레이블이 Seoul Mass Transit (서울 대중교통)인 게시물을 표시합니다. 모든 게시물 표시
레이블이 Seoul Mass Transit (서울 대중교통)인 게시물을 표시합니다. 모든 게시물 표시
2014년 3월 23일 일요일
An Old Man and his Old Dog
As we came to a stop in front of Embassy Row, enjoying a shallow respite before crossing the Han, I glanced over to my left and saw them. They were about to walk over the crosswalk, but wavered as if they were waiting for something, or someone. Despondently, resigned to being alone for yet another day, they took off as only an Old Man and Old Dog can do. Slowly. The Old Man took the lead early and never relinquished it. Behind, gingerly the Old Dog struggled valiantly to keep up, pushing his creaky limbs harder than he had in years through the leg holes in his brand new red pleated, nylon jacket. Looking ahead, towards something, the Old Man's eyes sat staidly, sunk within sockets entombed by two coke bottle lenses. As we began to lurch forward, I craned my neck to watch the Old Man and Old Dog fade from view. They were continuing fore; slowly, shakily, but surely.
2014년 3월 17일 월요일
Landmine in the Present
This is not Fallujah. Nor is this anywhere in the Middle East or any other high-conflict, war-torn area. This is the epicenter of our future world, today. Of course I am speaking of Northeast Asia. Granted, tensions among these neighboring countries are not as low as they should be; but then again no one has knives at one anothers throats. Aside from the unsavory mix of memories regarding past war-time atrocities that tend to receive the most lip-service today, there is also the sloppy bowl of spaghetti politics that currently exist wherein conflicting ideologies and future objectives are disjointedly tied up amongst themselves and set at a low boil. Then there is the whole North Korean issue, but that is more of a red herring - in my honest opinion - than anything else at this particular moment. That said, what if there existed an invisible landmine, buried by no-one following WWII and forgotten by everyone?
Yesterday was a beautiful day; on paper. Blue skies with a high of 18 degrees, Spring finally peaked out from behind the changing room curtain, much to her chagrin. You see, the atmosphere was saturated with poison smog laden with ultra-fine and fine dust. However, that was not enough to stop people from breaking out of their winter caves to enjoy the nominally great weather enmasse. Only a few or so individuals could be seen wearing any mask let alone the very specific mask that I was wearing that prevents one from inhaling the fine and ultrafine particulate matter. Maybe this is because no one watches the news. Or because the news seems to downplay the deadly seriousness of this ish. Or maybe it has more to do with the fact that unless you live up on the 18th floor and can see the extent of the stagnant effluvium stretching out for kilometers and kilometers around, nothing really looks amiss from ground level other than the fact that things are a bit hazy when you look out into the distance.
Looking ahead...who does that anymore? Live in the moment, man. YOLO. The future doesn't belong to the fainthearted; it belongs to the brave. And other pea brained, dimwitted, cowboy-ish American sentiment parroted around the world seem to explain why this is so. But let's think forward a bit, shall we? As all the Kurzweilian Village Technolidiots are apt to do, let's suppose the course we are on is unalterable. Populations will continue to grow, albeit at lower rates due to the lowered birth rate in this part of the world. Still the base population will be massive with several densely populated megalopitan areas. Consumption growth will follow at either an equal, slower or faster rate depending on the trajectory of per capita GDP. The crude, polluting factories of today that share much of the blame in terms of creating and accelerating the production of domestic and regional pollution will no doubt be substituted in favor of hi-tech factories that spew forth less pollution quantitatively, but will instead add a richer diversity of heavy metals to the atmosphere.
One need look no further than Suwon City, home to massive Samsung Electronics semi-conductor plants to get an indication of our future. It's not so much the direct pollution from such factories that is such an issue, although to be sure it can be at times,¹ but the sum total of related externalities from the conglomeration of staff and workers required to run such operations and their own externalities such as energy consumption and transportation emissions, that when scaled up to meet the future trajectory of Chinese growth and global demand should give everyone reason for pause. To be sure the endemic energy shortages that South Korea experiences every summer and 30~40% of the toxic smog plaguing Seoul as of late have their origins in the insane cooling demands of the factories and citizenry as well as the clogged arteries of Seouls transport system and it's own factories dotting the eastern coastline respectively.
Like yesterday and the pardox of the deadly nice weather, the impact of the shitty smog isn't always readily apparent. It begins with the unseen inocuous self-limiting of behavior by a minority who are keen to the potential ramifications of staying outside too long and/or not wearing a mask. Slowly but surely awareness will grow and spread. People, most likely infants and young children, will develop respiratory or skin related diseases at higher rates than average or worse, be born with certain defects similar to those born to mothers who smoke through pregnency. Unfortunately many will need to be personally affected before they feel the need to take action. Maybe it will happen on one of those early, unseasonably hot stretches of spring or early summer. A week straight of dangerous levels of yellow sand tainted fine dust smog lingering past its usual early spring schedule will imprison the citizenry, bringing their collective anger to a boil. Then on the fifth or sixth day something will just snap and a hitherto unimaginable violence will be unleashed upon the Chinese embassy. In self-defense numerous Koreans will be shot dead and the anger will both intensify and be redirected inwards at the South Korean government due to their impotence in dealing with the problem for so long...
Possibly, but who is to say how things will unfold? That, however, is the nature of old forgotten landmines. No one knows that they lay here or there until it is too late. This, to be clear, is not owing to mans inability to predict the future nor is the essential unknown that is wrapped around the future and its impregnability to speculation to be blamed. No one wants to know because no one wants to admit to the possibilty that such a deadly future feature is already embedded in their collective present. Fuck the cowboys and their myopic concept of an unpredictable future that they in turn interpret to mean that they have full license to make a shit show out of the present. It's not about the future, it's about the right now and the landmine we are all blindly burying.
¹ http://m.koreaherald.com/view.php?ud=20130215000728
Yesterday was a beautiful day; on paper. Blue skies with a high of 18 degrees, Spring finally peaked out from behind the changing room curtain, much to her chagrin. You see, the atmosphere was saturated with poison smog laden with ultra-fine and fine dust. However, that was not enough to stop people from breaking out of their winter caves to enjoy the nominally great weather enmasse. Only a few or so individuals could be seen wearing any mask let alone the very specific mask that I was wearing that prevents one from inhaling the fine and ultrafine particulate matter. Maybe this is because no one watches the news. Or because the news seems to downplay the deadly seriousness of this ish. Or maybe it has more to do with the fact that unless you live up on the 18th floor and can see the extent of the stagnant effluvium stretching out for kilometers and kilometers around, nothing really looks amiss from ground level other than the fact that things are a bit hazy when you look out into the distance.
Looking ahead...who does that anymore? Live in the moment, man. YOLO. The future doesn't belong to the fainthearted; it belongs to the brave. And other pea brained, dimwitted, cowboy-ish American sentiment parroted around the world seem to explain why this is so. But let's think forward a bit, shall we? As all the Kurzweilian Village Technolidiots are apt to do, let's suppose the course we are on is unalterable. Populations will continue to grow, albeit at lower rates due to the lowered birth rate in this part of the world. Still the base population will be massive with several densely populated megalopitan areas. Consumption growth will follow at either an equal, slower or faster rate depending on the trajectory of per capita GDP. The crude, polluting factories of today that share much of the blame in terms of creating and accelerating the production of domestic and regional pollution will no doubt be substituted in favor of hi-tech factories that spew forth less pollution quantitatively, but will instead add a richer diversity of heavy metals to the atmosphere.
One need look no further than Suwon City, home to massive Samsung Electronics semi-conductor plants to get an indication of our future. It's not so much the direct pollution from such factories that is such an issue, although to be sure it can be at times,¹ but the sum total of related externalities from the conglomeration of staff and workers required to run such operations and their own externalities such as energy consumption and transportation emissions, that when scaled up to meet the future trajectory of Chinese growth and global demand should give everyone reason for pause. To be sure the endemic energy shortages that South Korea experiences every summer and 30~40% of the toxic smog plaguing Seoul as of late have their origins in the insane cooling demands of the factories and citizenry as well as the clogged arteries of Seouls transport system and it's own factories dotting the eastern coastline respectively.
Like yesterday and the pardox of the deadly nice weather, the impact of the shitty smog isn't always readily apparent. It begins with the unseen inocuous self-limiting of behavior by a minority who are keen to the potential ramifications of staying outside too long and/or not wearing a mask. Slowly but surely awareness will grow and spread. People, most likely infants and young children, will develop respiratory or skin related diseases at higher rates than average or worse, be born with certain defects similar to those born to mothers who smoke through pregnency. Unfortunately many will need to be personally affected before they feel the need to take action. Maybe it will happen on one of those early, unseasonably hot stretches of spring or early summer. A week straight of dangerous levels of yellow sand tainted fine dust smog lingering past its usual early spring schedule will imprison the citizenry, bringing their collective anger to a boil. Then on the fifth or sixth day something will just snap and a hitherto unimaginable violence will be unleashed upon the Chinese embassy. In self-defense numerous Koreans will be shot dead and the anger will both intensify and be redirected inwards at the South Korean government due to their impotence in dealing with the problem for so long...
Possibly, but who is to say how things will unfold? That, however, is the nature of old forgotten landmines. No one knows that they lay here or there until it is too late. This, to be clear, is not owing to mans inability to predict the future nor is the essential unknown that is wrapped around the future and its impregnability to speculation to be blamed. No one wants to know because no one wants to admit to the possibilty that such a deadly future feature is already embedded in their collective present. Fuck the cowboys and their myopic concept of an unpredictable future that they in turn interpret to mean that they have full license to make a shit show out of the present. It's not about the future, it's about the right now and the landmine we are all blindly burying.
¹ http://m.koreaherald.com/view.php?ud=20130215000728
2014년 2월 24일 월요일
Time, Money and Buses in Seoul
Hypothetical:
You leave work around or slightly before peak rush-hour. The narrow subway cars that remind you of cattle chutes because of how cramped they are plus the ambiguity of where they may lead makes the Metro a non-choice. That leaves you with the buses. Five buses provide direct service to your destination: 140, 408, 470, 471 and the 1005-1 with two types to choose from: regular (blue) or express (red; 1005-1). There are usually (99% of the time) no seats available at this time on the blue buses, but the express bus always has a seat open. Also, the express buses have a base fare of 1,850 KRW with the blue buses running a far cheaper 1,050 KRW. There is a digital billboard that provides the time until arrival for all buses. Yesterday you decided to take bus 140 because all other blue buses were 10+ minutes out, and the express bus was 9 minutes out. While you were 4 minutes out from reaching your destination, still standing in a tightly packed 140, with no stops before you disembarked, you saw the 1005-1 pass by full of open seats.
Standing at the bus stop tomorrow at around the same time you see that a blue bus again will arrive around 10 minutes earlier than the 1005-1 express bus. Which bus will you end up taking, the blue bus or the express bus? Why?
There are a number of factors here, and organizing them briefly will help us find a way to an answer. The facts are as follows: 1) you took the blue bus yesterday, 2) the blue bus is 800 KRW cheaper than the express bus, 3) the blue bus will most likely not have an open seat while the express bus will, 4) despite the 9~10 minute head start, the two buses will arrive at your destination at essentially the same time. While it was not said whether this was the first time for you to take a bus from this spot, however, given the intimate knowledge you have regarding the bus routes available from that particular departing point, it is safe to assume the choice described above was a repeated behavior. In memory formation, there is a concept known as re-consolidation. When confronted with a reminder of the past (in this instance a memory of a particular circumstance or situation), the original memory becomes "unstable" for a brief time. If nothing is done (differently) that memory will stabilize for a second time and will in turn become ingrained. Therefore, when posed with the same situation again, based on the previous memory of what action you took, it can be surmised that your behavior is also likewise "ingrained" and thus you will take the blue bus again.
Ok, that is obvious, but what is interesting to me is this: what were the original factors that influenced your decision to take the blue bus the very first time you were posed with this situation? Time is obviously the dominant factor, that is the belief that the blue bus, being 10 minutes ahead of the express bus, would negate the fewer stops and thus more direct and quicker route of the express bus. The other factor - latent I suspect - is the comparative cheapness of the blue bus. It gets interesting when the second confrontation of this situation occurs. Because then, the factor of time saving due to the earlier arrival of the blue bus becomes illusory - non-existent thus a non-factor - which then leaves cost savings as the de facto dominant factor that influences the final decision at precisely the time when the original memory wavers and is most malleable. So then, we are left with cost savings - and minimal savings at that - being perceived by you as a greater benefit than both guaranteed comfort and the knowledge that either choice will result in arriving at essentially the same time. Or, is Time still the dominant factor since you repeat the same choice, thus ingraining the original memory in its entirety (including original influencing factors) regardless of ex post facto knowledge of the original circumstances sorrounding the memory?
Interesting, huh? Ok, now that this intellectual masturbatory excercise has concluded, I'd say it's time to get back to work.
You leave work around or slightly before peak rush-hour. The narrow subway cars that remind you of cattle chutes because of how cramped they are plus the ambiguity of where they may lead makes the Metro a non-choice. That leaves you with the buses. Five buses provide direct service to your destination: 140, 408, 470, 471 and the 1005-1 with two types to choose from: regular (blue) or express (red; 1005-1). There are usually (99% of the time) no seats available at this time on the blue buses, but the express bus always has a seat open. Also, the express buses have a base fare of 1,850 KRW with the blue buses running a far cheaper 1,050 KRW. There is a digital billboard that provides the time until arrival for all buses. Yesterday you decided to take bus 140 because all other blue buses were 10+ minutes out, and the express bus was 9 minutes out. While you were 4 minutes out from reaching your destination, still standing in a tightly packed 140, with no stops before you disembarked, you saw the 1005-1 pass by full of open seats.
Standing at the bus stop tomorrow at around the same time you see that a blue bus again will arrive around 10 minutes earlier than the 1005-1 express bus. Which bus will you end up taking, the blue bus or the express bus? Why?
There are a number of factors here, and organizing them briefly will help us find a way to an answer. The facts are as follows: 1) you took the blue bus yesterday, 2) the blue bus is 800 KRW cheaper than the express bus, 3) the blue bus will most likely not have an open seat while the express bus will, 4) despite the 9~10 minute head start, the two buses will arrive at your destination at essentially the same time. While it was not said whether this was the first time for you to take a bus from this spot, however, given the intimate knowledge you have regarding the bus routes available from that particular departing point, it is safe to assume the choice described above was a repeated behavior. In memory formation, there is a concept known as re-consolidation. When confronted with a reminder of the past (in this instance a memory of a particular circumstance or situation), the original memory becomes "unstable" for a brief time. If nothing is done (differently) that memory will stabilize for a second time and will in turn become ingrained. Therefore, when posed with the same situation again, based on the previous memory of what action you took, it can be surmised that your behavior is also likewise "ingrained" and thus you will take the blue bus again.
Ok, that is obvious, but what is interesting to me is this: what were the original factors that influenced your decision to take the blue bus the very first time you were posed with this situation? Time is obviously the dominant factor, that is the belief that the blue bus, being 10 minutes ahead of the express bus, would negate the fewer stops and thus more direct and quicker route of the express bus. The other factor - latent I suspect - is the comparative cheapness of the blue bus. It gets interesting when the second confrontation of this situation occurs. Because then, the factor of time saving due to the earlier arrival of the blue bus becomes illusory - non-existent thus a non-factor - which then leaves cost savings as the de facto dominant factor that influences the final decision at precisely the time when the original memory wavers and is most malleable. So then, we are left with cost savings - and minimal savings at that - being perceived by you as a greater benefit than both guaranteed comfort and the knowledge that either choice will result in arriving at essentially the same time. Or, is Time still the dominant factor since you repeat the same choice, thus ingraining the original memory in its entirety (including original influencing factors) regardless of ex post facto knowledge of the original circumstances sorrounding the memory?
Interesting, huh? Ok, now that this intellectual masturbatory excercise has concluded, I'd say it's time to get back to work.
2014년 2월 20일 목요일
Prelude to Spring in Seoul
April 20, 2013
So I just saw this. No, peeped would be a more apt past participle verb to employ in this instance. From my prime seating on the blue 408 bus - usually taken as a back-up plan to the express 1005-1 since it comes in fucking 20 plus minute intervals (thereby negating any express benefits unless the hand of fate decides to intervene on those rarest of rare occasions) - I spot them. Although a good 70~85 meters away, my blue-greens focus squarely upon the towering twin peaks.
For those readers who may not know, in Seoul, while not exceedingly rare - as say weed - exsquisite breasts demand attention of the highest order. How can I say this? Dear reader, these breasts were not locked down. By that I want to say that the fortunate transporter of said breasts did not constrict them in order to "blend in" with the local habitat. Unlike so many amply endowed transportors (and they are, like a valet of a stretch limo, merely carrying those marvelous expressions of perfection around from 'a' to 'b' for all to see; but I digress) who treat their otherworldly sisters not unlike how former generations of Chinese did in regards to women's feet - fucking disfiguring the shit out of them - this wise woman announced them to the world in their full glory.
A well worn, washed-out purple, high thread count cotton shirt, with the following words inscribed on the upper portion in what I believe to be Akzidenz Grotesk font: "NOT SILICONE."
All caps. Nuff said.
So I just saw this. No, peeped would be a more apt past participle verb to employ in this instance. From my prime seating on the blue 408 bus - usually taken as a back-up plan to the express 1005-1 since it comes in fucking 20 plus minute intervals (thereby negating any express benefits unless the hand of fate decides to intervene on those rarest of rare occasions) - I spot them. Although a good 70~85 meters away, my blue-greens focus squarely upon the towering twin peaks.
For those readers who may not know, in Seoul, while not exceedingly rare - as say weed - exsquisite breasts demand attention of the highest order. How can I say this? Dear reader, these breasts were not locked down. By that I want to say that the fortunate transporter of said breasts did not constrict them in order to "blend in" with the local habitat. Unlike so many amply endowed transportors (and they are, like a valet of a stretch limo, merely carrying those marvelous expressions of perfection around from 'a' to 'b' for all to see; but I digress) who treat their otherworldly sisters not unlike how former generations of Chinese did in regards to women's feet - fucking disfiguring the shit out of them - this wise woman announced them to the world in their full glory.
A well worn, washed-out purple, high thread count cotton shirt, with the following words inscribed on the upper portion in what I believe to be Akzidenz Grotesk font: "NOT SILICONE."
All caps. Nuff said.
2014년 2월 19일 수요일
Post-Modern Progress
Ubiquitous Connectivity
How it shits on Life: Reason No. 63
You are crossing the Han River on February the 19th 2014; after leaving work early - which is to say on time - for the first time in ages. Traffic is not bad. The air quality is the best it's been in months. Slight cloud cover ahead but, you see this passionate, pale crimson hue tinging the sky in the west. Northbound, sitting in a two person seat, by yourself, near the rear door, you are about half way across the river, and you see the setting sun, again, for the first time since the long winter nights took hold; and... it is beautiful! Dipping half-way down the horizon and bold! This is beaut ~ ring ring ~ 아 여보세요? You try to steal one last glance, but alas, you are asked if you will come back to the office again tonight. Now you are on the other side of the river. And the beautiful is gone. Again.
Progress.
How it shits on Life: Reason No. 63
You are crossing the Han River on February the 19th 2014; after leaving work early - which is to say on time - for the first time in ages. Traffic is not bad. The air quality is the best it's been in months. Slight cloud cover ahead but, you see this passionate, pale crimson hue tinging the sky in the west. Northbound, sitting in a two person seat, by yourself, near the rear door, you are about half way across the river, and you see the setting sun, again, for the first time since the long winter nights took hold; and... it is beautiful! Dipping half-way down the horizon and bold! This is beaut ~ ring ring ~ 아 여보세요? You try to steal one last glance, but alas, you are asked if you will come back to the office again tonight. Now you are on the other side of the river. And the beautiful is gone. Again.
Progress.
2014년 2월 13일 목요일
어느날의 드라마 한편
에피소드 1
시간 : 퇴근시간
장소 : 370번 버스 (서대문 역에서 다시 종로로 돌아가 노선을 재시작하기 직전)
여승객 : (어색하고 조조한 미소를 풍긴 표정으로 일어나고 평균 잃었듯이 어렵게 뒷자리에서 기사님까지 걸어감) 죄송한데 혹시 광화문 지나갔나요?
기사님 : (루드하지 않지만 개무시하듯한 목소리로) 예~
여승객 : (마치 도듬거리 자주하는사람인데 왠지 이번에 단 한번만 도듬거리 없이 명확하게 말하도록 결심 냈듯이 몇 초 동안 준비해 보인데 동시에 다른 사람입장에서 보인다면 그 여자가 몇 초 동안 모음해서 완전 어색해 보임) 과.과. 광화문 다시 지나가세요?
기사님 : (여전히 개무시하고 아까처럼 똑같은 목소리로) 예~
나 : (기사님 얘기하자마자 정차하고 뒷문열고 서대문역에서 매일 하는 것처럼 아무 문제가 없고 기사와 그 여자에 대해 아무 인정없이 그냥 내려버림)
시간 : 퇴근시간
장소 : 370번 버스 (서대문 역에서 다시 종로로 돌아가 노선을 재시작하기 직전)
여승객 : (어색하고 조조한 미소를 풍긴 표정으로 일어나고 평균 잃었듯이 어렵게 뒷자리에서 기사님까지 걸어감) 죄송한데 혹시 광화문 지나갔나요?
기사님 : (루드하지 않지만 개무시하듯한 목소리로) 예~
여승객 : (마치 도듬거리 자주하는사람인데 왠지 이번에 단 한번만 도듬거리 없이 명확하게 말하도록 결심 냈듯이 몇 초 동안 준비해 보인데 동시에 다른 사람입장에서 보인다면 그 여자가 몇 초 동안 모음해서 완전 어색해 보임) 과.과. 광화문 다시 지나가세요?
기사님 : (여전히 개무시하고 아까처럼 똑같은 목소리로) 예~
나 : (기사님 얘기하자마자 정차하고 뒷문열고 서대문역에서 매일 하는 것처럼 아무 문제가 없고 기사와 그 여자에 대해 아무 인정없이 그냥 내려버림)
2012년 8월 7일 화요일
Misty Bridge Crossing Bus Ride
Into the mists you fly,
As I pass on, going by.
Although some may cry,
I, I always do truly see .
We in time, are free...
Together, forever, to Be.
2012년 3월 6일 화요일
Subway Nights
Her lingering scent swirls around me striking my senses,
as the patter of her descending steps upon granite slabs
grows fainter and fainter fore.
She's dissolved into the night,
and so too have I;
or have I...
2011년 10월 13일 목요일
Summa Summer
A waft of stale, summer tinged air sails around my standing figure as the subway abruptly pulls into Sangsu station. My ears are enveloped in supple cow skin, mellow melodics invade my nervous system and guide me through the open safety gate into my seat. Before I sit i'm jilted to my right as the cars lurch forward. I look around at the other 30 or some other folks who managed to catch their last chance home; yawns escape the tired expression of one forlorn lovers disappointed lips, a group of young girls whose dreams haven't been raped by their future team captains are chattering esoteric gossips about some handsome boy who...
2011년 7월 14일 목요일
Summer of rainy night revelations
"So im on the bus," to quote the true voice of my youth.
Foreign land, friends of a different stock and just feeling life; my little slice of life. Ears wrapped dapperly in that cows skin and im telling you, im thinking i can take the whole of my predecessors on, seriously. Like no bloated head on this pair of shoulders but I sat with them, spat that spat and drank that drank; but I know I'm better.
That's not to say that they have not accompplished more than I can even imagine, but where I am now compared with where they were then, does not compare. And the trully beautiful thing to me about this revelation, and it is just that, lie in the knowledge that it be not just I but a whole gang, no fuck that, a whole army of us that are on the ascendent path.
Have you thought of what lands we will pound beneath our feet? The tabooes we will relegate into oblivion with the mists of our thoughts? We are them and we are what they want to be; thus we are the future, for that beith what we want but can't have. We are (and I say that uncontractedly because it necessitates being spoken of deferentially, but being so makes it almost obsolete) the future. To be at the precipice and acnowledge it...it trully being something that ne'er happen as often as it should. And if it be so, savor it to its fullest, but moreover exploit it to the fullest of your capabilites.
You, yes you there in that foreign land, that place of your unbirth, but being so makes it the land of your re-birth. Look around and know that your boys, your friends from thy youth know not what yee seeth, what you heareth, what you have becometh... But it is what they be, if not now then then i speak of the generational future, and of them know that your seedeth doth be.
Speaking historicially my aim only be that my respect for then and the better then reverbrate as resoundingly humanly as possible. As humanely as possible. Before, this was the way they spoke of the Gods, but that tone came from men that no longer exist for men that no longer existed. For we that have no savior, the sole correlation be our past and future; we being the mean of our past and the same for our future, means that we are them and they us, thus we are what has been the object of striving, and striving is what we are: Gods.
So transcend your life and be transcendence becuase you are then, now and soon to be; you be an omnipresent existence omniscient in your conception of life and omnipotent in the life of that truth.
Foreign land, friends of a different stock and just feeling life; my little slice of life. Ears wrapped dapperly in that cows skin and im telling you, im thinking i can take the whole of my predecessors on, seriously. Like no bloated head on this pair of shoulders but I sat with them, spat that spat and drank that drank; but I know I'm better.
That's not to say that they have not accompplished more than I can even imagine, but where I am now compared with where they were then, does not compare. And the trully beautiful thing to me about this revelation, and it is just that, lie in the knowledge that it be not just I but a whole gang, no fuck that, a whole army of us that are on the ascendent path.
Have you thought of what lands we will pound beneath our feet? The tabooes we will relegate into oblivion with the mists of our thoughts? We are them and we are what they want to be; thus we are the future, for that beith what we want but can't have. We are (and I say that uncontractedly because it necessitates being spoken of deferentially, but being so makes it almost obsolete) the future. To be at the precipice and acnowledge it...it trully being something that ne'er happen as often as it should. And if it be so, savor it to its fullest, but moreover exploit it to the fullest of your capabilites.
You, yes you there in that foreign land, that place of your unbirth, but being so makes it the land of your re-birth. Look around and know that your boys, your friends from thy youth know not what yee seeth, what you heareth, what you have becometh... But it is what they be, if not now then then i speak of the generational future, and of them know that your seedeth doth be.
Speaking historicially my aim only be that my respect for then and the better then reverbrate as resoundingly humanly as possible. As humanely as possible. Before, this was the way they spoke of the Gods, but that tone came from men that no longer exist for men that no longer existed. For we that have no savior, the sole correlation be our past and future; we being the mean of our past and the same for our future, means that we are them and they us, thus we are what has been the object of striving, and striving is what we are: Gods.
So transcend your life and be transcendence becuase you are then, now and soon to be; you be an omnipresent existence omniscient in your conception of life and omnipotent in the life of that truth.
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