Why do the babies starve
When there's enough food to feed the world
Why when there're so many of us
Are there people still alone
Why are the missiles called peace keepers
When they're aimed to kill
Why is a woman still not safe
When she's in her home
Love is hate
War is peace
No is yes
And we're all free
But somebody's gonna have to answer
The time is coming soon
Admidst all these questions and contradictions
There're some who seek the truth
But somebody's gonna have to answer
The time is coming soon
When the blind remove their blinders
And the speechless speak the truth
~ Tracy Chapman ~
The words of the great Tracy Chapman truly do strike a note at the key of my blog here. Though it has laid here neglected for quite some months, it first came from the questions of love and anguish within my own heart, and those feeling have not left me since. For that reason, I have begun to post here again, and, today, I added on a new feature...
In the upper right hand corner of the page, there is an add automatically displayed. The thing about these adds you can put on your blog is that the blog owner gets money each time the add or link is clicked on. However, to keep with the ideas of this blog, I intend to instead give the money to various charities (Depending on how much money is raised through this... I suppose I could really use some readers first, no?). So, I ask you, if you are reading this, to please add comments so I know you're there... But to especially view the ads that are on this page.
Believe it or not, every little contribution really does help, and you are one click away from contributing, without paying so much as a dollar of your money.
~ Moose ~
Monday, March 19, 2007
Religion Leads to an Empty Road
If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the 'No's
On their vacancy signs
If there's noone beside you
When your soul embarks
I will follow you into the dark
~ Death Cab For Cutie ~
Religion is so often an uneasy paradox... That bright pink elephant reading hyms from over your shoulder, looming in a daunting, daring way as you so tediously ignore its taunts of defiance. Or is it more the questions this elephant poses in its nasaly voice as it speaks from beneath its massive trunk?
Why am I here?
What is God's will?
What is the meaning of life?
Yes, that age-old question to which all seek the answer, though we can never quite grasp it. Many of faith claim that this mortal life is our pathway to what comes at the end of it all. We are told by many of faith that 'God' gives us obstacles so that we can overcome them, that no mound of the very grains of inhumanity is insurmountable, that we are always tested. Our souls are to live on for an eternity in one of two distinct worlds. Heaven and Hell are awaiting our arrival, our time here merely meant as a way of sorting our souls into their proper housing. If that is the case, a life is truly meaningless. If this is merely the ultimate test, than why indulge in the childish game we are pawns to? Why bother with the here and now when the most grand of destinations awaits us? If God is so omniscient as we are told, with our life's destiny laid out for us, why bother to fight it? Why not merel skip to the predetermined, the inevitable, the sacred?
No, life holds meaning only if it is our only chance. None among us likes to believe that a life begins and ends with our time on this small blue rock, but it is that disheartening reality that drives me to better myself. It is not the fear that some higher being is judging my every move, but rather that one should live life to the fullest, for it only comes around once. That is the way to view the world if you truly wish to make the most of it.
So go out and ride this earthly wind. Your eyes are the only ones that truly penetrate your heart.
~ Moose ~
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the 'No's
On their vacancy signs
If there's noone beside you
When your soul embarks
I will follow you into the dark
~ Death Cab For Cutie ~
Religion is so often an uneasy paradox... That bright pink elephant reading hyms from over your shoulder, looming in a daunting, daring way as you so tediously ignore its taunts of defiance. Or is it more the questions this elephant poses in its nasaly voice as it speaks from beneath its massive trunk?
Why am I here?
What is God's will?
What is the meaning of life?
Yes, that age-old question to which all seek the answer, though we can never quite grasp it. Many of faith claim that this mortal life is our pathway to what comes at the end of it all. We are told by many of faith that 'God' gives us obstacles so that we can overcome them, that no mound of the very grains of inhumanity is insurmountable, that we are always tested. Our souls are to live on for an eternity in one of two distinct worlds. Heaven and Hell are awaiting our arrival, our time here merely meant as a way of sorting our souls into their proper housing. If that is the case, a life is truly meaningless. If this is merely the ultimate test, than why indulge in the childish game we are pawns to? Why bother with the here and now when the most grand of destinations awaits us? If God is so omniscient as we are told, with our life's destiny laid out for us, why bother to fight it? Why not merel skip to the predetermined, the inevitable, the sacred?
No, life holds meaning only if it is our only chance. None among us likes to believe that a life begins and ends with our time on this small blue rock, but it is that disheartening reality that drives me to better myself. It is not the fear that some higher being is judging my every move, but rather that one should live life to the fullest, for it only comes around once. That is the way to view the world if you truly wish to make the most of it.
So go out and ride this earthly wind. Your eyes are the only ones that truly penetrate your heart.
~ Moose ~
Saturday, September 09, 2006
Life All Our Own
I don't know if we each have a destiny, or if we're all just floating around accidental-like on a breeze, but I, I think maybe it's both. Maybe both is happening at the same time.
~ Forrest Gump ~
What is 'Destiny'? Is it the force of a being beyond our comprehension, guiding us through life as it has been laid out for us? Or is it a story we write for ourselves?
If a destiny is predetermined for us, if we are all merely the marionettes to an almighty pupeteer, why do we struggle against a current that shall claim us in the end? Why do criminals face prison or death for what they were made to do. Is God to blame for their actions?
Nothing is predetermined. Each day is written anew, each letter carefully inscribed in the sand of the hourglass we have built for ourselves. We make our own choices, we determine our own fate. 'Fatalism' is merely that word that seeks to hold us down as we take to the skies. We can change the world.
~ Moose ~
~ Forrest Gump ~
What is 'Destiny'? Is it the force of a being beyond our comprehension, guiding us through life as it has been laid out for us? Or is it a story we write for ourselves?
If a destiny is predetermined for us, if we are all merely the marionettes to an almighty pupeteer, why do we struggle against a current that shall claim us in the end? Why do criminals face prison or death for what they were made to do. Is God to blame for their actions?
Nothing is predetermined. Each day is written anew, each letter carefully inscribed in the sand of the hourglass we have built for ourselves. We make our own choices, we determine our own fate. 'Fatalism' is merely that word that seeks to hold us down as we take to the skies. We can change the world.
~ Moose ~
Friday, September 01, 2006
Our Vietnam
What difference does it make to the dead, the orphans, and the homeless, whether the mad destruction is wrought under the name of totalitarianism or the holy name of liberty and democracy?
~ Ghandi ~
A Buddhist Monk burns himself in protest of the Vietnam War. June 9, 1963.
Is this the 'War on Terrorism', as the White House assures us? Or is it a war for oil, a war for supremacy, and an annhialation and slaughter of a people? Either way... It's a war.
~ Moose ~
~ Ghandi ~
A Buddhist Monk burns himself in protest of the Vietnam War. June 9, 1963.
Is this the 'War on Terrorism', as the White House assures us? Or is it a war for oil, a war for supremacy, and an annhialation and slaughter of a people? Either way... It's a war.
~ Moose ~
Welcome To Moose's World
Imagine there's no Heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today
I-I-I-I-I...
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace
You-oo-oo-oo-oo...
You may say-ay-ay-ay I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday-ay-ay-ay you will join u-u-us
And the wo-o-o-orld will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world
You-oo-oo-oo-oo...
You may say-ay-ay-ay I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday-ay-ay-ay you will join u-u-us
And the wo-o-o-orld will live as one
~ John Lennon ~
Our generation is one of stories, stories to be shared if only we are fortunate enough to make it through the cold and bitter nights that cloud within our minds, if only we can succeed against the bleakest of odds. We are those faced with sickening reality, as the rose-colored lens of our predecessors is hastily withdrawn. We have witnessed true pain, known perserverence against all doubt. An imperceptible evil has seeped its way through all our consciousness, preying on the hope within our hearts, uprooting all optimism, and eradicating the very seed of humanity at the core of each soul. Our society functions solely on that unpaved road of true denial, none willing to admit the painful truth; we yearn for a gentle journey and a solid plane beneath our feet, yet, in our futile attempt to escape, we merely face a rugged terrain that seeks to encase us in that filthy reality we run blindly away from. Only change will save us from the fate we have driven as a stake through the bitterly soused mud, the substance exuding into the wood, coming to claim the will of all. This fatalistic entity is powerless against those with true belief. We must grasp onto that force that is love as our sole savior in this battle. Only that can pull us from the deepening pit of a sickening truth; only that can mend those odious stitches of our society as they rapidly fray away from all existence. Only love.
~ Moose ~
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today
I-I-I-I-I...
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace
You-oo-oo-oo-oo...
You may say-ay-ay-ay I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday-ay-ay-ay you will join u-u-us
And the wo-o-o-orld will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world
You-oo-oo-oo-oo...
You may say-ay-ay-ay I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday-ay-ay-ay you will join u-u-us
And the wo-o-o-orld will live as one
~ John Lennon ~
Our generation is one of stories, stories to be shared if only we are fortunate enough to make it through the cold and bitter nights that cloud within our minds, if only we can succeed against the bleakest of odds. We are those faced with sickening reality, as the rose-colored lens of our predecessors is hastily withdrawn. We have witnessed true pain, known perserverence against all doubt. An imperceptible evil has seeped its way through all our consciousness, preying on the hope within our hearts, uprooting all optimism, and eradicating the very seed of humanity at the core of each soul. Our society functions solely on that unpaved road of true denial, none willing to admit the painful truth; we yearn for a gentle journey and a solid plane beneath our feet, yet, in our futile attempt to escape, we merely face a rugged terrain that seeks to encase us in that filthy reality we run blindly away from. Only change will save us from the fate we have driven as a stake through the bitterly soused mud, the substance exuding into the wood, coming to claim the will of all. This fatalistic entity is powerless against those with true belief. We must grasp onto that force that is love as our sole savior in this battle. Only that can pull us from the deepening pit of a sickening truth; only that can mend those odious stitches of our society as they rapidly fray away from all existence. Only love.
~ Moose ~
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