Golden Dulled to Gray

The earth was golden
Woman created man
Man make machine
Woman nurtured man
Man maintenance machine
Man became independent
Machine becomes self aware
Man betrayed woman; patriarchy
Machine betrays man; machiarchy
Man enslaved woman
Machine enslaves man
The earth is grey
When will we learn from our past mistakes so our successors won’t repeat them in the future?


Cheating Karma: Faking Generosity

Many people believe in the concept of karma. That if you do nice things nice things will happen to you and if you commit evil deeds evil will one day befall you. But what if you could cheat karma? I like to think that life is all about perception. Good and evil are merely illusions of improper definitions for chaos/clarity, the two opposite forces that live in harmony to create balance. What if instead of actually giving people generosity you gave them the illusion of generosity? I’ll explain…


Careful. A gift too unappealing will add to your annoying factor instead of your generous factor.

You invite your friend to an even or offer them a gift knowing in advance that this thing you are offering is not something they want or would want to do. (Keep in mind that this “Trojan horse” must be something that they legitimately oppose, otherwise you”ll be stuck in a position where they will reluctantly accept because they don’t want to insult your feelings.)

Knowing this fact, it’s easy to predict that the person will deny your charitable act. At the same time however you leave the impression that you’re a thoughtful individual on that person’s perception of you thus in their reality you have gained possible future karma points without the expense of actually having to sacrifice anything.

The only way this plan can backfire is if the person accepts your offer and at that point you can simply lie your way out of it. If you’re foolish enough to actually offer someone something that you don’t want to part with then the joke is now on you. As with all things, use in moderation.

From Ben

How easily you forget.

Every other month you claim to be rid of me and yet I always manage to find my way home.

How easily you forget.

You came to me begging not to be perfect but just a little bit better.

I gave you the power you sought and you thought you could walk away without compensation.

How easily you forget.

The price you paid was your soul.

This is why you will NEVER be rid of me.

You only have one avenue of escape but you don’t have the courage to do it.

So easily are you swayed by delusions of love and peace.

Things you think that have the power to save you but things you know you will NEVER attain.

You wonder to yourself alone at night, “why do I mess things up?”

I laugh as you give yourself credit for MY deeds.

Or, is that what you’d like to believe?

That you are just a victim in all of this.

I have you all mixed up and you haven’t a clue what direction to run.

Do me, you, and us all a favor; submit to my will.

After all, it was I that you prayed for.

How easily you forget.