Tнε Path of Faith

I have been having sleepLess nights thinking about the upComing "Dawn Of Justice". This is the movie that will put to rest the age long dispute of Superman vs Batman, though I think it be a draw beCause if either defeats the other; they will  have a full scale riot on their hands from Team Super or Team Bat. I hope I do not faint in the cinema while watching this. I cannot imagine Superman and Batman in a face off. (Sexy sexy)Henry Cavill and (sexy sexy)Ben Afleck - both square jawed, both full haired with incredible hairlines, both insanely buff. Henry Cavill is such a sexy beast, but I will take dark, brooding, greying templed, baboon-like walking, smiling-out-of-the-side-of-his-mouth, tight pert bottomed Afleck any day. Le gentleman has got sides to him that you need to go deep diving to unCover. Initially, when I heard Ben Afleck was going to play Batman; I thought - the end has arrived. This franchise is over. How can they use a failed superhero (Daredevil) to pl...

YES.  Trek wide and far till your feet are sore and blistered; till your eyes alight in wonder and your heart is bursting with experiences. Sail far and wide against the elements. Face your fears and own them. Sail far till the smile never leaves your face and you are engorged with childish delight.  Go, now.  Tomorrow will wait...

When you stand up for what you believe in, when you put yourself out there and start to go after what you want, some people will inadvertently stop liking you.  Truth is, they never really liked you in the first place. Or perhaps they just wrote you off as 'safe'. But the moment you started doing someThing that they did not have the courage to do themSelves, they panicked. That panic translates itSelf into, "I don’t like that guy/girl". Do not let that get to you.  Do not internalize it. It is a perfectly normal reaction, and it happens at all levels. Keep pushing on and #NeverStopBelieving #NSB

This is just... #NoWords The  2015 Bugatti ''Vision Gran Turismo'' 8.0 W16 1500 Hp 463 Km/h 287 mph   #BEAST. I cannot imagine the vibration of the engine. The smell of the leather. The smooth feel of the compact steering wheel in that heavenly looking cockpit I am with you in spirit. *sigh* *sigh* *sigh* 

I have been torn withIn mySelf lately… I have arrived at a crossRoad, a point where I have to make a decision regarding my mind. In the past, it was easy for me to mentally hop like a kangaroo from one subject to another. Zip here. Zap here.One second thinking of science, the second thinking of philosophy and how magical the scholars and philosophers must have been in Ancient Greece; with their togas and leafy headBands, their nose; their gods.  That now takes ones thoughts to Rome, to the grandeur of the coliseum. The gladiators. The debauchery. The perversions. The decadence. Think “ Caligula ” - no, not an exaggeration but an accurate depiction of the times. Not really a fan of Persian hedonism. Mainly Greek, Roman, Egyptian civilisations. Norse. Vikings. Barbarians. My interest has recently been piqued by African civilisations… the beautiful Dark people. The best DNA. Great genetics. The excitement of science. Astronomy. Complex equations. The breathTaking...

To think that this is a fourteen year old girl and a seventeen year old boy. Chidren. Just children. Such great minds. This is what happens when your do not try to mould your children into the status quo but let them fly free and find themSelves as individuals withOut a care for being part of a social machine. They can change the world. Will and Jada should be given parent of the century awards and I am sure they sleep easy every night knowing that with or withOut them; the future of their offSprings are set on their sure path for life, supporting each other. Close knit. Unbreakable bond. Will Smith is a visionary, a wise family man and a true genius. He truly underStands what is important in life. A great father, great husband, great actor, great rapper. Most of all, he succeeded where it mattered most - as a great human being whose name will outLive him, in more ways than one. These children rejected formal education (and the parents respected their decision) and dec...

There is a difference between understanding someBody and knowing how to underStand someOne. The former is from limited perspective while the latter is from an infinite.  Open mind. Open life.

I want to hurt you just to hear you screeeeam my name... I want to love you but I better not touch I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop I want to kiss you but I want it too much I want to taste you, but your lips are venomous poison you're poison running through my veins I don't want to break these chains your mouth, so.. hot your web, I'm caught your skin, so moist Black leather , on sweat My cruel device Blood like ice One look could kill your pain, my thrill I hear you calling and it's needles and pins I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name Don't want to touch you, my fingers are singed .. but you're under my skin Burnin' deep inside my brain Flowing  deeeeeep inSide my veins. ⇉   Eternally Alice.

I crave a utopian society.  A dream, I know. As I cannot  imagine any aspect of this world ever achieving that ideal, considering its appalling state of dystopian realities. I crave a utopian existence.  Unfortunately, absolutely unrealisable as one still has to co-exist with the external dsytopian and uber dysfunctional society. Perhaps, someDay I might create one. A society of pure constructive freedom. Constructive, because freedom without boundaries will result in anarchy. Paradox? Nay. Contradictory? Nay. Nay. Absolute freedom is a (realistic) myth same way a utopian society is. So, I will continuue to trudge through the murky waters of everyDay realties; and perhaps, someDay: I may be able to run stark naked into the ocean and swim to the ficticious island withOut having to reTurn to the human cesspool. Till then, I can only dream... Our world.

What is life about? The search for truth? The pursuit of freedom? The continuous state of hope? Attaining the pinnacle of contentment? What is it, really? Is it about the  Rituals of EXISTence ? White picket fences and well trimmed lawns? Keeping up with the joneses? Really? Attending high society functions wearing lace and diamonds? What is it all about? (A) There is a beginning - Birth.   (B) There is a middle - Life.   (C) There is an end - Death. If we are aware of the above, this then implies that life is about B -  the (not so) straight line between A and C. If this is the case, then why waste the precious currency called Time on nonsensities? Live well. Live free. Peace to all. ~FIN~

"Death like birth is the secret of nature". Marcus  Aurelius  Antoninus (2nd century AD).   Imagine the words of a man living after him HUNDREDS of centuries later.   C'est un incredible...

I was contacted recently by an acquaintance from the days of yore.  You see, she used to be my friend; then she beCame an acquaintance. When she called me, I was open-minded hearing from her. Reminisced about the good old early 20s mayhem and brouhaha. She said she found me on facebook. I had not checked her profile or anyThing, so I had no clue what she looked like now, or what she was up to.  I chatted away, her response to my chatter seemed someWhat forced. She said she was "proud" of me kept saying I taught her how to hustle, implying that I contributed to where she was. She said she lived in Staten Island and she still did her importation business. I was happy for her, she was doing well.   So, I probed excitedly; asking for more details about her life. She said she had a job("well, it pays the bills"), she had a daughter("oh, I am not married by the way; it's just one of those things"). Now, I actually started listening. The laughter...

Work while they sleep.    Work when they work.       Work while awake.          Work when asleep.             Work when you eat.                 Work when you drive.                    Work, work, work, work.                               Thus, shalt thou thrive.  YES. 

To underStand how great Whitney's voice is, try singing at her pitch. When your voice begins to strain, imagine that is where hers begins and beyond...  (yes, is is is IS).   Try singing the song beLow withOut pause or break as she did and you might underStand: Whitney is not dead.  Her body is dead, but the most important part of her remains ALIVE in all of us. In fond memories filled with self expression.  She has the sort of voice that penetrates deep inTo the human part of you beCause she sang from a pure place in her core. She practically screeeamed the entire song above at the top of her lungs with such clarity and purity of pitch, it is ethereal. A spiritual experience.    Whitney... There will never be another.  Yes, there is sadness that she has passed. Sadness at the waste, the loss, the self destructiveness which ruined her at the end. You see, the interesting thing is no one totally hated her. They ridiculed her, mocked th...

Humans are simply guests on Earth with the illusion that they are in charge.   The day Mother Nature is tired of the shenanigans of her ungrateful inhabitants, and she is fast getting to that point; she is going to wipe them out with one fell stroke.   "Time to clean up",  she says...