I am sitting and listening to the gentle song of wind through the trees behind my room. It's a song that has been sung for eons. It is sung with or without me, with or without humans. It's tempo and metre have all been played before in some form, billions of times. The trees need not feed upon the lifeforce of another being to survive, they are the fortunate pacifists of Nature. They possess some quality of the divine. Constantly standing above all of Nature. Providing shelter and food for the small and weak. Absorbing and dispensing life into the air.

That is what I should aspire to be. There can be no greater honor to protect those below you, but not at the expense of another.
The ballad of a distant friend I hear, and it's call I do heed.

-DrJackass  ¶ 8/08/2003 04:26:00 PM

 
Fisticuffs and pugilism
Male posturing and pheromone interferance
Tripartite Reptilian hindbrain
Autonomic instinctual response

He felt like bloodying this guy's nose. He could not recall an instance in his life where he ever wanted to resort to physical violence.
Yet, he could think of nothing that would be more satisfying than reducing him and his Silver Mercedes to a mound of ash

To ensure the protection and safety,
Preservation of Liberty and Justice
To maintain the social Order.

On the Beat he was invincible;
Doling out pain and punishment without accountability;
Part of a deranged modern warrior class;
High school education.

Divine objectivity on Celestial Mandate
Meaningless and disposable life
...

  ¶ 8/03/2003 11:19:00 PM