Pyro
Bluelighter
Note: I like how I get my own icon 
The little pyro icon. hehehe. Tells you how old skool I is.
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So I was sitting and thinking that nothing is inherently evil. That all things just are, and just exist. It is how we approach and use these things in our lives, that cause the problems.
Evil is a strong word anyways.
Ever notice how everyone is so afraid to use it?
Moderation is the key. Here is a broken piece of the puzzle. Just another sample of my thoughts. Just another piece of my mind. Like a pine needle on a pine tree. A molecule in the compound. A scentence in the book. A grain on the beach. A moment in the forever.
If drugs were not illegal, I would be the first Christian to use them. How odd? Seems that way, until you explore moderation and the gift of God. Until you explore, you are but a ship on the stormy ocean tide, without a sail. You go where the waves intend you to go, and they have no rhyme or reason. Eventually you will hit the coast, but what coast? Where are you?
Where was I back then? Where was I as I indulged recklessly in the pleasure of hedonistic imperative? I was spinning around under the ceiling fan in the front room, looking wonderously at the choppiness of the fan blades.
Where am I now? Now I have grabbed hold of the fan. Now I am the fan. I am the electricity that drives the fan. I am the machinery that makes it all come together.
Yet still, I am nothing without moderation.
Sometimes I have to turn the fan off.
What am I talking about? Simply life! Don't you understand? Don't you feel me? I know I must be making sense, because of how eloquent I feel. I feel, therefore I am, correct? Or not? What am I talking about? Where am I? I feel so frightened and my stomach hurts.
The world is spinning around me and now I am nausious. There is so much that I do not know, but a second ago I knew everything. How can that be? It must be a devilish trick someone or something is trying to pull on me! Can't injure the 'ol pride, now can we? I'm sure I must have known everything back at that moment in time...
I must return! I must go back there and try to take back the brilliance I had at that moment! I must take LSD AGAIN
AND AGAIN
AND AGAIN
AND AGAIN
AND AGAIN
AND AGAIN
Until I ... what is this I? What is this concept of self? What is the definition of "Is"? Only Bill Clinton was able to explain it to me. Bill Clinton probably does LSD TOO!
Pyro - Tim
The little pyro icon. hehehe. Tells you how old skool I is. -------------------------
So I was sitting and thinking that nothing is inherently evil. That all things just are, and just exist. It is how we approach and use these things in our lives, that cause the problems.
Evil is a strong word anyways.
Ever notice how everyone is so afraid to use it?
Moderation is the key. Here is a broken piece of the puzzle. Just another sample of my thoughts. Just another piece of my mind. Like a pine needle on a pine tree. A molecule in the compound. A scentence in the book. A grain on the beach. A moment in the forever.
If drugs were not illegal, I would be the first Christian to use them. How odd? Seems that way, until you explore moderation and the gift of God. Until you explore, you are but a ship on the stormy ocean tide, without a sail. You go where the waves intend you to go, and they have no rhyme or reason. Eventually you will hit the coast, but what coast? Where are you?
Where was I back then? Where was I as I indulged recklessly in the pleasure of hedonistic imperative? I was spinning around under the ceiling fan in the front room, looking wonderously at the choppiness of the fan blades.
Where am I now? Now I have grabbed hold of the fan. Now I am the fan. I am the electricity that drives the fan. I am the machinery that makes it all come together.
Yet still, I am nothing without moderation.
Sometimes I have to turn the fan off.
What am I talking about? Simply life! Don't you understand? Don't you feel me? I know I must be making sense, because of how eloquent I feel. I feel, therefore I am, correct? Or not? What am I talking about? Where am I? I feel so frightened and my stomach hurts.
The world is spinning around me and now I am nausious. There is so much that I do not know, but a second ago I knew everything. How can that be? It must be a devilish trick someone or something is trying to pull on me! Can't injure the 'ol pride, now can we? I'm sure I must have known everything back at that moment in time...
I must return! I must go back there and try to take back the brilliance I had at that moment! I must take LSD AGAIN
AND AGAIN
AND AGAIN
AND AGAIN
AND AGAIN
AND AGAIN
Until I ... what is this I? What is this concept of self? What is the definition of "Is"? Only Bill Clinton was able to explain it to me. Bill Clinton probably does LSD TOO!
Pyro - Tim
