Whoot Whoot, life sucks but I try to make the world a little better in my own little way.

I like looking through my eyes, because looking through anyone elses would probably clog up my vision. I prefer my eyes because they were the eyes that I was born with... I like that I was born with these eyes, and not without these eyes. If I were to be born without these eyes, I would have written a book about salty fruit salad(oops, I already did that) and I would enjoy pineapple skins. As I prefer to not eat the skin of a pinapple, or any tough, spikey, yellowiss fruit, I am glad that the eyes I look through are mine.

i suppose i've never questioned these things before...like, "what is green?" try describing the color green to a blind person. there are no direct feelings or characteristics in which you could use to describe the it. you may say, "the grass is green", but that's only because you are relating an object to the color. in themselves, many things are indescribable. it could be possible that i've questioned this before, but briefly and in only enough time to merely know that it's beyond me at the moment. unrecognizable at first glance to the average human being; a fraction of time in which green vanishes from my mind and i've forgetten the complexity. i do this on purpose, but in the end it will drive me crazy not knowing. my philosophy class is amazing - so many things to question, but w/o knowing what questions to ask. i suppose it's mostly awe, which intrigues the mind even more. how would you describe "good"...or "beauty" without example? one of the most interesting concepts may be "large" or "small". as socrates once said, "it is also through largeness that large things are large and larger things are larger, and by smallness that small things are smaller." - giving truth to the idea that we most certainly learn by example. beyond that, what is right? who's say your large is my large? it seems we just seem to know, through some sort of priori knowledge in which this universal knowing keeps us safe -safe from the truth, possibly? we assume. and assume we're right. but what is right if we all have a different definition of the word? and the "real world" in which we live - the country in which we fight for justice. will we ever reach a just society if we don't have an agreeance on it's definition? socratic ethics are thoroughly intellectualist. i never thought i would find myself understanding such a concept, or if not completely understanding, at least trying to identify. to know the good is to do the good, leaving no room for weakness of will. this is a socratic belief - which also makes an interesting point that i've discovered (maybe not for the first time). If good is to do good and evil is ignorance, i'm intrigued by the thought of asking for forgiveness. If "bad" is carried out, this leaves no room for forgiveness, and if there were an exception to the rule, would the "ignorant" know enough to ask for forgiveness? the people that may need it most have no mindset to comprehend it seems. broken down, it's said that if human beings knew real "good" and "bad", they wouldn't demonstrate the bad. in doing bad, you portray that you are ignorant (or unknowing) of the good. i think christians would disagree...what with the devil's temptation. complexity is slipping my mind, but i must keep questioning things like this. a "sin" is a willing act, but it seems acceptable in our society to create a negative situation and repent at another time - possibly when it's convenient for us? this is also learned by example and if it weren't, i'd have to ask if evil would still exist. it seems the act of cleansing your sins is an excuse to be "bad" and "born again". no would would commit wrongs and if they did, they would mean it, leading back to the idea that there is no room for weakness of will. only good know good. i cannot even being to describe the "perfect world". everyone seems to be afraid of this concept..."oh, what a bore", but why would your perfect world be boring? mine certainly wouldn't, if i even begin to break down the complexity of such a concept. there may not be a single person that wouldn't mind a perfect world. when you imagine this world it is natural for you to focus on how this perfection would benefit yourself. people other than you surely do exist, but they are under your command. under your "perfect". indeed a perfect world could never exist because of such conflits. hell, we can't even define the color green, how are we able to comprehend the idea of "perfect", much less agree 100% with someone else on it's definition. in either sense, without a question of agreeing, the perfect world seems harmless, and that may be - but it's up to you to decide. i don't think we're fully grasping any of this... maybe it's for the better.

We must not be distracted by pain, physicall OR mental, and we must not let it become an ally, for it will backstab you at the first chance it gets. Watch your pain, use it to your advantage.

If you're (referring to all people) always right, then shouldn't everyone else? Think on it.

if you ask me what exactly it is like looking through my eyes then i would say something like, the world is warped through the eyes of a fifteen year old. then again... im living in tokyo at the moment and it is an insane world. the people are nice, you can tell the people are nice underneath, somewhere inside, but in such crowds that you hit at peak hour...they are like a stone wall. i want to say a random hello to somebody on a train and just see what they would so (it is not the done thing so i assume i would get ignored) something that really annoys me is that whilst walking straight ahead you cxan think 'i will be the authoritive one, they will move for me' they never do and i always end up causing more problmes then it is worth. so annoying

I don't care what people say about me. At least, magazines and TV tell me I don't. But I do. We all do. I know that even though I don't do my hair, shave my legs, or wear today’s trends. The ones that people don't know are trends, I hate myself inside. For not being the sex-goddess that magazines and TV tell us to be. For not being the fun one, talking about booze, and having no cares about the world or anything for that matter. I say the phrase commonly used by hippies "fuck the system" all too often. I know what government, and society program us to think and like. Such as, the only way any of us can relive stress, is by consuming alcohol, all of which the profits go to what started war, death showers, in vain blood shed. I know that peace, and love, are soon to be things in the past. I know that cancer is just another way to make money. I know that we are told that drugs are bad, but that pot is better for you then smoking or drinking. I know they intend to keep that a secret. I know that propaganda is an easy tool to use, and that morons like us, fall for it every time. I know that people worry about things like discrimination because media tells us what an evil thing it is. I know that you tell yourself what is good and what is bad because you will be bombarded by them if you don't. I know consumers are what the chip they implanted in our mind when we were just small children, are all we will amount to. I know that you may be thinking I am what government and society have told you is stupid. I know we are all brain washed into thinking we have power to make change, so we think we have done so much, when all we have done is brought them more money. I know that if you read this fast enough, you may get sucked into my world, my paradise where nothing can lie to me. I know that you can not look away because I tell you can't. Yes. You are my pawns. I own you! And that will never change. I know we think that it will. But I know they already told you that.

What is it like looking through my eyes? If you take off my glasses I can see four inches in front of me, the rest is too blurry to even be bothered with.

It Is hypocracy to not believe good, but to believe in evil as the absence of good.

When I observe things carefully... I see that... life is good.