X=X (sketch)

1.) of course x=x

2.) but also x=y

3.) wich can be seen as (x=y)=z

4.) so than simply put; z

5.) and if z=god than the questions is

6.) Z?

neh?

x is a simble in math used to represent eny #. #'s represent a measure of some sort. 2 apples, 2 inches, or 2 min. so #=noun, as z=god, but the key similarity is (the same as) or (=)

1.) so enything is the same thing as enything

or to complicate things

2.) enything is the same thing as enything else.
wich is like saying carma or balence or ying yang.
3.) so if enything is the same thing as enything you could just say everything

4.) or you could just say god

5.) and if you represent god as a simbol than the question is

6.) Z?

this idea came to me with the argument that i had with a leader who seems like a wize individual, but is not respected as one. so what he says he is not nessisarily able to apply. enywho. he stated that god has universal standards that go down to the core and 'chaos' has no standard so it cannot exist. well this argument has to do with destroying what he considerd standard. first of all. if you lay your wallet out in some villages, it will remain untuched for a week becouse it dose not belong to the people of that villege. but in some plases you will be skaleped becouse of your diffrent skin color before you get a chance to lay your wallet out. were is the similar standard there? not the point. point is, standard is a tool created by man to better comunicate. just becouse some of our modern 'standards' seem so concreet, dose not mean that they are solid. a man who is 6 feet tall, may also be 72 inches tall. and 72 dose not equil 6. or he could be 493872 boo boo's tall. i just compleatly made that up. so in order for my 493872 boo boo's to be the same thing as your 6 feet, than we must assume we are talking about the same diffrence in points. but that is just an assumption. that is a perspective, wich cannot be used to conferm or deny enything. such as time. becouse you say 10 min, and i assume to know what you mean, dose not mean that the 10 min actually exist. it is an assumption of patterns. but patterns may or may not be perfect. the only way to know is to comprehend the entire pattern all at once. wich is to say comprehend infananty. wich is impossible. (well unless you die, but thats just a belife)

so than if you say something rediculous like x, you are implying eny set of so called 'standerds' to the table. x could be enything. and when you say 'the same as' you are simply using logic to figure out the world around you. so, as a member of the swich army knife (SAK) said long ago, math is essentually mans attempt at being god.

NOTE: the applications of this theory have yet to be aplied and tested, so this remains a shaky theory at best till i put a little more experamentation into it. your welcome to try applying it and post your results here. i would think thats cool, but than again its not about me, its about you. well if your reading this it is. becouse writing it is about me, but not the point. i like comments is what im trying to say.

love drunk again

love drunk love drunk, why have you me?
all i really wanted was to be happy.
and now i cant really think clearly.

am i happy or am i sad?
is what i am doing good or bad?
it seems i lost the clarity i once had.

forward! forward! forward! i seem to recall.
the rules i set for when i begin to fall
just by being me i should be alright after all.

love drunk love drunk, take me away!
i have not a reason to ceep you at bay
i can bear the troubles, so that i can openly say

i love you.

teaching little eaight

well little eight, there isnt much i can tell you about the golden time. all i know is that my father was able to give you the life you have now by carefull training and combining of all the talents and tecnology of the time. i do remember bits and pieces before the decay began. and yes they are quite fond memories. yes my mother really was as beutifull as the stories say. well now are you going to ceep asking questions or let me get on with my story?

enywho, back then, my father would always take me on trips into the woods just for fun. some times it would be just me and him, othertimes it would be the whole family. during the day i met with very many other kids my age in a building called school. that was were we learned to do things that really had no purpose or intention that i can see. but evan though i resisted like a hare in a trap, he would always make me go, saying that its not the content that was important, but the process, and that i should have fun trying my hardest instead of hiding from the work. being that i didnt like 'school' very much, whenever your great grandfather said "sattle up son, its time to run!" i knew i was in for another adventure away from the funny smelling class rooms and odd looking adults.

it was on these little adventrues that he tought me all the things that you know how to do semingly naturally. you see, when i was growing up, the grocierystores had glass in all the windows and all the isles were filled with as much food as you could fill into your basket. the men of great granpas age did not know evan how to skin a rabbit, or 'lay low'. enybody from eny corner of the would could instantly communicate with eny other person, enywhere else in the world. and within one day, you could be enywere in the world. you would think, that with the amount of power that every person had, someone would be able to save the world from itself but that was not the case. your grandfather tried to talk to people, and tell them that they were going the rong way with this power but no one wanted to listen. now you listen closly child. it wasnt becouse a bad man took too much power for himself, but becouse so many people had so much power that no one cared to do enything at all.

father always tought me that i could have enything i wanted, but i had to think of it first, than i had to work hard for it making shure that i cept the people i loved happy along the way. he said that the world had forgotten the three things that had built the mountans of glass and steel. the first was that people fogot how to be resposible, always thinking that the problems belong to someone else. next, since so much was possible in the world, the old technological masters forgot what it was to dream about things. for instance becouse they know exactly what the stars are, they forgot how amazing it is just to look at them. and last, when everything you want is given to you, you dont know how to get it yourself. your forget what it means to work.

becouse of all these things, the leaders of man became confused within themselvs forgetting that if they take from thier position, but forget to steer, the world would run blind and eventually forget were it was going in the first place. and the every day man forgot that the leaders were men just like themselvs, not magical creatures capible of reviving a system from natural decay. so they watched. most every tecnological master sat in his thrown, peering into the windows of the the world from one spot, saying how terrible it was that no one was doing enything.

now little eight, man must start once again from the begining. we can try as hard as we may to remember what happend to the men of great grandfaters age. but after all we all have to find our own answers, thats the single challenge that makes being a man so great.

in my room

sitting and looking all around me

sorounded by suggestions at memory

memory of things lost

memory of poor investments

memories of good times

memories of strong friendships


the world i live in and the life i lead

is shown by all the things around me


is all that i see

what i have wanted to be?

am i going

were i want to go?

will i be able to acheve

all my hopes and dreams?

for me for now i say yes

and i have my life to determan the rest.