I was walking down the road thinking that it would be nice to have someone give me a ride so I didn’t have to walk the four miles home after work at midnight. As I pressed on, I noticed an individual trying to start his truck. The starter whirred, sputtered, and then went silent. I felt this thought creep into my head as I passed by this truck. I wondered if his truck was a standard, then I wondered if push starting it would work. Remembering that it was midnight and I was to work at ten the next morning, after my walk home, I continued on a few more yards. Then I remembered that I was just wishing a car would stop and give me a ride home. Realizing that this was, no doubt, little difference to the wish I imagined this guy was running through his head. I realized that he must be hoping that God, Aliens, or even a stranger might magically appear from nowhere and start his car as if by magic.

I realized that I could be that stranger. I walked back and knocked on his window. Hesitantly, he rolled it down and I asked him if his truck was standard. He confirmed and I asked him if he knew how to push start one. He said he never heard of that before. I gave him instructions and pushed his car back while he turned it toward the more open area of the parking lot. I then pushed his truck and he followed my instructions and started the truck. He thanked me and drove away. I turned from the lot and continued onward, only loosing a mere ten minutes on my journey home. I thought about how good I felt, even though this deed did not grant me a ride home.

There was then a few thoughts that sprang to mind and I remembered that a friend of mine said that he didn’t believe in karma. It occurred to me that helping this fellow would lead to him getting home. This eventually would lead to him feeling less angry, stressed, or tired. Eventually, this ease of his mood would contact those he interacted with the next day. These people would then be less angry, dissatisfied, and/or punishing of his actions. In turn these people would also be less angry, stressed, etc. Eventually, this would effect ever person in the world and this one deed would multiply to elevate the earths population as a whole, even if this was a simply small elevation. This would include my deed returning to me, many times over through simple statistics. Granted, each of the people in this world would have a choice to use this deed, when it found them, to either continue the positivity or start their own blend of negativity. Essentially, my one deed would still affect my life in a more positive manner, as well as many others.

This being said, Karma IS real, and is not only real, but mathematically part of the universe.

Now, continuing this slightly further, does it not stand to reason that even knowing Karma to be fact, an individual must still have something to carry on this knowledge, even when they may not witness it first hand. The term here would be Faith. This being said, Faith is just as essential and a factually prominent part of the growth of the universe as is Karma. (In a simple mathematically based reasoning.)

In conclusion, Faith and Karma are both real, vital, and essential for happiness, growth, and progression of the entire planet. Also, with a little deeper contemplation, for the entire universe as we know it.

 Why is it that when you find someone that you really, REALLY, think is awesome, you also usually find that they are not at all interrested in you? Is it because we are not good enough? Perhaps they just can’t see that you are? Maybe a lack of communication? I have learned that people make friends and like peole that have the characteristics of what they would like to be. With that logic, the reaso…n why you like people is because they are better than you, in your own opinion. So, everyone we really like, we feel lower than. Does that mean that with perfect self understanding and respect you will not truly like anyone? Hmm… None of this is any real priority in my life right now, however, when I do stop to think about it, it always makes me feel all sorts of random emotional and intellectual reactions. Irony, confusion, frustration, curiosity, bewilderment, and many other things…

  As to my previous literature vomit, and for those who can’t let a question be asked without worrying about my sanity, I have also found that the more I learn to love myself, the more I am learning to love everything. With that, I deduce the facts that true like, love, is only found through the continual progress made by an individual to love him/herself. If this is true, then that means that Love …itself never ends untill you know everything there is to know about yourself. An endless task or not, it redefines the definition of love, in my eyes, as an entirely endless notion. For I learn about myself everyday, and love it when I do. I can’t even imagine what I will know about myself in 20 years much less through my whole life. Interresting or what? 

If the last two posts hold any heft in truth, then hate, being the opposite of love, is only someone lying to themself about either their problem or someone else’s problem, through either clouded frustration and miscommunication, or a lack of knowledge and understanding of the other side of the story. If this is true, and I know this is a lot of …if’s (My opinion, take it or leave it), then all hate is lies, and all lies are not true, therefore, Hate itself is a lie. Therefor, the only people who hate, are liars unto themselves. Thus, Love is truth, and consequently, love is knowledge. I conclude that if I work to love every aspect of myself, I will love everything. Eventually I will have a lust for all knowledge of everything that I love, and I will be driven more than ever to be knowledgeable. In turn, I will love myself more and this spiral will continue till I either die, or become godly in both knowledge and my ability to have true love of everything, including myself, or both. That is the basis of my new life, my new perspective, and my overall goals in this life or any other. Simply put, its illogical to hate. My addiction… Hi, I’m Clayton, and I am addicted to knowledge. Who needs another?

All these enlightening thoughts because a girl didn’t like me… Don’t you love how every bad thing turns out to be a good thing given enough time? ^_^

And there you have it. Who’s the cooky freaks now? Us, We who believe in the unbelievable? Or them, they who believe that it is impossible?

There are valleys of your face and oceans of your skin that enfold the depth of my mind and tear the corners of reality’s tapestry. I never knew a man. I never faced his legacy. The boy was always quicker and his melody was fierce.

To the depths of this coil, I make a toast of lost time. With tomorrow’s face I push forward without voice. Time eats my feet as they penetrate mountains of pubescence, washing away layers of crust molded by false confidence.

There once was a boy, an adolescent child, whose feet did toil and bore oblivion against the tide. The Tide, whose face was soft and her song blew peace across the shore, ate the child’s feet and wept in his flavor. Time drew by.

There is no tale that does end sweet, there is no tide that stays. Some may say that one must make the world what they yearn. I must lack the heart and soul of forcing that good here. I must lack the heart and soul of forcing that good here.

What can I do when every choice I make pushes you? Like struggling in quicksand, I cannot move. So I sit right here, and wait for time to swallow me down. I hope it chokes on my collar bone and spits me out. Without you I’d give it all and yet I am stuck here. Please give me grease for my toes and let it flush me through. I could never feel right about hurting you.

I peck at myself for the seed of your existence is more than enough, to push me on, through the daft, the faint, and the rough. I push you down, only to walk away, but though the face of a new tomorrow beckons, I will only live through today.

Clayton Morrison

“In truth, there are two kinds of people in this world. There are good guys and there are assholes. Good guys live shorter lives, and are never happy. But there is such thing as a polite asshole…”

A quote from a psychologyst that told me I was sane.