:: Random Thoughts From a Diseased Mind ::

:: Friday, June 04, 2004 ::

In a previous post I mused, "If The universe has finite origin in time, then there is a First Cause. Where did the matter and energy come from that may have been infinitely compacted and compressed at the time of the Big Bang? If it was simply "called into being" than that would necessarily imply a being of infinite power capable of creating matter and energy at will."

I would like to point out that my actual feelings about how the Universe came to be sound something more like this: God is a being of many more than three dimensions, as are we. Unlike us, who do not have any awareness of our other dimensions outside of x, y, and z, He is aware of his full extension into time-space. In this way, just as we can lift a sheet of paper from Y=0 to Y=100 and make it visible in a new plane, God can bring matter into our Universe. That is in fact how I believe he produced the Big Bang, or the creation. He may not have created our Universe as much as he populated it with matter by bring matter into our three previously empty dimensions. Doesn't that make sense?

As the collection of matter sat just below our dimensional event horizon, and just started to cross over, it was like an infinitely massive black hole (which is also how I explain black holes: it may not be that their matter is so greatly compressed, as it is living just past the verge of our three dimensions and the gravity, whatever that is, is projecting in).
:: Jim 2:49 PM [+] ::
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I feel... do I feel anything? I am not certain. I think I feel many different feelings. I feel sad and disappointed that my hopes for a new America have been dashed. I feel excited that Dean can come back. I LIKE his passion. I LIKE Judy as a First Lady. I like real people leading our great country. I feel sad. I feel impending doom. I feel Four More Wars coming on. Why don't they see it? The evil. The sick stench of rotting bodies coming from Bush's mouth. I see it. I hate it. I see 1984 coming true in the worst way. But perhaps I am just the insane one. I must be a simpleton. Silly me.
:: Jim 9:25 AM [+] ::
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Iowa was hard. Very hard. What is harder still is watching the media pound Dean into the ground ever since then, trying to put the last nail in his coffin, as if the Body Politica wanted him dead. Why. I ask myself that question. I suppose, it is a lot like Jesus and a lot like John Lennon; because he speaks the truth. Nobody likes the truth. Even those who seek it, fear it's empty haunted eyes and run from its frigid polar breath. The beast. Yet perhaps if we embraced the beast, we would sense its warm heart and inevitible coming. It is not that I fear the death of the Dean campaign, I fear that it is a portent to the death of all of our greatest American values. All that we once held true. Or at least all that I once believed held true. Perhaps only I have been living in a fantasy world and it is time that I grew up, became jaded, and basically said "Fuck you" to all the needy, repressed, and underserved people in this country. I hope not, or I may as well be dead because if this is the case, my heart is surely dead already.
:: Jim 2:36 PM [+] ::
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Since 911 I have watched closely as my thoughts, inspirations, ideas, and fears have become reality. As I watched the Twin Towers collapse, I thought "somebody is going to pay for this". Not in anger did I think this, but in sad resignation, as I could see what our Fearless Leader had in mind. Only I never considered the depths of his evil plans at that time. I feared terrorist backlash from our dirty little war. I saw a culture of fear being built brick by brick a thousand times larger than the Berlin Wall. I predicted the erosion of our civil liberties as Big Brother moved in to save us from Evildoers. I became involved in the Dean campaign as it began to take off. Each step along the way, my thoughts and actions seemed to echo a larger conciousness. Now it seems that daily my thoughts, and fears, come true on the evening news. I am afraid to think of what may come next, for fear that it may come to fruition. I am afraid to think. Do my thoughts broadcast into the minds of others? Do I sense the cosmic winds of change and think these thoughts as a result? In this Karmic game of "Chicken and the egg" I become lost in a swirling vortex of confusion. Who is leading? Who is following. The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind. [B. Dylan]
:: Jim 10:40 PM [+] ::
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In a previous post, I rambled on about my opinions as to why at any given epoch there is a "mouthpiece" who speaks to voice of the People. I wrote "It is no mystery why during the late '60s for example such talents emerged such as John Lennon ("Imagine"), Andy Warhol ("Marilyn Monroe") or CNSY ("Ohio"). As the collective conciousness grows and gains volume, certain projections from the life force become the "mouthpieces" of the collective soul. From these points, the thoughts and energies of the life force mass emerge, channeled through those talented artists, musicians, and speakers."

I think that in every era there arises a spokesman that is somehow connected to the voice of the masses. Previous examples include: Christ, Galileo, Karl Marx, Martin Luther King Jr, and John Lennon. Unfortunately, there also arise at each of these times an equally persuasive and evil false voice such as Cesar, The Church, Adolf Hitler, and the neoconservative right (ala Rush Limbaugh).

Well, at this particular point in the time continuoum, clearly the voice of the People is Michael Moore. So many times I have browsed through the pages of his books, or watched Bowling for Columbine, or seen his interviews and realized that he is speaking my thoughts. Not only mine, but the thoughts of the collective soul. Michael Moore is speaking our thoughts. He is a national treasure and must be supported and protected. He is the One who can facilitate this change we seek.

Don't get me wrong; I don't profess that Michael Moore is God, or that he is more intellegent than the rest of us. In fact, I attribute his success to a little hard work and a lot of "being the right person in the right place at the right time". Somehow it just worked out that he was going to be the one with our voice. He didn't choose to be it, and neither did we. "Get up. Get back on your feet. You're the one they can't beat and don't blow it."- Styx, Angry Young Man

:: Jim 8:59 PM [+] ::
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