I took science in school but it sucked and so did history by the way. But since I’ve been without school, I find books and shows on those subjects and I’m like why didn’t they teach this in school. It would have been great. Maybe school would have transformed me. If anything, education during the teen years was pretty much the dark ages for me.House of Pain, Boom Shalock Lock Boom: There are physicists spending their entire lives trying to understand the atom. Crazy right since its so insanely tiny yet you can’t see it and it is everywhere. But the atom isn’t even the smallest thing there is. Ya see, there is this lit up string in there and what else is in that I wonder. See, that last thought seriously messes me up in my head. I understand those physicists life goal; it really does bug me to not know how these tiny things work. If you could just get the blueprints for it, I wonder who has the blueprints for such an intricate invention. Hmmm, curious.
But there is a bugaboo in the works, the uncertainty principle. Scientists really have no idea how sub-atomic particles behave. I think that atoms are somehow programmed from a central computing station. But, I like to think big. My friend, who is an atheist who lives by judeo-christian ethics (huh?), believes that the unpredictability comes from the notion of time being non linear. That’s a good supposition too. Why can’t they just figure it out already? I’m getting old waiting over here.
It’s funny when celebrity’s get interviewed over hot topics like global warming and nationalized healthcare, and you can just see them trying to memorize their lines. I don’t know why they want to comment on something they know absolutely nothing about or even truly care about. Experts on those topics know nothing. Cabinet czars can’t even define what they are a czars of. Experts, Textperts, choking smokers don’t you think the joker laughs at you. It’s much better to be in the fool’s shoes in a Shakespeare play. Clowns know more than anyone. I’m telling you John Lennon was a very profound clown.
As I’m writing this post, I’m reminded of a poem I wrote a long time ago…
Possession in Exile
Buried in the mind, Did God’s profits lie?
Heat in Exile.
Panic-stricken, mistake again, beaten by the hand that fed
Love in Exile.
Snap-tongued boss provokes the worker, job is lost
Respect in Exile.
Mate’s abruption to my suggestion reveal words with edges
Hope in Exile.
Vanished from their lives; No harm to come, no remorse, bitter loss
No possession at any cost.
Now I’m done casting my two cents into the ocean of nonsensical sense. I think I’m going to go see what Charlie Sheen is up to…