MIssion Statement!

Have you ever been sitting at home watching television, and thought to yourself: Everyone else in the world must either be crazy or an idiot! If television actually resembles reality, then it's best I stay home. The world is dangerous and mad and everyone in it is selfish, misguided, brainwashed, thoughtless, mean, violent, and stupid, and I'm the only one who sees what is going on, and a single person like myself can't make any difference in this mess.

Well, if so, then maybe you and I can relate to each other. When I look at the world around me, I can't help but think of how selfish everyone else seems, and how ignorant and thoughtless they are as well. Where are the intellectuals at? Probably all living their little rich bitch dream in NYC and La-La Land. Or else holed up in a bunker in Underground America, brilliant epistles that fly out to the world and explode in brilliance, like fireworks, only to combust in an array of falling sparks, that melt back into the darkness.

I don't want to give anyone the impression that I am an angry person, although there are certainly elements of myself that would be accurately described that way. I can be as self-centered as anyone else, but I can also see myself from the viewpoint of the macrocosm of space. That means that each one of us, in comparison to all of creation, is nothing more than a microscopic organic machine, blinking into existence one moment, and back out of existence the next. As a race, for all of our self-importance, we are nothing but specks blinking faintly on and off in the field of endless night. However, I can also see us from the viewpoint of the microcosm. That means that each one of us is also a miraculous accumulation of countless tiny organic machines all working in perfect unison to create one larger organic machine, us, who work in unison with all other living things to create harmony on a much larger organic machine, the earth, which works in unison with countless others of it's kind to reach equilibrium in yet an even larger organic machine, the universe.

Simply said, no matter which end of the telescope you're looking through, the human race and all other living creatures on earth (and in the universe) are expressions of infinity. Knowing that, what will you do with yourself?

This is a question I often ask of myself. For now, I am a teacher, a graduate student, a writer of fiction and poetry. I wanted to write this blog to communicate my feelings about the surreal empire we live in called the USA. There will be several regular features of this blog including book, music, and movie reviews, a work of serial fiction entitled "Captain Coincidence" which will be updated weekly, and a regularly appearing comic strip called "Waxon Whacks Off." Besides that I will try to update you often with my own experiences trying either to conform to or subvert this illusion we all maintain. And a happy hysteria to you...