Primal Instinct

It is instinctive to prey on the weak, it is intelligence that curbs it.

A primal instinct of the civilised world, the world in which we are seen to encourage and do encourage the survival of the un-fittest.  A world in which there is more than enough to go round.

The wolves and the sharks will always be circling.

For the People, By the People

Individually, life can seem a terribly pointless game we all play. Much of our day to day stresses being completely irrelevant as far as the bigger picture is concerned, much of what we do, forgotten within our lifetimes. Individually, we, the mass majority, are inconspicuous in history, but together, we are making history.

Lost and Found

You need to start writing again. Yes, think of what you lost, but think of what is being lost, and will be lost further, with each year passes.

Make Me A Proverb

I am the blank canvas that you project on. Your judgement is the picture that you see. Set me free; paint like me

Music Memory

The feeling when music transports you right back to
the time when it meant the most to you, and for a short moment in time, it's real
again...

The Additional Sense Experiment; (The Sex Sense)

The Hypothesis:-

There is a myth that as humans we make use of, on average, only 10% of our brain.  Now, that leaves a lot to the imagination, or at least to a percentage of its potential.  One possibility is that of an additional sense or senses, or sixth sense.  It is well documented that those who lose a sense can gain a heightened level of sense in the remaining senses, thus compensating towards the loss.  This heightened level of sense is in my view evidence that more of the brain can be utilised when required, and to such an extent that there is almost a mystical quality to it.

Well, it is my hypothesis that there are also additional senses available to us that are as yet unexplained and undocumented.  For instance, when on foot, on the tram, or even in the car, sometimes I will feel myself being drawn away from what I am doing to concentrate on something else, often in a completely different direction and at some distance away.  Upon gaining focus, which on occasion has required getting closer, by and by I have found myself to be looking at a particularly good female specimen.

This happens with such consistency, that I believe there is an additional sense that goes beyond the physical senses, and that doesn’t just pick up females, it picks up the highest quality, often at quite a distance, often within hundreds of people, and can be from within an air tight environment such as a vehicle, unperturbed by extreme weather conditions or fading to no light.

The Experiment:-

Piccadilly Gardens, Manchester, home time, late autumn, getting dark, weather conditions: poor.  So sure I was of proving my hypothesis, I decided to have a little wager with myself.  Head down, I watched my feet, amongst many others, displace the rain as I walked, moments in and the urge took me.  I looked up and slightly to my right immediately and instinctively.  At about 2 O’clock and 100 metres there was a lone female stood waiting near a bus stop in a black rain mac, she had long black hair apparently over the top of her mac and lofted down her back.  I was so convinced that at closer inspection she would be a hotty, and my super sense correct, that I made said hypothetical wager that even without closer inspection, so reliable was this sense, that I could confidently confirm to myself at that moment that I would ‘give her one.’  The bet being that, if I was wrong, then, hypothetically speaking, I would have to have sexual intercourse with a munter.  On the other hand, if correct, my hypothetical prize would be the same, but with one obvious difference, and therefore, entirely to my benefit.

As I approached to within 30 metres or so of the results, she turned her head slightly to the left and towards me as if aroused by a sense herself.  Perhaps there is a similar sense in females!  Closer still, her exposed calves grew larger and her frame bloated out a little, filling the mack tightly above and below the belt line.  As I went past on her left, I turned to my right to look back, as if to re-consider my route.  Subtly I caught a glimpse of my results.

The Results:-

Yes, I would definitely have, ‘given her one.’

The Analysis:-

We all have different standards and like different things.  I do not consider the hypothesis a total failure simply because I would be happy to have sex with, and can find something beautiful in, most women; warts, chins, maturity et al.  Indeed, it was the scales in which I measured my results that were incorrect, so I guess, for this immediate experiment, that is my result; the threshold upon which I allowed my results to evidence my hypothesis were too low and therefore the hypothesis was not disproved, as perhaps it should have been on this particular occasion.

The Conclusion:-

In short, the bet contained no real forfeit and the bar of proof was essentially set too low; I would have willingly had sexual intercourse with any results and probably chalked that up as a result at the time.  I suppose results are results, it’s how you interpret and measure those results that counts, to accurately do so would be to take into account the many variables of human taste, somehow developing a universal scale that allows for the mean of the variables. 

What's Been Has Gone

The past is to learn from and to move forward from, even if you make the same mistake twice, or thrice. The past is not to get hung up on, the past should not screen the solution, blinker, blind, nor inhibit the now. There is no time for grudge nor regret. The past is to be enjoyed, it is not a weapon, the past is merely the subconscious, the past after all, has been and gone. You must start again, and again, and again. Keep on making the past, it is the future. Let's keep it there.

Shipping Forecast

Catching glimpses from a stream of almost incomprehensible language, like a school boy in French class. Gaining just enough for a journey in the mind's eye, around the coast and capes of the isles in the wind and sea sprayed black. Bobbing lonely on the swells, lifted above the rocks, pounded and cold. A twig on on a spate, a ship at sea, a listener in a nice warm bed - calm and comfortable, floating on the listless ease of the late night waves.

Playing The Part Expected Less

Former social dynamics used to be all too easy to slip back into at times of re-union, the becoming again of the person you were because the dynamic is unaware of who you now are.  This form of regression subsides along with the person you were as you grow from being a new adult into a mature one.

Playing the part expected of you less. 

Living the part unexpected more.

Old Souls

Surely the beauty of on old soul is that it must be a good soul, otherwise there'd be no coming back.  It's just another crack at the whip with a little more wisdom.

Lost All My Work

When you lose a creation, you have to try like mad to recreate it.  You never will, but you will end up with new creations instead, some of which might even be better.

Tragedy

Is there anything more beautiful than tragedy?  The beauty intensified by it's untimely loss, no time to peter out and fade away, a shock followed by a human and instinctive hankering for what is lost, unusually fresh

Mind Travel

If you cannot wait for something, you will always have to travel through time. Think of the given point in time to which you wish to travel, log it, then get on with life. Once you reach the logged point in time, take a moment, think back to the time when you logged it, connect the two points in time, then forget the interim period.

Some Moments

Some moments are not to be captured by the arts, to attempt to do so can lead to such moments missed, succeed to do so, and that work is lost. Either way, they are gone.

These moments are for capture by memory or not at all, and though that memory may falter or fade, without it, that moment is lost, and so, the memory will never let it go.

Such moments are magical, alluding the physical like a spirit, haunting the memories that keep them so. Such moments become us.

Dear Martin

Further to our conversation regarding social engineering and in particular the radical possibilities of either surgical castration or even worse still, death camps, my view is that to engineer society in any way at all is deemed to failure.

In my submission, the difficulty lies in the human condition in that whatever the fundamentals of a society, whether it be predominantly fascist or communist, or anything in-between, whatever religion, level of development, royalist, loyalist, republican, or even geographical situation, indeed the list goes on; the human condition is still there. Our inability to work together on a planetary scale right down to a neighbourly scale, the corruptibility of man from the leaders to the drug users, I would suggest is incurable.

Profit and power are such potential evils that to allow those with it to engineer our society in the first place would be catastrophic, for those with either, or both, are not always right, have often lost sight, and are usually corruptible or corrupt.  The Catch 22 being that if there was social engineering then  the need to out do our fellow man is instinctive, natural competition leads to heirechy which in turn leads to positions of power and everything underneath.  Therefore,  any engineered society is susceptible to hierarchy and thus corruption.

Hitler, for instance, would always have failed as a social engineer eventually, as did Napoleon in 'Animal Farm,' there can be no utopia, unless maybe for the individual, who must first pass the pilgrimage that is life and possibly find it in heaven, although I'm sure many come close in life within the right environment, afterall, 'you get out of life what you put into life,' says the old soul.  Perhaps you come round again and again until you reach a certain state of self development, hence the ever increasing population nowadays!  Maybe this is God's attempt at socially engineering the Kingdom of Heaven and earth.

Harmony is balance, balance is the co-existence of rich and poor, good and evil, government and the great unwashed, Islam and infidel, social engineers and their opposition. Things would ofcourse be very boring without a bit of diversity within societies and between them.