I write not as a Teacher or Prophet
I write as a Scholar, Monk or Wonderer;

Not as one who has attained,
but as one who is attaining;

Perhaps fellow Wonderers
make the best Teachers.

Teaching by example
doesn't seem to work so well
in so self-absorbed a World as ours.

**** Smartphones.
They're ******* stupid.
Orwellian and Oedipal.

I had intended to write something profound,
but you know how that goes.

Don't do
what people would like you to,
do
what it is that you like.

That's all that matters.

The people who still want to be around you
will be genuine friends that way.

**** the rest:
we have no time for it
as mortals.

Testify thy Self.

Friends, enemies, angels, demons, and Gods alike:
I have but a simple request of thee: (however redundant it may well be)
forget not to drink Water!

For
't'is an acid in basic environments
and a base in acidic environments;
't'is comprised of two of the most explosively energetic elements
and 't'is the foundation upon which many systems operate
and 't'is the medium through which many systems facilitate.

'T'is pure crystalline goodness
for these, our crystalline bodies;
and, I find, the chances are
't'will only be of benefit to thee
to drink some more of it!

So, my advice is:
do it: drink it deep
if, indeed, ye can.
For,
thou art fortunate
if such be the case
and it's straight-up ******' irreverent
to ignore such an extreme gift.

When it is there,
't'is there for thee;
't'will nourish thee.

Give thanks to it
as well as for it.

Hydrate,
it feels great.
It can be a cure-all
for even the worst moods.

Some mint, some lemon,
maybe some solid water polyhedrons,
should ye encounter such need
for diminished thermal states.

Though, warm water is absorbed more readily.

The moral here is merely
to respect what thy Body needs,
both mentally and physically:
't'is thy vessel;
't'is owed thy respect:
't'is what gives thee Time,
and it is good to give back.

Just so you know, dear Girl,
I can't read your messages
if I wanted to:
THAT PAGE IS NOT CURRENTLY VISIBLE.

I can't view your page
if I wanted to:
THAT PAGE IS NOT CURRENTLY VISIBLE.

I can't text you or call you
if I wanted to:
I deleted your number a number of months ago.

Sorry, but not really.
I just wanted you to be able to know
if you wanted to
that I've tried to read your new stuff
that I've tried to read your messages
and I've tried to send you a message back,
however, that page is not currently visible.

Know that I don't hate you
and I don't begrudge you, per se,
it's just that I haven't been able to stand even the thought of you.

I don't think of you as a *****.
I thought you were a very cool person.
That's part of what made it hurt so bad.

I know we're both young.
I know we made mistakes.
I don't wish you ill.

To me, a lot is based on Respect
and you made it impossible
for me to respect you
for a little while.

Perhaps that will change someday.
Perhaps we will bump into each other sometime.
Perhaps we could become friends once more
and see where it goes,
but don't get your hopes up
because that page
is currently not visible.

"Is it just me, or..?"

Two for the price of None!

"If they were mine to give you," he began,
"I'd give you that one, so we could all have one."

"If they weren't mine to give you," he proceeded,
"I'd recommend that you take that one anyway, so we could all have one."

The power of Averages,
it means a lot
if you can
understand Means, a lot.

Assuming a Normal Distribution,

A Standard Deviation, or σ
defines where about 68% of the data falls;
roughly 34% above and below the Mean.

Two Standard Deviations
defines where a further 28% of data lies;
14% above and below 1σ and -1σ.

Positive 1-Sigma is one Standard Deviation above the Mean
Negative 1-Sigma is one below;
The range from -2σ to 2σ includes  96% of data.
The implications are astounding.

Within 3 Standard Deviations, one finds 99.7% of the data;
Within 4σ, 99.9%, 5σ, 99.999%,
the remainder are generally outliers and other improbable results.

To illustrate:

Suppose we had a group of 100 people,
and we wish to determine average height:
If our Mean height ends up being, say, 180 cm,
with a Standard Deviation of 20cm,
We can suppose that of 100 people, on average,
with a certain Margin of Error that is inversely proportionate to our Sample Size, or n
(for sake of argument, the Probable Error, or γ, is 13.49cm)

4 are taller than 220cm
14 are between 200cm and 220cm
68 are between 160cm and 200cm
14 are from 140cm to 160cm
4 are shorter than 140cm
--

Statistics is the parent of Probability;
Statistics is the Art and Science of Forecast,
Statistics paves the way for modern Science
Statistics is a powerful weapon in the fight against Ignorance
Statistics, however, are generally and intentionally misrepresented and thus misunderstood.

For increasingly accurate figures,
one must have a larger Sample Size
and a Sample group that is a representative subgroup
of the Whole

This is intentionally abused
by most of the News
you read or see each day on Paper and Screens alike.

If a "Statistical analysis" does not include at least
Margin of Error or Probable Error,
Mean (Average), Standard Deviation, and Sample Size
do not take it as accurate.

Depending on the source,
it could even be deliberately malicious.

Arm yourself with Knowledge.

The Artist
is one who is not satisfied by the lies of society
nor have they ever been,
nor will they ever be.

The Artist
is one who reflects back the so carelessly discarded toxins of society
so has it always been,
so shall it always be.

The Artist
is not satisfied with what has been created, no matter the beauty
so must it be
for more beauty to be made.

The Artist
is not one for rules and regulations
nor is he one for Authority
unless that authority is the Creative.

The Artist
is the harbinger of God
not in that he is of a particular religion,
but in that he reflects the Divinity of reality
even if in his own twisted, satirical way.

The Artist
is one who is compelled to imagine;
who is compelled to challenge the norms
as well as the taboos
of their time

The Artist
is a Prophet
of the Godself.

Do what you love,
not what you think you are "supposed to do."

Different People regard Theatrics in different ways.
Theatrics, to me, are a celebration of mere existence, in ways.

Some people never seem to gain an appreciation for Theatrics.
Most save their Theatrics for special occasions, or vicariously bask in those of others.
Few embody their own Theatrics; identify with them, live through them.

The way I see it,
each day can be a reason to celebrate
with nicer than normal attire
for seemingly no good reason
or wearing some theatrical eyeliner
or to move with a bit of a dance from A to B
or to incorporate whatever combination of aspects
of theatrical expression.

You see, Theatrics, to me,
are a means for expression,
and, as an Artist,
nothing else can matter more
on a personal level
than expressing what it is
I have in my Mind.

Theatrics
needn't be restrained
merely to the Stage,
for the World is a Stage
and we're all playing our parts
so we may as well have a little fun
and celebrate each moment
with our own styles
of Theatrics.

But,
that said,
everything in moderation.

There is an inherent discrepancy
'twixt the World in One's Mind
and the World that simply Is.

That is, however,
no intrinsically bad thing.
For, I find, that the world Within
needs the world Without,
though they inderdepend
and thus are not mutually exclusive.

There needs to be a discrepancy
for the pressures, as it were,
to have any room or excuse
to neutralize:
to move towards equilibrium;
however,
it is not linear,
nor is it parabolic:

this, I believe,
is where Calculus
becomes a valid allegory
for Life,
itself.

If something seems too difficult to achieve,
it is probably worth doing.

The truest Creativity
seeks to solve problems.
Not only the problems of one's self,
but the problems of anyone else, as well;

For the truly Creative
realize the illusion
of separation.

If One
were to
adhere to
Spirit of the Law
rather than
Letter of the Law,
then,
the Devil
would be
within One's self
rather than
in the Words
set forth
with spite
and catalyzed
by fear.

But, then,
we each
would need
to take on
dreaded
responsibility
for our own
personal
philosophies
and actions.

Oh, woe!

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and
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We are all capable of so much more than we think.
Most people never scratch the surface of what they're capable of.

Expertise is relative.
Expertise doesn't come from a piece of paper.

Life is richest when we become good at a lot of different things.
“Know-it-all,” “Jill of all trades,” and “renaissance man” are compliments.

Life is an experiment.

You don't have to wait for permission,
and you don't need anyone else to grant you status.

It's not about being the world's greatest expert.
It's about being expert enough to accomplish your goals.

The more you use creativity, the more you get.

Brilliance lies within each of us.
Follow your passion.

Go now. Live. Play. Explore.
*Learn* more. Do more. Be more.

Only so much can be communicated:
One must acknowledge the limitations of language
and embrace the fact that certain things
simply cannot be conveyed.

Communication is a reflection of a broken mirror;
Perception is a broken mirror's interpretation.

To perceive communication is to reflect upon a distorted reflection's further distorted reflection.

Somewhere in your wardrobe, I'd be willing to bet
There's a t-shirt probably bearing the silhouette of Che Guevara

He was revolutionary, yeah, he wore a cool hat
But behind the design I think you might find it's not quite as simple as that

Che was a bit of a homophobe, Che was a bit of a homophobe,
I think... apparently.. who knows?
Che was a bit of a homophobe, Che was a bit of a homophobe

This is my song in defence of the fence
A little sing along, a anthem to ambivalence
The more you know, the harder you will find it
To make up your mind, it, doesn't really matter if you find
You can't see which grass is greener
Chances are it's neither, and either way it's easier
To see the difference, when you're sitting on the fence

Somewhere in your house, I'd be willing to bet
There's a picture of that grinning hippy from Tibet - the Dalai Llama

He's a lovely, funny fella, he gives soundbites galore
But let's not forget that back in Tibet, those funky monks used to **** the poor, yeah

And the Buddhist line about future lives is the perfect way to stop the powerless rising up
And he tells the poor they will live again, but he's rich now so it's easy for him to say

I'm taking the stand in defense of the fence
I got a little band playing anthems to ambivalence
We divide the world into terrorists and heroes
Into normal folk and weirdos
Into good people and ****'s
Into things that give you cancer and the things that cure cancer
And the things that don't cause cancer, but there's a chance they will cause cancer in the future
We divide the world to stop us feeling frightened
Into wrong and into right and
Into black and into white and
Into real men and fairies
Into status quo and scary
Yeah we want the world binary, binary
But it's not that simple.

And your dog has a bigger carbon footprint than a four wheel drive
Yea your dog has a bigger carbon footprint than a four wheel drive
And your dog has a bigger carbon footprint than a four wheel drive
And so does your baby, maybe you oughta trade HIM in for a Prius-
ROCK!

I'm taking the stand in defence of the fence
I got a little band playing tributes to ambivalence
We divide the world into liberals and gun-freaks
Into atheists and fundies
Into tee-tot'lers and junkies
Into chemical and natural
Into fictional and factual
Into science and supernatural
But it's actually naturally not that white and black

You'll be
Dividing us into terrorists and heroes
Into normal folk and weirdos
Into good people and pedos
Into things that give you cancer and the things that cure cancer
And things that don't cause cancer, but there's a chance they will cause cancer in the future
We divide the world to stop us feeling frightened
Into wrong and into right and
Into black and into white and
Into real men and fairies
Into parrots and canaries
Yeah we want the world binary, binary - 011101!

The more you know, the harder you will find it
To make up your mind, it doesn't really matter if you find
You can't see which grass is greener
Chances are it's neither, and either way it's easier
To see the difference
Cause it's not that simple...

Do it not for application;
do it for the fun of it
and application shall follow.

What's newer than Now?
The Future:
It's like Negative time!

Now there's an Idea;
what if Time equals zero at "Now"
and increases in absolute value in both directions;
Past being positive
Future being negative?

The only thing
that is more important
than learning from History
is making History.

Waking up
in the middle of the night
to a piece of glass
stuck
in my left hand;
not that I broke, but that girl-
you know the type:
the one that screams and yells
the one that says I disrespect her
as she holds my reins
and has my chains
the girl who sells me short
to whom I sacrifice so much of myself,
and who sacrifices so much of herself
and yet it isn't working,
no matter how much compromise
to me,
it doesn't seem healthy
yet she says she loves me
but when I am just me
it starts a fight
and since I refuse to fight
it only fuels the plight.

This glass draws blood-
it is all over the bed
(the glass, not the blood.. yet)
yet I would rather sleep with it
than I would with her;
for the glass is far more
welcoming
and accepting;
thus can one say
the glass doth love me for me more!

Shoveling Pseudoinformation to the Ignorant in the form of Speculation

"*******! The Internet is a massive non-physical Las Vegas."

If you look at the states of things,
it becomes obvious to the Thinker
where their priorities are.

They do it
if they seek it.

Cognitive dissonance is the Jazz of Philosophy.

Be kind in the face of hostility:
the show is the best on Earth!