Content, Content, Content

So of course this is the first time, I, myself, have decided to do something multimedia. I always wondered why people wanted to sell their souls to be a good writer. I'm self-styled, and I'm sure that if an english teacher read my blog they would have a field day with the grammar and spelling mistakes (well good thing for spell check). Anyways, content is key, and updating content is even more important on there internet than in any other place. I've read a number of the blogs and they seem to tell a story of a person's life, the day to day rig-a-ma-roll. Sometimes it seems as though they try and make things sound more interesting than the actual story might be. I find the ones I am drawn back to post every other day, or every two days. It seems to be just the right amount of content.

It also seems as though I have been getting a lot of profile views since blogger put in that nifty blog to blog nav bar at the top of the blogs. Hey guys, how about working on something that I can put in the blog to go page to page in my blog. I have some more points I want to get across then I think I'm gonna try and change things up in here. Maybe throw in an email address for anyone who wants to write me and ask a question of the devil, or if you a hot chick to send naked pictures to me. Part of what I am about is changing and adapting to my environment, the internet world is very suited to me. I remember when I would troll around the prodigy message boards before the graphical internet of today. As a society the internet has grown up much faster that any other I can think of. It's amazing even to me.

Anyways, I think good and evil should be revisited soon, and I'll get to the politics soon probably in october. Of course my birthday is in September and I'll let you all know, and give a full account of the craziness, not celebrating on my birthday but before that. I know you want to know what I will be up to.

Better to lie or tell the truth

As the devil you might be surprised to hear what my answer is. The truth can be a much more devastating sword to use than a lie. The truth is truly evil. It can make people cry, it can kill some. Through the years I've often wondered why the truth "hurts". It seems as thought the truth hurts because you love to believe in the lies. It's ingrained in your psyche to believe the unbelievable. If something seems too good to be true, you eat it up and swallow it without carefully chewing the idea. The lies you are told are just easier to handle than the truth. So when the truth comes, it comes with such a deadly force because it tears the fabric of your existence in two.

Now as far as what you think is best. Of course lying is the way to go. I mean everyone expects you to lie. So you must, the truth is to harsh to be doled out as much as the little white lies you tell everyone. The little lies are what keep the world moving.

If we want to really get into it, there is no lie, there is no truth. The inbetween, the collective truisms, and fallacies can be counted one way or the other. Who is to say that there is an absolute either way? Some of you lie so much that you believe you own lies so strongly that you are not swayed when a perceived truth is presented to you.

So this debate really comes down to whatever makes you feel best about your decisions. I don't really give a fuck if you lie or tell the truth, the misery you create in living your pathetic lives is much more amusing to me that the simplicities of semantical debate. Damned if you do damned if ya don't. That is a wise sentence that is void of any debate....hehe...

Time doesn't exist...

Relatively. It's an illusion of change, just as motion doesn't really exist, it's just an illusion. Which should make you think if time and motion are just illusions, isn't everything in this world just an illusion? Should I explain the illusion of time and motion first. Ok.

Well let's start with time, motion actually ties directly into this, hopefully you can follow the logic cause if I go to into depth I'll lose most of you. Ok just as god or I am (or are you a figment of my imagination) just a man made concept, so is time. It is used "scientifically" to explain motion. So if one is an illusion logic dictates the other must be since it is defined by the first. So many people feel like time "flows", like a river is the most common explanation. Which gives rise to all sorts of science fiction like time travel and such. It's not true though. Time is more like a snapshot in time. Just a a movie is just a bunch of snapshots strung together to create motion, time acts in the same way. It's a series of instants. Your brain strings the instants together to create motion, a sense of change. So because of the instantaneous nature of time it can never be changed one it has happened, the instant is gone and is only a reflection in so called "time". You can see it, but not change it. As for the future it hasn't happened yet. So everyday you create illusions, nothings real.

Another way to look at it is like a score of music. Each note can be played individually with no reference to each other. Given a set parameter...or just meter, or beat. The music comes alive, often called a movement, the music seems to flow, but it is only made up of single immovable notes. It has a time signature, which gives it it's feeling. What else gives the music it's feeling? How the notes interact with other notes, often called harmonies. It's an interesting thing that pythagoras often thought about. He might've just been the first hippie, hehe. The unfortunate thing for his theories is that they cling to the notion of motion. When in effect a we live in a harmonius universe, it is quite the opposite. We live in a universe of harmonic illusion. The chaos hides between the instants. The cosmos is a cacophony, that hides itself in the illusion of time.

It is a giant clock with no notion of a path it just is. Every turning working growing no reason, no rhyme. Just chaos underpinning the illusion of time. Are you a figment of my imagination, or am I a figment of yours? Does it matter because we are both real in a fake illusionary kind of way.

A short guide to defying the norm

1. Try and be different in your looks, not like all the different people mind you but truly different in how you dress or wear your hair
2. Try and act different. Not necessarily act out, just different, when people say hi, say hi in another language, like russian. When people ask you a question give them a very specific detailed answer with many examples
3. Try and think different. This is the hardest thing to do, because thinking is often a practice and not something that is conscience. To think different you have to step outside who you are and try and relate to differing things. Most often though this can only be achieved by living it. That's why many people learn by example, or why many children learn the hard way...

I think learning the hard way is the only way to learn experience teaches you a valuable lesson that mere words could never. How do you know if you'd be good in a street fight or survive one if you don't get into one. How do you know that socialism is bad unless you've lived in a socialist country, (i have and it's not pretty). How do you know what it's like to have power when you've been defenseless and weak your whole life.

Really,... Experience I've found has turned girls into women, boys into men, and people into gods. In fact I think that living a hard life is sometimes the only way to achieve greatness. You never hear about the people who had a rich family and got richer, usually they become bums, scums, and rummys. The truly powerful came from nothing and rose to greatness. These people know what it's like to be powerless and that is why they hold onto their power with an iron fist, they are feared by all who enter their presence, and are respected by those that despise them. They fear nothing except becoming poor once again, which sometimes becomes their downfall. Life is full on irony like that.

It's because, life does not imitate art and art does not imitate life. They are one. Just different sides of the looking glass.

There is no manual

Just as in blogging there is no manual to life. Which for all intents an purposes make you crazy. I know that this blog makes me crazy. So I really feel your pain me trying to blog and it totally gets erased, you trying to figure out life and dying without having a full understanding of who you are. For me it's easy I can re-type the blog, curse to wretched damnation some of the programmers. Maybe even de-value the total stock of google by getting all of my underlings to set a bid of a dollar, then when you actually go public instead of your stock being worth one hundred and five dollars it's worth ten cents. Either way being the supreme ruler of the unruly and the caretaker of the depressed and disenfranchised, I have a leg up.

As for you it's not so easy. The rules that have been set in life are crushing your instinct. The everyday mire of work so that you can live; chains you to your loneliness. Yes some have been dealt better hands if you believe in that sort of thing, and most who are "unlucky" feel that luck or fate had something to do with it. Not the case. I mean what is luck? Why would someone have better luck than you? Wouldn't be better to think that everything is random?

With a normal bell curve there are always going to be people on one side or the other. That's nature, it's a wave. Everything vibrating in a disharmonius cacophony. I'm still not sure if your getting it. The randomness of it all. It's what makes life interesting. Would it be interesting if I posted on here everyday at the same time. Of course not, but you would come back like the willing servant/slave that you are. Even though you don't come back often your always interested in what I have to say. It's not luck you found me it's random actions. It's not unlucky you found me. The devil isn't the one who tempts you, there are rules made by people who want to control you. Rules that shouldn't be, temptation is a another way of saying normal. The normality that some don't like in themselves and try to force their convictions upon you.

As for the normality of this blog I think I just needed a nap from the pain and suffering you bestow on yourself. Now I am rested. I don't want you to worship me, I just want you to realize who you are.