When a traveling sage dies...
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There are people and musicians and storytellers and muses that elucidate the why and wherefore about life. These people, like rays of light through a windowpane, brighten and warm the area that they cover.
And somedays you hear of those citizens' of the world passing away, even taking their own lives.
I always wonder on that last thought what were the conditions that were so unbearable that ending off the cycle of life was necessary. Surely, we aren't at war (at least in our own country) and our liberty nor our personal freedoms aren't at stake. Torture and cruelty are left to corporations, of which these old souls are usually far from. And more importantly, we have the space to make whatever we like - the essence of the "American Dream". How real that dream is always of course at debate, but lest an act of violence or cruelty unimaginable exists, what is the deal with suicide? There are far more with far worse who still survive and persevere.
The first place I like to look at, when these people come on in the media and say another one has bitten the dust, is at the consorts and "comrades" and supports of these individuals. Who the hell is around this person such that life is continually unbearable, un-breathable.
Well, let's look at the latest development...
Mr. Smith stabbed himself with a knife to the chest. He was admitted to a hospital where, within the next several hours he passed away of a self-inflicted knife wound. Father and girl are of psychologist and psychiatrist variety, he sings on sad tales with beautiful melancholy and he lives in Los Angeles.
Now one of these items stands out like a sore thumb... Can you guess which one?
I am tired of saying goodbye to people that uplift, in their own way, the moral and culture identity of the country, the planet I live in.
I think it's high time for a riotous creativity, a deluge of prolific writers, artists, musicians, philosophers, humanitarians, sculptors, painters, animators, comics, actors, singers, songwriters, banjo players, japanese script writers, and all else who want to start the grassroots forest fire that is a Renaissance.
Operation: Renaissance Infinitum
There are people and musicians and storytellers and muses that elucidate the why and wherefore about life. These people, like rays of light through a windowpane, brighten and warm the area that they cover.
And somedays you hear of those citizens' of the world passing away, even taking their own lives.
I always wonder on that last thought what were the conditions that were so unbearable that ending off the cycle of life was necessary. Surely, we aren't at war (at least in our own country) and our liberty nor our personal freedoms aren't at stake. Torture and cruelty are left to corporations, of which these old souls are usually far from. And more importantly, we have the space to make whatever we like - the essence of the "American Dream". How real that dream is always of course at debate, but lest an act of violence or cruelty unimaginable exists, what is the deal with suicide? There are far more with far worse who still survive and persevere.
The first place I like to look at, when these people come on in the media and say another one has bitten the dust, is at the consorts and "comrades" and supports of these individuals. Who the hell is around this person such that life is continually unbearable, un-breathable.
Well, let's look at the latest development...
Mr. Smith stabbed himself with a knife to the chest. He was admitted to a hospital where, within the next several hours he passed away of a self-inflicted knife wound. Father and girl are of psychologist and psychiatrist variety, he sings on sad tales with beautiful melancholy and he lives in Los Angeles.
Now one of these items stands out like a sore thumb... Can you guess which one?
I am tired of saying goodbye to people that uplift, in their own way, the moral and culture identity of the country, the planet I live in.
I think it's high time for a riotous creativity, a deluge of prolific writers, artists, musicians, philosophers, humanitarians, sculptors, painters, animators, comics, actors, singers, songwriters, banjo players, japanese script writers, and all else who want to start the grassroots forest fire that is a Renaissance.
Operation: Renaissance Infinitum
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