“To see the Earth as it truly is, small and blue and beautiful in that eternal silence where it floats, is to see ourselves as riders on the Earth together, brothers on that bright loveliness in the eternal cold–brothers who know now that they are truly brothers.” – A. MacLeish
I need to go to space.
The world is such a massive place, full of literally everything there is to do in the world. Everything we know is here on Earth, every existence, every action, every idea we’ve heard of. Then I’m reading Beetle Bailey today, and old dummy Zero asks the question of what space means. Is it the space between everything, or is it the distant stars?
Now, I have experienced a vast nothingness. I went to school in Illinois and vistas of nothing but cornfields were never far off. I drove from Minnesota to California, and I haven’t seen such nothing as is in Nebraska, or Utah. But even in this nothingness, there’s stuff. There’s dirt, sand, in Utah’s case, salt. Obviously corn in the corn fields. But there’s never nothing, like there is in space. I want, I need to experience this nothingness, an empty void where all that surrounds is a cold, dark vacuum. Emptiness, the true emptiness that smells strong, metallic, and unique, according to astronauts. And who doesn’t believe astronauts?
I’ve always had a place in my heart for space travel. That sounds a little weird, because who wouldn’t like to go into outer space? But even as a kid when Star Wars enraptured me I would look to the heavens and wonder. Not about anything in particular, you understand, just wonder. Let the mind travel to wherever it wanted, even to the stars. Looking at these points of light and realizing they were the same thing as the sun that was so bright during the day, sometimes even bigger and brighter. As a young’un this was incredible. When someone told me that the light we see from stars is thousands of years old, that if you were in that stars’ solar system you would see Roman centurions and whatnot, I was floored. That was incredible to me. That meant that even if I had a telescope to look that far, I would be seeing the past! That opened up whole new avenues of thought into time travel, but that’s a story for another day.
The picture entitled Earthrise (it’s at the top of this post), taken by some astronaut whose name you could find out if you were less lazy than I, is to me one of the most thought provoking pictures ever taken. Maybe not even thought provoking as contemplation provoking. Someone once said that the unexamined life is a life not worth living, and a picture like that, to me, forces a look at oneself. We all have a sense of self worth, whether high or low (personally, I feel like I’m worth my weight in gold, which equals out to $3.6 million, from my last weigh in) but a picture like that just makes you think about existence. If the light from other stars is thousands of years old, that means that all you’re looking at is dead light, and if you see another life form, you have no idea if they’re still there. It’s just a dead image. That means that if they see Earth with a telescope, they’d either see the centurions, or, if they see you they see you dead 1000 years. I don’t mean to be morbid, but more just that images of Earth as this little rock, the Blue Marble photo, things like that just make you realize how big it all is, and how small you are. Seriously, the earth is 3.6 billion years old, the sun almost 6 billion or something, and we’re around for about 80 years if we’re lucky to live in the US or whatever. What does that mean, what do we mean, in the scheme of things?
I’m not going to sit here and say go crazy, life doesn’t matter, but I don’t think I can agree with taking life as seriously as some do. I mean really, we are only here for a little while when it gets down to it, so doesn’t it seem like there’s no room for getting all worked up over bullshit. There’s things that matter, sure, like nuclear war or global warming, things that impact future life on Earth that could impact eventual growth into space. But the bullshit? Nah, man, that’s nothing to get pissed about, that’s something to have fun with. Although I wouldn’t suggest actually finding bull feces and playing with it, that sounds unsanitary.
Earth is a big small place, just as a peanut M&M Is salty-sweet. Best of both sides I guess. We have room to look around, explore, but it’s like a big ol’ play pen before we break out into the universe. And we weren’t allowed to fight or be mean in kindergarten, it wasn’t copacetic. So what’s the deal with doing it to other countries? Anti-war, etc. Space is big, and we need to get there. So do I. I’m out of words. Good luck.
An American businessman took a vacation to a small coastal Mexican village on doctor’s orders. Unable to sleep after an urgent phone call from the office the first morning, he walked our to the pier to clear his head.
A small boat with just one fisherman had docked, and inside the boat were several large yellowfin tuna. The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish. “How long did it take you to catch them?” the American asked. “Only a little while,” the Mexican replied in surprisingly good English. “Why don’t you stay out longer and catch more fish?” the American then asked. “I have enough to support my family and give a few to friends, the Mexican said as he unloaded them into a basket. “But … What do you do with the rest of your time?”
The Mexican looked up and smiled. “I sleep late, fish a little. play with my children, take a siesta with my wife, Julia, and stroll into the village each evening, where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos. I have a full and busy life, senor.”
The American laughed and stood tall. “Sir, I’m a Harvard M.B.A. and can help you. You should spend more time fishing, and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat. In no time, you could buy several boats with the increased haul. Eventually, you would have a fleet of fishing boats.” He continued, “Instead of selling your catch to a middleman, you would sell directly to the consumers, eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product, processing, and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village, of course, and move to Mexico City, then to Los Angeles, and eventually New York City, where you could run your expanding enterprise with proper management.”
The Mexican fisherman asked, “But, senor, how long will all this take?” To which the American replied, “15-20 years. 25 tops.” “But what then, senor?” The American laughed and said, “That’s the best part. When the time is right, you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich. You would make millions.”
“Millions, senor? Then what?”
“Then you would retire and move to a small coastal fishing village, where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take a siesta with your wife, and stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos…”
This is right from Tim Ferris’ 4 hour work week, which I recommend all of you hustlers out there go grab asap!
Just wanted to swing through and share this story with everyone on VibeThat … It’s taken me too long to get on here and support my man, Brett, but hope you all like this little post. Makes you stop and think, what do we do it for? If you’re out there grindin without a vision, you are #WastingTime!
Can’t get there if you don’t know where you’re going!
Learn what you love, love what you learn – Wealthy Knowledge
The fate of the people does not shield itself in the illusion of prestige and status, or under the false pretenses of democracy and “freedom”, or even in the deep seeded emotions of love and affection we hold so dearly. The ultimate salvation of society lies in the actions and ideas of its people uniting as one, using the unreal power and beauty of the mind to enter the planet into a state of complete unending nirvana.
A condensed approach to the objective at hand will be produced; and lastly, the art of consumption will deem itself, and all other tasks, completely useless. The people will eventually entrust all of their true power into a single non-partisan or omniscient observer, and rely on him to reorganize the puzzle from the start. This is the final endeavor and rebirth of the human spirit on its journey to freedom.
Existence is a sport. Will a trophy for all your memories complete you? The only true hero is the puppet master and his most prized puppeteer; who just like him, is only as powerful as the puppets that he or she controls. The individual who can reciprocate his hate with love is the true receiver; the individual whom can reproduce the entire spectrum for him from “nothing” is the one.
High on L.I.F.E.
Love Intensifies Futile Emotions
& Positive Energy Activates Constant Elevation
“Imagine Leadership, imagine yourself leading, leadership is an art. Will you be the leader?”
Nitin Nohria and Amanda Pepper of Harvard Business School’s Leadership Initiative collaborated with XPLANE to create this video in order to generate a discussion of the value and importance of leadership to address some of societys most pressing problems.
“It is my desire to inspire people of all ages and social demographics to think about leadership on a broad level, contemplate what it means to them and what individual impact they can have when it comes to leading,” says Nohria.
Is swinging from the center of somewhere,
nowhere yet everywhere at once.
Worlds colliding and forming anew:
Dense awareness: an intricacy subdividing my focus and labeling such things ‘distraction’.
“Distraction from what?” I ask.
From the moment’s task?
From where my feet are basking in the Sun I do not feel in such a state?
Which at any given moment
May or may not be in alignment with where my mind says I should be these daze.
Of which course, could or could not be relatively accurate.
A hazed maze of useless searching when the STONE is right within reach,
SILENCE lacing this Illusion of Should;
“DON’T PUSH THE RED BUTTON!!!”
Too simple for a complex soul like me.
Right and wrong, in and out, here and there..
With all this chatter..
Wherever here is, is definitely where I am not.
“Presence”, says the mere whisper in my ear.
“Now shhhhh, repeat after me.”