Scott Joplin

I am entertainer. I just realized this and thought you all should know. It helps add focus.

On and On, We Go

I love music, I hate it too, but that is only for moments. Most of the time I love it, but not in the same way I love Jesus. But I think you probably could have guessed that. I am hoping to go to my first concert in over a year. If it goes well and is fairly painless, I plan on making it a regular habit. The times I hate music are the times I play it, usually. I can rarely play the way I want to. Anyone who plays an instrument understands my pain. If you don't, pick up and instrument and try to play your favorite song. Now you understand. So I keep trying. The other part about music I hate is trying to convince other people to play it with you. I'm alluding to a band. I have been trying for close to a decade to start even the most rudimentary of bands. It always fails. But music, the kind I listen to and occasionally play, okay maybe more often than I like to admit, I fall into this strange hole and the music sweeps me away and I just float along and God is there and all is well. Ah, well I'm sure you already knew that, Charlie calls it "feelin' infinite". I think he hit it on the head.

I'm broken (in a good way)

This is a rant against all the beautiful answers you can seem to rattle off with polished and well worn practice. It is so easy to be cliche and angst. I'm sorry, there I said it and now I'm going to finish. Read Jeremiah, you know in the Bible, God talks loud and clear, and no Emily, he never refrained from expressing all the pain and hurt his love caused him. In mid sentence he would turn around and plead for this emotional murder to end. It was completely nonsensical, b/c he knew they wouldn't, it wasn't for them, it was for us, to show the depths of a love I will never understand and am most thankful for that. Why does this family have to be so stupid? Arghhhhh!
I luv misery!
I luv misery!
I luv misery!
The world sucks, it kills, maims, destroys.
Why do you want to add to that?
Why don't you want to fight it? Why are you willing to let it all pass by and do nothing?
We, the complacent, have no right to call ourselves human beings. We are feeding off the blood and oppression of millions, I am not talking metaphorically, this is literal. You have no right to be happy, when so many suffer, yet you all sit in your semi-comatose state whining. Life is not happiness. True fulfilling life is struggle. America and all the supposed advanced cultures are so empty and meaningless b/c they successfully removed the struggle and thus removed life itself. Life has become empty repetition and the search for the next increasingly less fulfilling high. I want you to know, I want you all to understand. But you just don't care, numb, only pain will wake you from your catatonic, narcissistic coma. Bring the misery, bring down the pain like razor blades from the sky, wake the dead, stir the dieing and bleed, bleed life.

M.I.A.

My dear most sensible reader,
I must apologize not once, but profusely for my leave of absence. I have been on the front lines these few scant weeks and already I can see this will be no easy mission. I feel in the past I've been to vague in my purpose, so in turn I now purpose to bring specifics to light and we can go from there into the great battle that is being waged against us poor sheep. But don't betray hope, it is our rock. Not just any hope I might add, but hope in the all defeating power of love as proved in the actions of one man, one God, Jesus Christ. Alas, I digress, quick to specifics. I found myself in a an engaging conversation regarding love for mankind. It is a strange juxtaposition that as one's love for mankind grows, it can almost become impossible to look on the face of the lesser in even the most rudimentary respect. It was also brought to light that those that care for the "lesser man" will in the name of their "cause" perform all sorts of base actions. They especially feel it of no consequence to manipulate and extort the rich and privileged as if by their own fortune they have in a sense aborted their humanity. On the contrary the rich seem in many senses to be more adrift then us supposed less fortunate. They having attained all the things we consider necessary for happiness and finding themselves still unhappy. Their own educations become a hindrance to them, keeping them from excepting the "simpler" truths. For waste, it is all vanity.
What can we we do in the face of such evil?
We must love all in a none condescending manner, loving the pitiable and failures more than and above all else. We must reward those who have deserved nothing, even those who are undeserving. We must do it, and not philosophize on it. We must not save the world, but our neighbors.
How can you bring peace to the nations, when you can't even lift the spirits of the checkout lady?
I pray that you find encouragement and exhortation. I believe you may find comfort in the knowledge that I myself am not above that which I criticize and, if truth be told, find myself the chief violator