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   I have been doing a lot of thinking in the past few days, probably something I should not be doing a lot of, considering a rather insane conclusion I have come to.

  I am beginning to think that what we regard as laws of reality are created rather than discovered. Sure, there are definitively constant laws of nature but they are few, and at one time were probably easily broken.

  My proposal is that through out mankind’s history we have come to agree on various characteristics to various phenomenon. Through a collective hive we have cemented laws which govern how things behave.

  In the dawn of civilization I am relatively confident that there were all sorts of random anomalies popping up all over the place. And I think, as society draws ever closer to its closure, we will start to see anomalies manifest again.

  This society we live in is dangerous for a society and for the spirits of the individuals whom compose the society. We are lead to believe that the world is exhaustible, and that we need to exhaust it in order to thrive. Mystery is regarded as the enemy in which we need to conquer. Our inquisitive temperament has become a ticking bomb opposed to an assist.

  We are left with an unbearable sense of boredom, with our selves and others, and with our toys. When we encounter something unknown which does not neatly snap into our paradigm of reasoning, we become bothered and frightened.

  Fortunately we have institutions that take care of these situations. Their job is to explore the phenomenon in depth where they eventually encounter a wall. If this institution has gathered enough “data” they continue to explore. Regardless if a break through is achieved they are only met with an additional wall, one of greater density. But this is an unusual management of mystery - commonly found in conventional science with a bent towards the theoretical and philosophical. And what of the other conventional sciences? Well….they either come to an agreed understanding or toss it out.
 

  There are vanguards, individuals whom take a leap of faith, head first in the upside-down hole of the unconventional, often in violation towards the caution of their peers. These individuals at one point were the movers and shakers of culture and the sciences. Yet now, in the age of extreme conformity and rigidity these individuals, upon voicing their aberrant prospective are almost always dragged through the mud.

  We have safe-guards, to reduce the production of these individuals. Universities by omitance, and exposure are involved in processing the controversial into controverts - social contraception.

  In fact, I would say this whole experiment of modern civilization is a form of social contraception. My recommendation: poke a hole in the condom.

  The question of how is of primary concern as it is difficult to tear the fabric when one is scarcely aware that they are wearing anything at all. Perhaps a condom is not metaphorically accurate. Instead, what we are wearing is indeed a death shroud.

  Out of all the conventional schools of science I find Egyptology the most repugnant. The members of this academic association are perhaps the most walled-eyed gaggle of “learned” nincompoops of all time. No, I am not suggesting that aliens built the pyramids. But I am suggesting they were by far more sophisticated in technology, biology, cosmology, and spirituality than what we are lead to believe.
 

  What I am saying with all this seemingly loose associated prattle - we are faced with an enemy of inner origins. Rigidity.
 

  This is the start where you, the readers may commence in throwing rotten haggis, fecal matter, and other equally repulsive cast-off substances at me.

  I am a heretic, a loon, and a moron. And I am comfortable with that. My eyes twitch, my face randomly contorts and I scamper around in dark abandoned pills of refuse. And I am more than happy to do it all.

  Where do I begin with delighting you, inspiring you to feel better about yourself while you mutter: “At least I have more brains then this chromosome deficient baboon”?

  I think I’ll start with gravity. Gravity is one of those few constant laws I spoke of initially. Yet, with that said, I think Sir Newton was the culprit in putting the preverbal coffin in the nail. Before this man, certainly long before him, before mankind had gathered too much momentum in logic, gravity was pliable. I wish I would pay more attention to names and dates as it is certainly important when talking on this subject. Anyway, long ago, in China there was a man who made a chair, with a propulsion system at the rear of it, stuffed with gun powder, and there was a small sail attached to the canopy. Legend says that when it was ignited the man and his contraption flew out of sight, never to be seen again.

  In his blunder did he blow himself up into such a infinitesimal mess that he was vaporized instantly?

  Modern science as duplicated the chair and naturally found that no way in hell could the thing gain any real lift.

  I think it did, and I think the legend to be an accurate portrayal of the incident.

  Again, another contraption takes place, and again I am without dates or names. On the Greek islands there was a province under constant attack. A neighboring friend had constructed a mechanized giant metal man and sent it to this province under constant attack. The story goes that the thing patrolled three times a day, pelting invaders with boulders.

  Do I think this to be accurate, yup, and in the face of modern robotics where robots are in the infantile stages with intelligence on par with a lobotomized cockroach.

 
  Flying Yogis were said to hop about building a spring like momentum as they went, getting higher and higher until lifting off into stable flight. Today there are sects who regard these tails as true, yet can not hop more than five feet. Proof that my hypothesis is correct. (That was a joke). I’m not that fucked in the head. But, yes, once more I believe the ancient yogis did indeed sail to the skies.

  Then there is the account of a medieval man who was obsessed with the notion of flight, and he had made a crude par of wings out of timber which he was to tether to his arms. The man was also fond of drinking, One day a nobleman heard of the man and his ludicrous idea and offered the man to come up to his estate which overlooked a cliff. The nobleman proposed a bet. If the man was to obtain flight with his silly wings than the nobleman would buy him as much alcohol as he cared to drink. The man jumped off the cliff, and plummeted to his death.
 

  In conclusion I think the more we gather knowledge about certain aspects of nature the more we imprison our selves to these obligations. I think that ultimately, contradictions can exist in one space, and I don’t think there is any true understanding to any of it.

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