(Watch on PopSci)
There's always so much talk about apple pie and baseball near Independence Day, but I don't like either of those things. And having practically lived inside the Internet for the last few years, I can tell you that most people are more impressed with 1.) explosions, 2.) slow-motion video and 3.) pictures of cats. Two out of three ain't bad. This is from PopSci, where they blow things up for science. http://www.popsci.com/science/article/2011-06/celebrating-fourth-july-ultra-slow-motion
I sure hope that doesn't give anybody ideas of producing slow motion videos of exploding cats!
heh! (sort of)
Vicariously I live while the whole world dies
You all need it too, don't lie" - Vicarious, Tool
"Dirty little secrets
Dirty little lies
We got our dirty little fingers in everybody's pie
We love to cut you down to size
We love dirty laundry" - Dirty Laundry, Don Henley
Death, destruction, explosions, hell! Oh yeah! We love it.
I saw some fireworks last night while on the street. But I am not in denial of my own tendency to prefer destruction. Not for anyone's sake but my own; I chose to look at a brick wall, and avert my eyes from the show. Perhaps it makes no sense to anyone but me, but as it only pertains to me, it doesn't have to. Nevertheless, I'm trying to explain why I feel that way, even to people who are overawed by graphic displays and highly unlikely to empathize with me. I wouldn't equate such a situation to an ivory tower, if you agreed with me, I would have nothing over you. Enlightening you completely undermines my own superiority. Yet, to even think of myself this way is a mind-job, I don't want to be the lone and undervalued but morally superior guru. Not my bag at all, I don't want to be anything. I'm just doing what I do when I have no goals. Which can be said otherwise as "I'm not seeking my own glory, but the glory of the one who sent me [God]." Again, however, this "messiah" complex of concepts is egotistical garbage, I don't want to be seen as that unless that is what I really am, and then I don't want any adoration or fame. I want all that to go upstairs. Which is exactly what Jesus wanted and didn't get. What Krishna wanted and didn't get. Instead they were made into Gods. So all of this which you call my ivory tower, is more like a firey furnace from my perspective. The more I am revered the more I fail. People will want to love or hate me, despite my calling them to transcend love and hate. If you've got it all figured out, I'd love to hear it, my head is spinning with the nature of these things. I'm rather content to be in this situation, say, more content than Vancouver was when the Canucks lost to Boston. Nevertheless, I'd like to know if there is any other way. Without becoming another electric sheep, dreaming.