the Delirious Noise of (irrelevant) Crowds.
and people say there is no serious comedy on TV anymore. i would have to disagree. night three of the DNC is the greatest argument i can offer. but why not? considering the epic joke 2020 has become. the sad part is the chaos will not be stilled after the election. the winner will be challenged. the loser will be retaliatory. we no longer live in a country "united under God". even that phrase (although added after the fact), has been removed when spoken by opposing party. i used to visit social media to get invigorated - fodder for my posts. i only go there now to remind myself how irrefutable the concept of faith. i simply cannot imagine living my life with as much disregard as those that post diatribes to science - allegiance to the immoral majority - conviction to desecration. at this stage in the process of my life i find value in observation. i look at "friends" i've known for decades and wonder what exactly i was envious of when we met. in place of admiration, i now feel sorrow. all the things i thought added to their value now serve only to deflate their allure. how amazing - God! to realize He sheltered me from casting anchor in their sea of deception. and while i may feel anxious when encountering waves on this ocean of life, i am not afraid. this election will in fact be one that stands as beacon along the shoreline of time. the result, however, no more important to the validation of my salvation than words of animosity written on chalkboards of assume:
merely the Delirious Noise of (irrelevant) Crowds.
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like Mario, i too have found myself pushed right to the limit. when it seemed there was nothing left to do but scream, and so i did. what effect did that have on my plight? relatively nothing. rest assured, however,there was much needed emotional relief from the release of built up anxiety!
not sure why this particular speech came to mind today. having so many to choose from in my arsenal of favorites, i must feel more connection to the message contained in this particular verbal retaliation.
"There is a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part; you can't even passively take part, and you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you've got to make it stop. And you've got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it, that unless you're free, the machine will be prevented from working at all!" - Mario Savio.
and one more take away from a day filled with extreme angst as well as emancipation...
at the same time i am pushing away the awareness that life is sometimes not exactly like you had imagined, nor hoped, i am also kindly reminded (get out of my head sir) that life, my life, is in fact unfolding as planned. on a day not so very long ago, when feeling as if the baggage i had acquired from a life so often filled with adversity, was more weight than i could carry, i heard the words of Dr. Robert Oppenheimer as he commented on the test of his "atomic" bomb. hearing him state with such matter-of-fact ownership his part in creating, as he called it, Death, still gives me chills. how finite that moment of ignition must have been to him. to realize the possibilities that detonation would provide for all humanity. and then to hear him utter that most profound phrase "now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds"!
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l8w3Y-dskeg)
these two men remind me of the power of conviction. while Mario was empowered by the possibility of solidarity, Dr. Oppenheimer was sadly reminded of its consequence. it seems we've really not emancipated ourselves from our own supposed incarcerations after all. we may rise against, and justifiably own copy write to our self-proclaimed supremacy over inability, but in the end there will be just that; the end. and unless you live within the paradigms of faith in the concept of life ever after, all your wrought will be in vain.
for me, to express feelings that could have such an indelible impact on even one heart would be the greatest remuneration. to get to the end of my journey completely out of breath from screaming words of liberation and encouragement would truly be the most perfect of endings. and in regards to those demons that perhaps i share with either of the aforementioned men, this post...
merely the Delirious Noise of (irrelevant) Crowds.
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Wednesday, December 2, 2015
casting out demons with Mario and Robert and - you?
Mario Savio had something to say 51 years ago,and boy did he say it with passion. i find his speech made on the steps of Sproul Hall in December of 1964, while brief, contains such amazing power!( <iframe width="420" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/_bsmvOalk0o" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe> )
like Mario, i too have found myself pushed right to the limit. when it seemed there was nothing left to do but scream, and so i did. what effect did that have on my plight? relatively nothing. rest assured, however,there was much needed emotional relief from the release of built up anxiety!
not sure why this particular speech came to mind today. having so many to choose from in my arsenal of favorites, i must feel more connection to the message contained in this particular verbal retaliation.
"There is a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part; you can't even passively take part, and you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you've got to make it stop. And you've got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it, that unless you're free, the machine will be prevented from working at all!" - Mario Savio.
and one more take away from a day filled with extreme angst as well as emancipation...
at the same time i am pushing away the awareness that life is sometimes not exactly like you had imagined, nor hoped, i am also kindly reminded (get out of my head sir) that life, my life, is in fact unfolding as planned. on a day not so very long ago, when feeling as if the baggage i had acquired from a life so often filled with adversity, was more weight than i could carry, i heard the words of Dr. Robert Oppenheimer as he commented on the test of his "atomic" bomb. hearing him state with such matter-of-fact ownership his part in creating, as he called it, Death, still gives me chills. how finite that moment of ignition must have been to him. to realize the possibilities that detonation would provide for all humanity. and then to hear him utter that most profound phrase "now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds"!
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l8w3Y-dskeg)
these two men remind me of the power of conviction. while Mario was empowered by the possibility of solidarity, Dr. Oppenheimer was sadly reminded of its consequence. it seems we've really not emancipated ourselves from our own supposed incarcerations after all. we may rise against, and justifiably own copy write to our self-proclaimed supremacy over inability, but in the end there will be just that; the end. and unless you live within the paradigms of faith in the concept of life ever after, all your wrought will be in vain.
for me, to express feelings that could have such an indelible impact on even one heart would be the greatest remuneration. to get to the end of my journey completely out of breath from screaming words of liberation and encouragement would truly be the most perfect of endings. and in regards to those demons that perhaps i share with either of the aforementioned men, this post...
behind blue eyes
lips pursed tightly -
scream suppressed -
eyes masking the terror that hides within...
in this sad world -
silence becomes a much wanted,
much needed place -
(the voices never quiet)
but elusive;
the dissipating wisp of smothered flame,
phrases barely visible on foggy mirrored panes...
to find that place -
where dreams reside -
that Xanadu of peace -
to float like clouds upon a tranquil sky,
oh what release...
to find recompense -
from the madness,
(oh Father, where art thou?)
that would be the greatest gift!
more pure than gold -
to be held,
not just the one who holds!
