Nothing More

Nothing More

It has been a couple of hours now, since I wrote down this title:  Nothing More on a blank white Microsoft word document.  Saved it and then did all the things required to care-take my morning .  On the other-side of that sentence is the mere fact that I will be going out soon, have a movie and lunch date, and am looking forward to it.  Social Interaction of the positive kind.

When I first wrote down, ‘…..Nothing More….’, I asked myself.  “Do you really believe that, Mr. Stoney Blogger Guy?”

 

Gave it a rest and time to ferment in my mind.  Was like a branch tree or matrix and it had many ways to a pathway of inquiry and rebuttal.  In the end,  I decided to make this blog the least of my worries.  Was like there was a canyon between  “This is true.  And “This couldn’t possibly be true.”  Meaning of life, and you have your time in body and consciousness, and then we have to face it.  There is Nothing More. 

 

So now I am in denial.  Not sure why I approached this subject in the first place.  Usually for me, a title is but a starting point for blogging.  Is like it is a challenge to complete the thought or sentence or paragraph or blog.  But then its like I am facing a stone wall.  Lined up.  Firing Squad in front of me.  And I have to tell myself.  

“Nothing More.  Deal with it.”

There are times when one’s options run out.  The complexities are greater that the simple statement.  “There is nothing more.”

And reflecting at the crossroads I have brought myself to, surrounded by all this material stuff, I am absolutely sure,  There is more.  Molecules rearranging and staring out into the night sky, and how to account for all that is now being seen from space ships and sattalites with elaborate cameras and computers and programs for seeing so much more than was visible at the time of my birth:  1943.  Reflection magnifies the question and I ask myself, how can I say, “Nothing More.” 

Did I mean to say, “There is nothing more for me to say on this subject.  So I should not continue on and add conjecture to something that others have pondered and considered, longer than I.  “Nothing more to say, is more realistic to me, and my present situation, rather than, at the end of all of this, standing in front of a stone wall.  There is nothing more.  Nothing more and is an odd way to start a conversation.

But all of this is inspired and influence by the bombardment of media and message and fact and fiction, and I have seen for myself how ludicrous it is to believe a lot of the experience that is transpiring in my surround.  FALL of 2016.  Elections in America, and it is this that has me thinking and writing :  ‘…Nothing More.”   Now it makes sense.  Good to have context to set boundaries.   People will vote.  The vote will be counted.  Some will still be center stage.  Others will exit center stage and we will carry on. 

Nothing More and so is with that in mind, am thinking:  Trust The Process.  Go with your best instincts on the matter.  Odd behavior by one of the candidates in this Presidential Election.  Behavior and let it speak for itself.  Nothing more to say about that.

 But if that is true, and have opened up a can of worms, what next?   Nothing More and what makes me say that?  Is life so simple that we are born, live and then die/perish and that’s it?  Nothing more.  Then I look around, and from the core of my being I have so much more to say about all that.  “…. nothing more…”  Perhaps in the individual sense,  you could say something like that.  But its just what you are saying, your opinion.  Religions and Nations have been founded around this subject.  Now we are talking about sending human to Mars.  Will they go.  Then perish.  And then Nothing More.  I doubt it.

But that is the mystery of all this.  Just saying it:

 “Nothing more.  Deal with it.”  Leads to so many unknowns that I can hardly configure a space in this blog,  for my thoughts.  And so it, will say no more.  Not that there is nothing more to say, but rather as long as I am human, and am alive, I must keep moving forward.  Forward for me is lunch and a movie with family/friend and being out there, involved with a social interaction that leads me to believe. 

 “There is more.”

 

The Perfect Example

The Perfect Example

 

It was morning when I wrote down the title:  The Perfect Example.  Now it is afternoon of the same day, but because 6 hours or more have intervened, I am of a different state of mind, than when I started.  Not sure that is a hindrance to continuance, but must say some will question why I go on and on.  But in defense I will refer to the Influence of Ben Stein’s money,  Woody Allen’s continued ability to make money of the productions of his mind, and certainly Seinfeld and the staying on topic for a whole episode, even if it made no sense, then or now.

 

Perfect example and not sure where I am going with this.  Did want to stay with the positive trend that has occurred in late September and early October.  Is about my commitment to write more than one blog a month, and now that FALL is here, and the leaves are turning and have to be outside where the splendor’s of nature can be seen,  I tell myself:   “Now or Never.”  And that’s it.  Is all the justification I seek, and it becomes the fuel that drives me forward.  Speak or be silenced by the roar of progress taking over, before you can get a foothold, and are swept away.  “Now or Never.”  He said.  And that is a good example of will power and determination.  Not trying to be perfect, but like it when I can come up with something worth doing and stay the course.

 

It is becoming imperative that I follow through with my intent to write a blog more than once a month.  The person and the work, and I can tell you now, “it is obsolete before it goes on screen and is seen by you.”   Have to ask, “If this is true, what’s the point?”  And words create barriers between intent and results, making perhaps a mockery of the perfect example of a deed well done.  But that is probably a theme for much later.  Right now I must proceed.  Nothing should be allowed to get in the way of finishing Blog #2 or #3 for the Month of October.  Saying all this inspires me.  Have no time limit for doing this, but am influenced by the influx of energy that comes with fingers on the keyboard and mind engaged.

 

State of mind, and the influence of those around me, and it is a good, if not perfect example of the power of the collective.  Inspired.  Responsive.  Involved.  All this is predicated on the idea of a principle-driven environment.  State a goal and the principal behind, which in this case is:  “…because I can….”  , and then carry through with both deed and intent.  Magnified and directly proportional to how many times I repeat the message.  “Just do it.  Not required that the outcome is perfect.”

 

Cyber space and blog space and in many ways it is a flawed medium.  But that won’t prevent me from doing this.  Blogging in the month of October, and in the end, this is what I will do.  I am a true believer that this is a good use of time.  Committed by direct experience to find out if doing this is a good use of time.  Even if its never read, there must be value in entering one’s state of mind into conscious expression and then magnifying it by both cut and paste, as well as copy.  Size and diameter and length is just part of this.  Add the power of two, and recognize if you write it and put it out there, that part two comes when somebody clicks on your blog and decides to look at it.  No idea if it is read from start to end, but even so, is a good if not perfect example of the power of two.

Blogging and the number of blogs in one month, completed and presented, and now he asks:  “What does this have to do with exponential interpolation of the factors of a splintered mind?”  Does it matter that products of the mind become a conscious fractal of shoreline in the human crescent of fertility  that grows because it is there?    Questioning the value of something being there, like a blog in cyber-space and lost or never seen, because of the numbers of the cosmos too large to the  infinite degree, insignificant because in some ways it is like the stars,  just too many out there to be seen and recognized with a degree of individual significance.  And yet, as a human and bounded by the limits of consciousness and time, he persists.  Write.  Post.  Repeat.

For me, all this has to be seen with a positive lens.  Visualized in my mind, yet converted to the eye-piece of proliferation.  Never the perfect example of declared intention or spawn, but if it gives new possibility to the increase of life, or added impetus to the life of the mind, I am all for it.  Having said that, I wonder if I am blind to that which is gathering out beyond my reach, and is put into existence by resistance or aid of people, invisible to me.  Blogging and blogs and are they insignificant now, because other social media has rendered this so?  Problem and possible solution and am I making this so by writing about it? 

And then he reads the comment.  “Who Cares.”  And focuses his mind to the principal which made this all possible in the first place.  .”  And that’s it.  Is all the justification I seek.  predicated on the idea of a principle-driven environment.  State a goal and the principal behind, which in this case is:  “…because I can….”  , and then carry through with both deed and intent.  It may be that I am repeating myself, and indeed,  that is part of the methodology I have used, over and over.  Write.  Post.  Repeat.

 

The story is never-ending.  Not sure if once it began in 2000-something, that blogging will just stop and then disappear.  For me, it is a waste of time to even think about it.  It is a love-hate relationship I have with the printed word.  Books.  Blogs.  Content appearing in print and solid form.  Word power and I wonder how will we end our addiction to all of this.  Reading.  Writing.  Arithmetic.  Products of the mind and avoids the clarity scale chart, and he wonders:  “Will we ever know the full meaning of the literary attempt to write it down, share it in public or cyber/digital space, and give it a life all its own. 

Power of the Collective and because it is there, is this the perfect example of The Unknown now exposed and with a life all its own.  Literary Significance and an example of the power of the written word, and he steps back.  Sighs.  Loves this meta-material structure of appearing on a screen, with print button and function, not only possible, but almost done, waiting for you and your next move.  Erase or Print.  And he smiles.  Is a never-ending story based on you and what you do.  “Terrific.”  He says.  And walks away.

 

People Are Watching

People Are Watching

 

I have some time on my hands, and am involved with leisure time activity.  Recently I have added blogging more than once a month to my to-do-list.  Tomorrow is a football day, and is already on the schedule.  Long day.  70,000 people in the stadium to see their team play, and projecting that it will be fun watching their performance.  Fun Watching.  Spectator and Sports.  That has nothing to do with the blog as it is titled, People are Watching, but then again maybe it does and I am just not seeing it that way. 

Now, is Saturday and into evening.  Have done most of the things I intended to do today.  Now am winding down, and it occurred to me I could spend a few minutes blogging.  So this is the start of that thought, being actualized.

 

People are watching and I am not sure if I wanted to write about people watching Netflix or our modern day equivalent of 1950’s TV.  Lately I have told myself its all the same, and is a form of Screen Watching.  Passive, except when the screen allows you to be interactive, and for this reason there are many screens in the room with me.  Modern and most people can relate.  So many ways to be in the world, using modern communication capabilities.  People Watching and it occurs to me this can occur, without a screen.  So let me put that near the top of this blog.  People Watching.

 

Need a little help here to keep this topic interesting.  On another screen I notice that  en.wikipedia.org/wiki/People_watching gives me a lead in to what we can entertain next.

Copied from wikpedia:

People watching or crowd watching is the act of observing people and their interactions, usually without their knowledge. It involves picking up on idiosyncrasies to try to guess at another person's story. This includes speech in action, relationship interactions, body language, expressions, clothing and activities.

 

Now I have to focus and follow the path of the eye.  People are watching, and this is like making a statement.  Already I have seen that people are watching a lot of TV, and playing video games, and using their devices to accumulate a lot of screen time activity.  Add to this, just going outside or even standing on your balcony or porch  and doing what Wikipedia describes as people watching or crowd watching.   So two variations or ways I could continue on with this blog.   Will sit here for a moment, stare into the unknown, and ask myself:  What are people watching?  And feel like I already know.  People Watching, and with or without my knowing or with my permission or otherwise, they could be watching me.

 

What has started out as a perfectly appropriate conversation with myself, converted into print and serving as a pathway to sharing, suddenly it occurs to me.  This is making me uncomfortable.  Not sure if I am naturally shy, or just now brought the subject up that surveillance software and devices are embedded into the screens that I watch, and are perhaps a vehicle for others to watch me.  Surveillance.  People are watching.  Now I am asking and might have to look into all this further.  Is people watching or the reverse, people watching me harmless or perverted or so common now, that I should dismiss it from my mind.  Not sure how I would answer this, so I will change the subject.

 

Didn’t watch the Presidential Debates that took place in the United States and was broadcast world-wide on those screens I was talking about.  Didn’t Watch.  Looked Away.  Wait more truthful,  I opted to watch through a filter, as it was the next day and I was reading about The Debates and the performance.  Then via replay, there was video of various portions of the debates that people were commenting about.  After-the-fact people are watching, and in common language this is mentioned as Video Replay.  And its as common as tea and crumpets to begin my day.

With surveillance and with replay and am now aware that the prospect of watching, (people are watching ) is now prolonged.  Could replay in my mind the bad feelings that I have concerning all of this.  Or, as is the case often now,  I don’t prefer to watch in live or real time.  Wait for others to direct my attention to something worth seeing.  And of course,  that ties in with the title of this blog.  People are Watching.  And this helps me enjoy the present moment where writing a blog was and is to be an enjoyable experience, at least for me.

 

I am not sure how I can check how many people are watching the debates, or the sports game that caught my interest earlier in the day, or finally how many time are watching me, in real time and in repeat-replay style.  Have washed my hands and satisfied myself.  Won’t prolong this.  Official numbers and determining who is doing the people watching, and who are the victims of the watch, are outside the scope of this blog.  But having brought it up,  I now know why I am reluctant to carry a smart phone, with camera embedded around with me.  Do not have a cell phone.  Hoping to not take my wifi e-reader Kindle with me when I go out, but find myself doing so, more and more.  Like to read.  Have time on my hands.  Leisure time activity.  Walking.  Taking a break.  Getting a signal and checking in on what interests others.  Checking the news.

Put it out there.  People are watching.  Leisure time activity.  People Watching.  And now I am acutely aware why I will say no more.  Realize that when I am in public I feel like people are watching me.  Like I can’t get enough, and I am important enough to be the center of attention.  I think not.  Even in replay, I think that I blend in.  So why worry.  Replay it in your mind.  Most people are not watching you.  But the surveillance cameras are.  And he decides that none of this should be seen as a good or bad thing.  Not involved in a crime.  Just being me.  No reason to keep all this video that has me in it.  And so I am thinking, on a broad scale, how do I hit the erase button, and make it all go away?

People Watching and it happens all the time.  People are watching, and I have decided not to invest the energy nor the time, to determine what they are watching.  Not part of the debate, and so the whole idea of the scope of this silences me.  Am now working on an-invisibility-cloak that will allow me to hide or be in public or even in my home, and not be seen.  When I get that done will write a blog about it.  Until then, just wait and see.  What the vision and the object have in common with you.