Thought for a greenhouse emissions day:
” I wonder if those persons with their cars running, for what seems an infinite period of time, also recycle?”
Hate seems to be the message of the day. An aging planet to which we continue to trash. There is an air of ‘more’…to which there will be far less. Far less love for one another. Far less respect for what we share. Far less respect for how we may differ. Our past is threatening to walk away from us…And, in ending, will turn her back and say,
‘On everyday, of every hour…I have told you that if you are not careful…you will not only be condemned to repeat the horrors of the past. You will, after all, be the very reason the present will be less and less precious. Always embrace the precious present!’
George Carlin’s wife died early in 2008 and George followed her, dying in July 2008. It is ironic George Carlin – comedian of the 70’s and 80’s – could write something so very eloquent and so very appropriate. An observation by George Carlin:
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life. We’ve added years to life not life to years. We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We’ve done larger things, but not better things.
We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We’ve conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.
Remember to spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.
Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.
Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn’t cost a cent.
Remember, to say, ‘I love you’ to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.
Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.
Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.
And always remember, life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by those moments that take our breath away.
First and foremost, we all must declutter! Secondly, after taking our pile of ‘stuff’ and putting it in with a new pile of ‘stuff’ we should determine where the third newly born pile of ‘stuff’ should go. Or, at least, that is how George Carlin put it.
So much STUFF in this world. So little time.
Used to be everything had it’s place in a cardboard filing box marked incorrectly with a title and misguided date. Yesteryear brought capsules buried in the ground with ‘stuff’ from this era in the hopes that Zombies from another newer era would uncover the capsule and see just how fucked up a civilization we were.
Today, today is HACKED day. Cyber attack Thursday! And, all around watch out for that password and shared computer weekday! Both are out to get you.
In the aftermath of two house fires you would think that this cyncial Retro Hippie would learn. In the wake of loosing a manuscript to a mean hard-drive, again, one would believe that being a dumb blonde was only an urban myth.
Today the pictures are gone. Today the documents are gone. Today I fell short of my expectations of staying intact! Out Lost in Space in the hands of an unknown antagonist are what we all hold dear; stuff that is ours and was meant for no one else to see.
Hacked is not the word of the day. Suck my computer’s politically incorrect ass, is more the statement and words of wisdom for the day.
Swindled into the portholes of Internet creeping acts and misdemonors are likely to taking place as we speak. All of us paranoid folks sitting ’round the laptop that is invisibly being attacked by persons who enjoy nothing better than looking at a stranger’s life with the cyber space light off.
Creepy Creeps. I say.