Saada Haq, Aithe Rak

The first step — especially for young people with energy and drive and talent, but not money — the first step to controlling your world is to control your culture. To model and demonstrate the kind of world you demand to live in. To write the books. Make the music. Shoot the films. Paint the art. ~ Chuck Palahniuk

AWOL

“The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference.” ― Elie Wiesel

This is how I choose to spend 2012, being indifferent. kthnxbai.

p.s. giving Scrivener  a spin; may result in a book.

2011. A retrospect.

Our awareness is all that is alive and maybe sacred in any of us. Everything else about us is dead machinery. ~ Kilgore Trout

A year I came into without much expectations. 

And that's how it will end. 

Of letting go. 

Of putting heart over mind. 

Dint try to seek 'the purpose of life' hence no disillusionment. 

Slacker mode full on.

Read / watched / heard riveting works. 

Friends were made. 

None were lost.

Love is blossoming again. 

Life looks good.

Uncertainty  lurks like a beast. 

Like it always has.  

The placebo of insurance.

Hope it holds. 

Much wasn't written or blogged.

A lot was clicked and mused upon. 

Packing up. 

unpacking. 

Dirtying up.

Cleaning up.

Picking up and moving on.

Twenty twelve, I Welcome you in, with open arms. 

homeboy - alien

I was just another vermin living in the margins of a totalitarian society's consciousness.

The regime of the land dint bother with our types for we for a better part of a century had relatively been trouble free. 

The trouble began with me. 

I broke ranks and ventured out into the world. 

I discovered societies and systems far more advanced and sane.  

I came back excited.  

I told my brothers of the sights I had seen and the knowledge I had gained.

They said I was a traitor for deserting them by not staying and stagnating.

They drove me away with sticks, stones and knives. 

The regime is now aware of my feeble failed attempts at rabble rousing and has put a hit on my head. 

The word on the street is that an assassin is rapidly approaching my hideout. 

I do not fear death. I fear that my ideas will die with me.

So weary traveler if you have felt the angst, followed the markers and have found this tablet; you have come seeking for clues and inspiration; I have failed and the regime reigns strong.

Do not lose hope for  the future of our people depends on you.

Save yourselves to save them.

 Know this, that your strength is theirs.

 Arise and awaken.  

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Don't make my mistake, kid. 

Don't follow orders your whole life. 

Think for yourself. 

- Barbatus, Antz