The Savage Philosopher

Without fail, every time I try to push or force my personal reality into existence I face an immobile Force that pushes back. I then get frustrated when my desire is not manifested. For instance; even as I wish to create this blog post I am being interrupted through my Facebook Messenger. In this case, I am attached to the idea of completing this blog post and the interruptions frustrate my desired end state. And then, through the conversations I'm having on the Facebook messenger, I am further tasked with things that will interrupt my day. These interactions are not inherently bad. They simply do not fit my worldview on what I imagined the day would be. My attachment to the situation is the direct cause of my negative emotions and frustrations. The obvious solution would be not to have any attachment. Without attachment I would not have these negative emotions, but I also would not have any positive emotions either. Or is this assumption wrong? This brings into context the word

Be warned, this post may offend. I wish that the visions of Ghandi and Dr. King were the mainstream belief systems of all the people in the world. Unfortunately, they are our inspired outliers. They lift us up in their vision because the truth of the matter is that we are savages. Humans, like all animals on this planet, fight for survival and resources. We are violent opportunist, and our ability to apply our skills has allowed us to remain on the top of the food chain. We will become prey the moment we do use our ability to apply violence. While this may not be the ideal version of the human race, it applies to the mass majority. The tools of our violence have evolved from fists to nuclear weapons. The purpose of the tools is to ensure our survivability. When you look at the human species from a global perspective we create all the violence because we are struggling to survive on a global scale. This struggle is played out on the micro and macro levels. The recent school sho

Perception of time. The first thing that I noticed was that my perception of time had changed. It had been stretched. The day seemed to drag on forever with the worst parts being around are traditional meal times. It was as if my awareness of every moment had become focused on what was happening around me. The slight feeling of Hunger in my gut is what kept me anchored to all the moments. It wasn't painful physically. But I was not prepared but he emotional impact of having such awareness. Deafening silence. Some people have a hard time sitting in a room quietly without distractions. As if it served a greater purpose than simple entertainment. I have come to the conclusion that the distraction protects us from our own thoughts. Through my own meditation practices of sitting quietly in a room, it has never been difficult for me to be alone with my own thoughts. But somewhere around hour 75 I started to have an emotional breakdown. The hyper awareness gained by the anchored hu