Forever Young
Posted by DudeStarshipDec 15
Namaste
I like to be inspired. Humanity is so wonderful. The title of this song is Forever Young. Kurt Vonnegut wrote a story called Breakfast of Champions. He loves America but he laughs at it’s Arrogance. The book expresses RVR because, he, the author, goes into the book and meets the characters. [Virtiual Reality's original medium was the book] He is God. The hero Kilgore Trout doesn’t believe him so with a few strokes of his pen The Author wisks the hero around the world. The hero gasps and falls to his knees. The Author says “Do you want something?” The Hero says “Make me young” The last page is a hand drawn picture of Kurt Vonnegut, a single tear rolls down his cheek. I think we have a Universal Truth here. Humanity’s deep rooted desire to leave a legacy, to have a raison d’etre. So much of the universe we inhabit appears chaotic. I tie it in with “The Day The Earth Stood Still” where Human Beings are to be wiped off the Earth because their Arrogance is destroying it. But they are saved because they are special. I am reminded of the Aliens in “Artificial Intelligence” [AI] The Aliens tell the robot child that Human Beings are Unique in the universe. They also say Nothing Ever Dies. Your Engram remains as part of the web of the universe for all time. But the aliens become The Blue Fairy to grant the robotic child, an avatar, Humanity’s greatest accomplishment and to give Humanity’s Greatest Gift: Unconditional Love. But warn him that once brought back the engram of his mother will disappear from the space-time continuum. The Love is that of A Mother for her Child, Like that of The Creator For His Creation. The Sacrifice Is Ultimate. Jesus did it. And At The End of Days , We Sleep
Wow. I think I can die now. I just peaked. Fancy a pint?
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Comment by pjfbncyl on December 20, 2009 at 10:33 pm
Mick Says:
A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.
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Comment by Linda on December 24, 2009 at 1:36 am
My crazy Dude. You always amaze me at the philosophical side of you. What is existence? Is it life, death, a body, soul, life after death? That is the real question.
What is the real definition of young? Is it young at heart, in body, soul, mind, pr something we mere humans cannot grasp?
The answers are as individual as each human is . It is all based on the way the individual perceives themselves as humans. Humans are unique but uniqueness is the way we each see ourselves within , time-space, the world we can touch/feel, the world of our imagination, the universe, our beliefs whether taught or experienced..
Being young is what you define young as. We can read all the books on medical, psychological or philosophy we want. It all boils down on how we perceive ourselves.
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