will work itself out in the end.