Okay so this is a quote from one of my favorite musicals: HAIR
and I ask, as I sit here this:


All the clouds are cumuloft;
Walking in space;
Oh my God your skin is soft;
I love your face;
How dare they try to end this beauty?;
How dare they try to end this beauty?;
To keep us under foot;
They bury us in soot;
Pretending it's a chore;
To ship us off to war;
In this dive;
We rediscover sensation;
In this dive;
We rediscover sensation;
Walking in space;
We find the purpose of peace;
The beauty of life;
You can no longer hide;
Our eyes are open;
Our eyes are open;
Our eyes are open;
Our eyes are open;
Wide wide wide!"

AND:


"Our space songs on a spider web sitar;
Life is around you and in you;
Answer for Timothy Leary, dearie;
Let the sunshine;
Let the sunshine in;
The sunshine in;
Let the sunshine"

I guess the thing that is hard for me to understand is that common sense tells us the atrocities of WAR...the cause and effect of reality that we create around us. If this is so, why is it that so many come back and seek to understand such sorrow, and unnecessary pain? Isn't it common sense that WAR=LOSE?

This past Saturday night my friends and I decided to go to Sweetwaters for dinner....the sitting taking awhile "forced" us to wait...and so smiling to myself, not letting my friends "know" that I was happy for this turn of events, that fate would allow me to have them see the latest "art on display" at the Firehouse gallery downtown church street...there we saw simplistic and raw art at it's best. The four artists portrayed various current spending of the "Almighty dollar" in our ever continuous need for Super power over this mundane material existence. One artist approached me and let me know not only of a workshop of participates working with pulp, raw paper, but of a woman that used the very thing to protect her from this fruitless domination as a work of art...the paradox between the body armor and the Manuel of the US army brought me to tears...of complete and under confusion. The reality that what I see as common sense others see as effect....

Belief in a free flow of information....libraries/internet

If you suffer your people to be ill-eduated and their manners corrupt from infancy and then punish them for those crimes to which their first education disposed them what is to be concluded that you first make thevies and then punish them.

Raven in flight...do i dare ask and dream? yet again i let my instincts guide me through all possibilities and facets of pure realities. For who I am is who you see...but not who I truly am.

Cute! Laughing, smiling, dreaming, hoping, realizing, flowing...letting it go...solitude, cooperation, interminglness...music, beats, sounds, drumming, bass....rhthyms of intercities, fallen words of misspelled thoughts, so I am. I think subconciously in Czech. I speak in American. I write in my own...hmmmmm. So I am. Take flight. Journey on. Lost. Searching again. Letting it all just go! Be me. Alone. FREE. just FREE. just ME! To be me is to be free. To be with you, is to be me. You are my "Cort". And I am that paradox. For I am what you dream. The dream, the illusion is the question of all sublimity. So fall on through. The Klones of everyday mundaness....my language is my own. As these words are forever a continious overflow of emotion. Of thoughts beyond simple prayer. Organized religions of baptismal Catholisim, Buddhism, Taoism, Tantra...labels. Always defining as to create some answe to questions. I'd rather question for all eternity than to find absolute truth. I find comfort in the FACT there is NO absolute truth to all that I feel, all I experience....so nice! So FREE! So ME! peace:)

Confusing understanding of hopes contemplations
Dragging into a distance of fallen wanderings
Often created false desires
Of wanting passions
Continuously searching through a brume's awakening
Try as I may to falsify complete drags of true awareness
Only to find my heart's once again activations
Through what facet of medium am I to deliver
For what intendment are my true selves deserving
I ask only that for which I find calling
To possibly alleviate some harrowing annihilation
As if I may have any ascendancy
Through this rude edification
Try again