Flashback Some Part of My Latter College Years

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Can it be that it was all so simple then...

Sufferation

I know the unimportance of suffering, I know pain is to be fought and thrown aside, not to be accepted as a part of one's soul and as a permanent scar across one's view of existence. 

John Galt; Atlas Shrugged

Martydom is wack juice, anyway you look at it. Previously, I likened a gerundial plight and my position in it as such where I had nothing left but scars over my memories. Victimizing myself and invoking a sentiment where I would be forever haunted by these specific happenings and that would be my badge of valor. My suffering, my pain, at the hands of someone else. However, in my view of life, I have already internalized that pain is a part of it but is worth nothing in exchange for accomplishments and success. Unless, guilt and pity is one's goal. 

In any situation, I have realized sacrificing my capacity and mind's occupation for someone does not benefit me and prevents me from moving forward. This is not to say that I have recently purchased rose-tinted spectacles but, my life's purpose and happiness is not to be facilitated by that which I can not profit from. I do not mean profit, as in I have learned a valuable lesson. It means, as a trader, as a person that respects and delivers honest achievement, I receive no 'ends' in my suffering. It leaves me with a feeling and no product. 

Unacceptable. 

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Brooklynite Gallery

If you are ever in the Bedford-Stuyvesant section of Brooklyn, USA, and find yourself on Malcolm X boulevard, I strongly urge you to visit this gallery. The space is fresh in the sense that it is bright and white like a sterile facility but it has the ambience of Poet's House. (if you don't know what Poet's House is, you lose. google it).

The space in the front is small with two full walls upon which pieces can be mounted with the back wall sharing the space with an entry into the back. It has a backyard! Along the perimeters of the space, Various', originally from Berlin, works line the sides, with their post-modern identity oriented works.

Gould's, the other feature artist, works of collaged pin-up esque girls could be found in the front space and along the back permeter of the outdoor space. His works evoke an ethereal longing for love and beauty of the "Once upon a Time". I urge you to go. It will be exhibited through November 15. The exhibition is called 'Time Machine". It is family owned. Check it out.

Brooklynite is open Thursday - Saturday 1-7pm. www.brooklynitegallery.com

Love for Sale... more to come

Upon re-reading a book with whose philosophies I idealize and to with which I relate, I have found myself redefining and evaluating my views and experiences of and with love.

In the sense that I want to / have to be loved for something. Not just because. And to get my due justice I must have a clear sense of who I am and what I want and how I am going to achieve it. I am to be loved for my courage, my ambitions, and my accomplishments. That is what will define me throughout my life and thereafter.

With that in mind, relationships should be simpler. If we are attracted to each other as a result of recognizing the rational and productive spirit in ourselves and each other, the gray areas that exist would be either black or white. There would be no need to use shrouds of elusion, need and responsibility to the other party as the main adhesive to any interpersonal relationships. It is a barter system, there should be no debt of the mind or spirit. If you can not figure out why you love something, or someone, it is time to identify and define how the word/emotion/sentiment translate in your existence.

word.

In The Spirit of Life

I extend my pursuit of happiness into the Universe as to emit the positivity necessary to survive in this polarizing; depressingly inspiring, tragically wonderful, and bizarrely necessary existence.

Along my journey I have recently met an old acquaintance that gave me the assurance that I am traveling properly and appropriately as long as I do not forget what I have to do to be me and not what I have to do for other people.

Libations for the energies passing and moving through us.

A Test Run

This is a sample of  a YouTube channel on which my featured friend and myself will be working.  I have two small projects in the works, having to do with video logging. Hopefully this can be something that can be enjoyed. It veers into ingnorant territory but the point is still salient. 

Holler two times...

and the end result of a small task...

Please Read This

http://alysonmance.wordpress.com/2008/10/03/dear-sarah-palin/

The Ephemeral Yet Eternal

"I'm still what I was, and you'll always see it, and you'll always grant

me the same response, even if there's a greater one that you grant to

another man. No matter what you feel for him, it will not change what you

feel for me, and it won't be treason to either, because it comes from the

same root, it's the same payment in answer to the same values. No

matter what happens in the future, we'll always be what were were to each

other, you and I, because you'll always love me."

- Francisco D'Aconia in Atlas Shrugged

Although this is the second time I am reading this epic novel in its entirety, this quote made more of an impact as I am not just looking to finish, but internalize the philosophies of the book. 

Without the anchor to ground and solidify the wraith-like thoughts  necessary to move forward, it becomes difficult to identify one's emotional reality in the effort to grow and finally move-on. The what-if's will always occur but, as acute transitions, and not wistful aspects of a declining reality. It is ok to always love someone, and have the notion reciprocated without accusations of arrested development. It is to know that it is in fact true and that I am not delusional of a shared past and future although they may not mirror each other ever. Rather, reflect the causes and effects with the love and appreciation unchanged. Sometimes, to have that is enough to love someone else to the best of my abilities if my past can be validated as verity.

Now, I am free and assured that it is not an anchor to my being rather a nod to my emotional testimony.