Most of us in America were shocked and horrified to learn of the awful tragedy in Conn. resulting in a number of young lives being struck down by a madman. As a personal tribute to the lives lost, I call this image “The Missing Children.”
Well, It’s 1:50 AM and like usual I just finished my photo-slide-show-audio bla bla project. I always get it finished but sometimes finals week can take their toll an an old body. Sometimes by the end of a semester I feel as though my brain is going to explode like Mount Vesuvius! As a senior this year I also tend to get senioritis. Oh well, hopefully it will all be worth it after I graduate. I figure 3-4 more semesters should do it for my BS degree so I can BS my way into some more moola! One more final next Friday. Thinking about heading back down to Memphis over the break so should get some more awesome images posted before 2012 ends, or the world ends on Dec. 21st, whichever comes first. 😉 Oh, yeah! I’m turd. Goin’ to see the sandman now. Should be posting that show soon. Stay tuned!
Today on the news I heard that it was the “intelligence community” that provided US Ambassador Susan Rice with the lies she spread on Sunday morning talk shows following the Benghazi debacle. It’s not her fault the information was incorrect. It was somebody else. The community at large. Collectivism, community, we, “It takes a village,” sound familiar? These are all themes and narratives of the so-called progressive thinkers of our modern society. The individual is unimportant. “Yes we can.” The individual has for all practical purposes become secondary. When it comes to crime, who do these blame? The criminal? The victim? Oh! Yes, of course, it’s society. It’s everybody’s fault! This false premise has become prevalent in our culture. It goes without saying we need an intellectual awakening. Where are the great thinkers of our time? Can anyone communicate and break through the largely group-think mentality that seeks to destroy the individual?
A novelette was published in 1938. It discusses a society of the future. A society in which complete collectivism has been accepted. The story presents a man struggling with the word “I.” (Read and Think-jmorlife63)
“I am. I think. I will…”What must I say besides? These are the words. This is the answer. This- my body and spirit-this is the end of the quest. I wished to know the meaning of things. I am the meaning. I wished to find a warrant for being. I need no warrant for being, and no word of sanction upon my being. I am the warrant and the sanction…I know not if this earth on which I stand is the core of the universe or if it is but a speck of dust lost in eternity. I know not and I care not. For I know what happiness is possible to me on earth. And my happiness needs no higher aim to vindicate it. My happiness is not the means to any end. It is the end. It is its own goal. It is its own purpose. Neither am I the means to any end others may wish to accomplish. I am not a tool for their use. I am not a servant of their needs. I am not a bandage for their wounds. I am not a sacrifice on their altars.
I owe nothing to my brothers, nor do I gather debts from them. I ask none to live for me, nor do I live for any others. I covet no man’s soul, nor is my soul theirs to covet.
I am neither foe nor friend to my brothers, but such as each of them shall deserve of me. And to earn my love, my brothers must do more than to have been born. I do not grant my love without reason, nor to any chance passer-by who may wish to claim it. I honor men with my love. But honor is a thing to be earned.
I shall choose friends among men, but neither slaves nor masters. And I shall choose only such as please me, and them I shall love and respect, but neither command nor obey. And we shall join our hands when we wish, or walk alone when we so desire. For in the temple of his spirit, each man is alone. Let each man keep his temple untouched and undefiled. Then let him join hands with others if he wishes, but only beyond his holy threshold.
For the word “We” must never be spoken, save by one’s choice and as a second thought. This word must never be placed first within man’s soul, else it becomes a monster, the root of all the evils on earth, the root of man’s torture by men, and of an unspeakable lie.
The word “We” is as lime poured over men, which sets and hardens to stone, and crushes all beneath it, and that which is white and that which is black are lost equally in the grey of it. It is the word by which the depraved steal the virtue of the good, by which the weak steal the might of the strong, by which the fools steal the wisdom of the sages.
What is my joy if all hands, even the unclean, can reach into it? What is my wisdom, if even the fools can dictate to me? What is my freedom, if all creatures, even the botched and the impotent, are my masters? What is my life, if I am but to bow, to agree and to obey?
But I am done with this creed of corruption.
I am done with the monster of “We,” the word of serfdom, of plunder, of misery, falsehood and shame.
And now I see the face of god, and I raise this god over the earth, this god whom men have sought since men came into being, this god who will grant them joy and peace and pride.
This god, this one word:
It is a busy time for me. I have some assignments to finish up and more work at the radio station to complete before the holiday break. Next week I will be traveling to Memphis to work on a very special photo-story project complete with audio which should be completed and posted here in a couple weeks. I will revisit Graceland, Peabody Hotel, and hear some live music! I am excited about spending some quality time with my “special friend” as well as capturing some great images! So, as a special treat to those who follow this blog I’m posting “The one and only.” This is rare. I want to post interesting stories, history, inspirations, and great images for everyone who reads and sees jmorlife63 “The one and only.” Many new avenues seem to be opening up to me the more I apply myself and focus on the task at hand. Like Thomas Alva Edison said, “There is no substitute for hard work.” I am grateful today. Full of optimism and hope for a brighter future. I have one of those graphic t-shirts that reads, “Misspent youth and dreams deferred.” It’s OK. Don’t EVER give up on your dreams people. Having dreams are what makes life tolerable. (Rudy, Watch It!)
My young niece Breanna rides her pride and joy, Apollo. She competes in riding events often and began her equestrian endeavors at a very young age.