No missed calls: In defence of a fallen soldier

The vilification of his actions was thorough and precise: "that man fought the evil fight and died an evil death". "History is always written by the victor" said Niccolo Machiavelli. This explains why this man has been made into a beast. Touche oh victor, his memory has been been crushed. He is despised by most and there is not a single missed call on his phone.

Now who will cry for this fallen soldier ? A man who fell for what he believed in. Who will shed a tear for the one that dared to unite and fight under a different type of ideology? . Who will remember his courage and innovation in the most difficult and trying times ?. Who will point out the fact that although he thought differently, His fight was exactly the same ? Who Will tell the youth that no single person can hold the monopoly of "Liberty" nor the definition of right and wrong?. "The surest way to corrupt a youth is to instruct him to hold in higher esteem those who think alike than those who think differently"- Nietzsche

A true soldier never goes to war to fight but to win. however, in order to win, they are very often forced to fight. The same is the case with this fallen soldier as he has been forced to fight in a desperate bid to win the war. His enemies unfortunately gained the upper hand and he fell believing in the doctrine that he stood for. Who is he ?

He is Mao, he is Karl Marx, He is Stanley "Tookie" Williams, He is Carlo Gambino, He is Fidel Castro, He Che Guevara, He is Michael McKevitt, He is Gideon Orkar, He is Attila the Hun, He is Maximilien Robespierre, He is Ayatollah Khomeini, He could be you and he very much could be me. Even if we dont understand these fallen soldiers, the least we can do is respect them.

From the realms of absolute power : Why I am not God

The concept of absolute power has never really been physically demonstrated on the human earth ... history has proven that power, no matter how much or strong, has always been contested on almost every level. Men in the likes of Genghis Khan, Alexander the great, Adolf Hitler, etc were powerful rulers who enjoyed overwhelming approval ratings. However, even at the peak of their rule, they never had a 100% hold on power as something or someone always stood in the way. In the human mind, the only person mostly thought to have absolute and incontestable power is a being referred to as "God".

Absolute power and authority is believed by most to be in the the hands of "God" or a "God" like being. It is also believed that from the perspective of God, all things are seen and every mystery is solved. One is very quickly tempted to wonder who exactly God is and what is His or Her exact location. Men like Pol Pot, Joseph Stalin, Adolf Hitler etc went crazy with power that was nothing close to absolute and proved very clearly that man must not be left unchecked. Thus If i was God, I would probably make Stalin look like mother Theresa ... Thank God I am not him ... Should anyone actually seek to be God or have God like powers ? .... I vote no .... Mans selfish, evil and animalistic tendencies tend to almost always override any sense of rationality or balanced thinking, and if left to run wild, will destroy, oppress and ruin anything that does not eat, sleep and think like him .... And the reward for the most savage animals of planet earth incontestably goes to; you probably guessed it already ....

The level of intoxication in the realms of absolute power will make a man getting off his twentieth shot of la fée verte(absinthe) look as sober as a judge. Power may be brutal and dangerous, but absolute power is lethal and deadly. No person should be God or try to have God like powers as there is none so powerful, so wise, and so rational to be able to take the fate of another person into his hands. In the thoughts of Henry miller, the best a person can do is to restore to others, the belief in personal guidance.

Guns as is butter: An indictment of the conventional intellectual

I exist only because i think, and i have created my fundamental right to differ on what appears to be the obvious. A human beings right to think independently is actually imperative to the continued existence of the human race. However, this right has been grossly abused by human beings themselves who are being increasingly thought for. A testament to the growing number of uneducated graduates we have filling up the world today.

Education is actually suppose to be the learning of knowledge. The process of knowledge acquisition and personal enlightenment are grossly limited by the existence of systems. A mind must be left to run free to attain the purest form of mental civilization. governments, schools, etc are actually blatant impediments to the process of enlightenment, and in the famous words of Walter reed(killah priest) "religion is like prison for the seekers of wisdom". Some of these systems are literally impossible to avoid while others might be able to be gradually compromised into a state of relative insignificance. Any type of system has many limitations and any form of limitation is an impediment to learning. Therefore, the less the limitations the greater the possibilities to learn and acquire knowledge. In light of the above, for any individual to suggest in the least that any system holds any significant form of enlightenment can be considered to be a mass misrepresentation of the facts. Let people go to school as they may be able to learn a little from this, but dont make them believe that once they have a PHD they have learned it all.

The arrogant state of conventional intellectualism is obviously unfounded and in need of urgent review. The current policy makers and "know it alls" have proven beyond reasonable doubt that they are actually "know nothings". They have unfortunately bought into a century long lie that has given them mental superiority based on ridiculous paper qualifications. "Until Philosophers are kings, or kings have the spirit of Philosophy, cities will never have rest from their troubles" says Socrates as reported by Plato in the republic ... Well i guess we have to brace for a whole lot more trouble.

The Evil

In sight of the confusing chaos I fall to my knees and say a brief prayer: "have mercy on our bloods". The rampaging souls of soulless men have consumed the realms with fire and brim stone destroying all in its path, and conforming all non-conformist. Many of the elite are destroyed in their stubbornness and any elements of nostalgia are smashed out of my bloods. The weeping kids are ordered to weep not as these emotionless beings reign down commotion and terror. In the mist of the craziness I spot a faint pattern .. "could this madness actually be for the greater good" ? Scores of scholars and the architects of the system are summarily executed and their bodies burnt to ashes. The blood of my bloods is spilled creating an ocean of agony and a sea of destruction. I am appalled and somewhat amazed at what appears to be a systematic and well orchestrated ideological genocide. The past becomes blurry as most elements of it are flushed out and brutally destroyed. The speed mixed with surprise makes the military doctrine of the blitzkrieg look like an exercise designed for turtles. The level of organization and coordination amongst the perpetrators of this madness shows that what is chaos for most is actually art for a chosen few. Concerned by the destruction of of history i think to myself "how can we learn now that there is nothing to learn from?" ... I am quickly called to order as the answer quickly pops into my head: "learn from this and live now" ...

I look back on the events of the last few minutes and it is crazy, it is intense, it is organized, it is executed with astonishing attention to detail, it is beautiful, it is art, and it is finished ...

Blasphemy

My school of thought has become paramount to my physical state. My perceptions have slowly become my reality and my reality is now too close to call. My prayers for redemption have been intentionally ignored as my major sin has taken me far beyond restitution.

Blasphemy; the most brutal sin that has ever committed me. My pathetic attempts to escape were easily frustrated by an ideology which i found to be simply irresistible. An ideology whose intimidating presence rendered me completely powerless, and whose pillars come in direct conflict with the laws of convention: hence its vilification. The blasphemy of my blasphemous ideology has brought me directly to the border of Hades and yes the devil actually does wear Prada. In fearing what i did not understand i was quick in trying to flee, until a closer glance showed that what was Hades for them was actually paradise for me. Blasphemy !!

I walk a tragic path of glory and a sad road of joy, a turbulent way of peace and shaky path to stability. I am guilty of aiding the messenger of doom and of accepting her uncomfortable message of mental emancipation. I have been banished to face punishment for my unforgivable sins, and strolled the land of torment seeking torment for my soul. But as i stared into the abyss and the abyss right back into me, there was nothing actually abysmal in what i saw, nor was there anything blasphemous in what i thought.

you must love me

As I am caught in the mix of the lights and the glits, imprisoned by the freedoms that are based on a myth, I have been taught to run after a dream that does not exist. Like the rose that grew from concrete as explained by Mr Shakur, you must celebrate my will know and my tenacity to reach the sun. My never ending urge to explain my convictions and my never ending need to justify my philosophy. some people call it weird while others call it stupid, I prefer to call it my tragedy or my justifiable destruction.

You may not like the man I am or the man i will become, but you must always respect and recognize the fact that i still became a man. You may not like the path that i walk or the direction that i take, but at least i walk a path chosen on my own and take a direction that i feel is right ... A path whose end holds my redemption, and whose cost is the beautiful solitude. With my soul trapped in this liberated mindset, I have traded my last breath for tears and all my blood for absolutely nothing ... Yet i still breath and i miraculously still bleed, you must love me because I miraculously still be.

Dont hate me because you dont like what what i am doing with my life today, hate me when i change what i am doing because i am scared of what you are going to say. S0 until i am visibly shaken or terrified by your lame words, you have absolutely no choice but to love me.

In a timeless space: Reflections of a suicidal veteran

A couple of seconds to the end and it was apparently clear: His demons had gained tactical advantage and he was never going to make it out of there alive. All alone in his room, disillusioned and defeated, he stares hard at that glock as he drifts into a brief mental paradise, a place of pure peace and a space of no time. With a slight grin and a whole lot of tears, he is quite shocked at how the history of glory and triumph that trails him never prepared him for what ultimately turned out to be the final battle.

With the scars from battles fought, certificates from universities gone and awards from tournaments won, he had gained the respect and admiration of all apart from one ... the one whose respect can only be earned through a careful process of solemn reflection and unilateral humility ... The one who could not care less about your physical achievements ... The one whom he conveniently choose to ignore ... Blinded by the false system which glorifies nothings, he ascended to a rarefied atmosphere of "perfection" and "greatness".

Staring hard at that glock he can finally see: the falsehood, the failure and the illusion of a life well lived. A sad case of misplaced priorities and displaced aspirations. "i was once great ... or at least they thought i was" ... his last thoughts as a loud bang gives the final victory to his demons.