Category: Mind

Perception vs Reality

Beware the ides of March!

The actual quote is from Shakespeare’s tragedy Julius Caesar (1599). The warning is uttered by a soothsayer who is letting Roman leader Julius Caesar know that his life is in danger, and he should probably stay home and be careful when March 15th, the Ides of March, rolls around.

How much of what a soothsayer tells us should we listen to, how much of our own inner voice should we listen to? Perhaps Julius Caesar should have stayed home that day but then there would have been another day with the same risk, just around the corner. We can’t avoid living our lives because there’s a risk of death outside our door.

I live in a statistically dangerous place, Sao Paulo, Brasil and travel by commuter bike, 10 km every day. I’m acutely aware of my risk and once experienced the bizarre thrill of bounce/rolling up the bonnet (Australian word for “hood” of a car) and shattering (but not going through) the windshield of a sedan belonging to a horrified young woman, who had just run a red light, having not seen me coming. She looked pale and shaken, as for me, just a couple of bruises and scrapes from my handle-bars. The front bike tire was totaled and the handle-bars were toast but the frame and bike parts were fine, so I pushed it home, fixed and was riding again within days, albeit with more caution, since I was speeding the day of the car crash but the rewards of my lifestyle far outweigh the risk I deal with every day.

Riding a bicycle any place (almost) will provide a winning risk/reward ratio. In fact, it may be, that with practice and experience, anything that appears to be extremely dangerous, may be a low-risk activity for a person with an expert skill level. Perception and reality, more often than not, are very different. Our world is filled with dichotomy, everything the media tells us about an important global incident, for example, is most likely something actually totally different than the truth. We’ve now come to expect deception and become complacent about it.

Perception is the point of advertising and marketing too, here again we’re bombarded daily with propaganda. It’s no wonder we’ve become complacent towards all the hypocrisy and deceit, spewed through the mainstream. It’s just become a new form of theater, to amuse the masses, while Rome burns. Besides, as most people suggest to me, there’s nothing we can do about a rigged system and tyrannical ruling elite who’ve taken over the planet (well sort-of) but then one day, I decided there was something I could do, I quit.

March 15, 2016
The Last Caipirinha

The last Caipirinha was the best one, exactly because it was the last one. The time had come and past, it was time for me to hit the wagon for good. My romance with the Cachaça had lasted long enough, the magic was gone from the relationship and all that was left was drudgery and boredom but that wasn’t the worst of it, watching my own destruction, as I drank those frozen concoctions, which “yes” I falsely thought they were helping me hang-in, as if I were living in Margaritaville but this is much worse because Cachaça, or “pinga” as it’s called in Brazil slang, is more powerful, more prevalent and can be ridiculously cheap.

[box]For example, imported cheap tequila is at least ten times more expensive here but it’s not just that it’s the formula for a Caipirinha and how they’re constructed, plus with which Cachaça.[/box]

Listen to my love of the Caipirinha (above), see it was totally out-of control. Plus I liked to drink ice cold Heineken of Stella Artois at the same time, which I was always warned against. Brazilian tradition has a huge reverence for Cachaça, a folklore’ish belief in how, where, when and how much is a safe and smart amount. It’s free from small kegs, with little shot glasses, in most decent Minas Geriais (type of cuisine) restaurants. On the beaches they have some of the best hand-made drinks. All that’s needed is lime, sugar, ice and pinga for the absolute perfect beach cocktail.

It was a crazy, impulsive decision to join One Year No Beer and take the 90 challenge. It’s a social network for people like me, who want to win our lives back from booze and in particular beer. I also had respect and reverence for the mighty Cachaça and the oh-so-sweet Caipirinha, so I had a weekend’s only rule but would often break that rule. The thing of it is, beer is the ultimate gateway drug. My Dad gave me my first beer, everyone in Canada drank beer, it’s a national pastime to accompany, for watching hockey during the long cold winters.

Brazil has the best beer culture in the world, just watch some of our programmed Television and you’ll see a ton of sex-appeal selling billions of dollars of beer. There is cold beer everywhere here in Brazil and although I drank mostly imported, partly because it’s $1 or $2 USD cost, whereas I paid up to $10 USD in Europe.

My drinking days are over and I’m glad to say “tchau Cachaça”.

March 9, 2016
The Value of Ideas

Every body has an idea. Every day, every single person breathing (that’s over seven billion individuals) has new ideas. Who decides what ideas have value? Why do some ideas manifest into reality and other ideas “die-on-the-vine“? When does a good idea become reality? Where do good ideas come from? What is it about ideas that makes them so valuable? How does a person sell an idea?

These are the two most important questions, you need to ask yourself.

Let’s cut to the chase, shall we? Assume you’re up to speed, in real-time, today. Let’s assume that your best epilator ain’t that sharp like a razor (IQ 160+) and let’s take it another degree and assume you’re surrounded with contemporaries ( in Oz {Australia}, we called “mates“) and also, for laughs and giggles, imagine that you’re also totally dialed-in too. I mean, you’re connected to Dudes who are bringing-down six-figures for how-smart they are, in the hi-tech-sector. This is a common scenario in today’s world. This is normal. You are asking the right questions….

So you wake-up one morning and you, for some un-known reason, probably because you were getting ripped with one of your inside “mates” and all of a sudden, low and behold, you concoct in your mind, the web-geek equivalent to the cure for cancer. So now what?

Ideas are a dime a dozen. It takes about 2 hours of research to know, that your new mouse-trap is a file for the permanently delete folder, or is it? Or does that stupid idea hold merit? Is that brain-fart worth money? Is it equal to other bad-ideas that flew in the face of reason?

I’m going to be brutally honest here. It’s not that ideas are over-rated, “au contraire”, it’s that so few people have the intention to make them happen. Understand that there’s a giant gap between thinking about something and doing it. The value of ideas get’s completely diluted at this exchange, so much so, that one million-to-one seems like a realistic likelihood. Now we know, ideas are cheap, everybody is selling them and it’s one million to one that your idea has value.

So what’s a poor-boy to do? Lot’s of ideas and no-way to make any of them turn-into money.

Come back soon and I will share some ideas about how but for now, at this point in my mining, there’s an opportunity happening about 15 floors beneath me, which I have access to because of my proximity, so I must take action and put an idea into effect. See you again soon.

March 5, 2016
The Power of Love!

As the suns sets on Sampa, I reflect back on my beginning with this Big Pineapple, as it’s perhaps the sweetest and certainly the most poignant memories of all my dozen years living here. It was the power of love that brought me. The single most powerful force known to mankind.

Back-story: A girl from Sao Paulo was traveling with two girlfriends in the ABC islands (Aruba, Bonaire and Curacao) of the Dutch West Indies and I happened to be on “C” island (Curacao) working on a project to design, develop, license and launch the first on-line casino, or at least in amongst the first 100 (Note: this was a new gold rush). She was staying with her friends in the same hotel on Curacao.

I first saw her from across the hotel lobby and fell in love at first sight, it hit me like a ton of bricks and there wasn’t a thing I could do about it….

In this abbreviated rendition I’ll fast forward the year to say that we “re-connected on Curacao, six months later”, followed by a three month lapse and a “bring the girl to meet the family” in Canada, where my love landed in Vancouver for a month of mid-summer madness, covered hundreds of miles of British Columbia and visited every single beach in Vancouver, from Wreck Beach all the way to Horseshoe Bay, then a magical tour of the Okanagan (interior BC) with an ecstatic welcoming committee from my tribe, as the whole world adores Brazil.

After the Canada tour, we both knew that we were destined to keep going towards each other. The power of love was intense and totally irrefutable, it wasn’t just lust, or imagination, it was real and it was way too powerful to explain in words. All that I knew, is that there was nothing in this world that could, or would, stop me from seeing her again. We needed to meet half-way, in Miami, which is exactly what my plan was, from the very beginning when I laid-eyes on her, I wanted her on the beach in Florida, living with me.

Six more agonizing months go by and finally it’s my turn to meet her family. Uh-oh, boy meets girl’s Mom and Dad, yikes! But I was un-daunted, the power of love had a grip on me like a fuckin GPS signal, I was tuned-to-it. So I arrived in, you guessed it, Sao Paulo, Brasil about mid-December of ’97 and it’s hotter than Haiti (Note: I’ve not been to Haiti yet, it’s just an expression) and I’ve come from the great white north, however since I had so many months to think about this trip and was laid-over in Miami (my second home, as I’ll explain another time) for a month on my way to South America, also because I knew enough about every family member in her tribe, I was able to arrive bearing meaningful gifts but nothing I was to give would ever come close to what I was about to receive.

March 4, 2016
Stand in your own Power

Max Egan from the Crowhouse, was the first person I heard use the expression; “Stand in your own Power!” However, it’s possible and very likely, that Max borrowed it from someone else, who borrowed it from someone else. The meaning is profound!

Each and every one of us are the same and yet entirely unique, it’s our energy field that makes us unique and we can’t see it. It’s our meat-body that makes us the same, yet we all look different. Truth is, under the skin, we’re all the same. So this idea, to “stand in your own power”, has significant value.

The idea is that we are each an invisible entity of energy, an energetic field if you will… Our energy field and it’s influence on other similar entities, exponentially grows when we become fully aware of our power, this energy is derived from our will to make ideas happen. In the writing of Carlos Castaneta this is called “the power of intention”.

[box]Castaneda’s first three books – The Teachings of Don Juan: A Yaqui Way of Knowledge; A Separate Reality; and Journey to Ixtlan – were written while he was an anthropology student at the University of California, Los Angeles (UCLA). He wrote these books as his research log describing his apprenticeship with a traditional “Man of Knowledge” identified as don Juan Matus, a Yaqui Indian from northern Mexico. Castaneda was awarded his bachelor’s and doctoral degrees based on the work described in these books.

In 1974 his fourth book, Tales of Power, was published and chronicled the end of his apprenticeship under the tutelage of Matus. Castaneda continued to be popular with the reading public with subsequent publications. In his books, Castaneda narrates in first person the events leading to his 1960 introduction to Matus, a half-Yaqui “Man of Knowledge”.

Castaneda’s experiences with Matus inspired the works for which he is known. He also says the sorcerer bequeathed him the position of nagual, or leader of a party of seers. Matus also used the term nagual to signify that part of perception which is in the realm of the unknown yet still reachable by man, implying that, for his party of seers, Don Juan was a connection in some way to that unknown.

Castaneda often referred to this unknown realm as non-ordinary reality. The term nagual has been used by anthropologists to mean a shaman or sorcerer who claims to be able to change into an animal form, or to metaphorically “shift” into another form through magic rituals, shamanism and experiences with psychoactive drugs (e.g., peyote and jimson weed – Datura stramonium).[/box]The idea here, is that anyone can increase personal power, by standing in it.

March 2, 2016
Dealing with Dystopia

The reason for reading the Ultimate Thinking Machine is to understand that there is an optimistic future, according to the world’s foremost futurist, Ray Kurzweil and he’s in good company amongst academics and tech mavens from Silicon Valley. They all share a consensus that our world will be better in the future. There are plenty of reasons to believe that we’re just going through some challenging times at present.

Let’s try to be clear about where we’re currently at. It’s my contention, based on all the available information, that our world first contracted chronic Dystopia in 1963 from what was a coup d’etat but more well known as the Kennedy assassination (unless you believe the magic bullet theory). This act was followed by four decades of nefarious skulduggery, tyranny and global domination, pillaging and looting, leading up to the greatest act of psychological warfare ever enacted on NYC to the world, then broadcast to every inhabitant on earth, repeatedly, with the greatest amount of deep emotional programming.

[box]Every one of us, has been affected permanently, by powerful psychological programming.[/box]

The first step in curing any malady is to recognize that there is a Dis-ease. Let’s call a spade a spade, dystopia is a disease. Next, identify the symptoms, for example; lethargy, depression, resentment of authority, pessimism, lack of trust in financial systems, and loss of ambition, just to name a few. Plus, fast-forward to today and add to our diagnosis additional mitigating factors such as chemtrails, Fukishima, the end of Europe (as we knew it), imminent and unavoidable economic collapse, Trump or Hitlery for President in 2016 and WW3 in Syria. Now, to suggest that we’re in stage 3 terminal dystopia sounds like an understatement.

To deny or ignore the dire straights that we currently find our world in, a person would need to be either brain-dead or completely ignorant. It’s really easy to understand how a person can catch this curse.

[box]The sixty four thousand dollar question is; how do we get rid of this sickening dis-ease?[/box]

So what’s a person suffering from too much truth supposed to do? Treatment: Get over it. Recommendation: Move on, there’s nothing to see here….

Photo credit: Tortured Mind via VisualHunt / CC BY-NC-SA

February 25, 2016
I’m Alive Brasil

On the first day the Rainforest Alliance released “I’m Alive” it became the theme song for Wild Orchid Brazil. Our minds were blown by Gisele Bündchen saying; “the time for sustainable forestry in Brazil has arrived”. We felt as though she was speaking directly to us and we feel compelled to answer back – we hear you!

The Floresta da Tijuca Sessions

In a unique collaboration produced by Andres Levin, world-renowned musical artists Caetano Veloso and Lenine, Criolo, Emicida, Pretinho da Serrinha and Sistah Mo Respect along with many other celebrated Brasilian musicians and filmmakers spent three days in Rio de Janeiro’s Floresta da Tijuca, part of Parque Nacional da Tijuca (that supported the project by offering its landscapes to film) creating “I’m Alive” a multimedia expression of our relationship to nature filmed, composed and recorded in the rainforest.

Created by: Andres Levin for Content-OS

Composed by: Caetano Veloso, Lenine, Criolo, Emicida, Pretinho da Serrinha, Rogê, Sistah Mo Repect, Tom Veloso, Júlia Mestre, José Ibarra, Andres Levin and Jorge Drexler

Film Produced by: Paula Lavigne (UNS Produções Filmes),

Directed by: Fernando Young, Paula Lavigne and Andres Levin,

Executive Producers: Larry Lunt and Andres Levin

Featuring: Gisele Bünchen, Caetano Veloso, Lenine, Criolo, Emicida, Pretinho da Serrinha, Sistah Mo Respec, Tom Veloso, Júlia Mestre, José Ibarra, Chico Chagas and Paulo Braga

Introducing Pedrinho da Serrinha

Special Appearance By:
Rogê
Andres Levin
Alan Gonzaga
Ana Costa
Ávaro dos Santos Carneiro
Cicelle Alexandre
Darelly Caldeira Sette
Deborah Cheyne
Deisiane Conceição de Jesus
Diogo Carvalho Da Silva
Eduardo Louro
Pedro Pablo Monnerat
Gabriel Moura
Geovana Candelária
Juliany Rodrigues
Márcio Vinícius Conceição
Jorge Quininho
Rúbia Siqueira
Thais Batista de Macedo
Thiaguinho da Serrinha
Vinícius Conceição Martins

Additional Recording: Kassin, Thomas Barthlett, Pedro Sá, Cesinha Santos

Strings Arranged by: Stephen Barber
Recorded by: Pedro Pablo Monnerat at Kassin’s studio Rio
Recorded by: Ray Aldaco Sticky Audio NYC

Mixed by: Pat Dillet
Mastered by: Tom Coyne – Sterling Sound
Adaptation by: Arto Lindsay

FILM CREW

Directed by: Fernando Young, Paula Lavigne, Andres Levin,
Edited by: Henrique Alqualo
Color by: Pedro Conforti (Brasil),

Trailer edited by: Joaquin Portocarero
Trailer Color by Roman Hankewycz Harbor Film

Production Coordination: Andrea Franco
Video Coordinator:Henrique Alqualo
Communications: Tino Monetti
Assistant Director: Danilo Watanabe
Brasil Production: Sissi Abreu
Production/Sound: Pierre Chêne
Video Assistant: Carolina Nunes
Security: Betinho Texeira
2nd Unit Camera Operator: Alexandre Ramos
Logger: Antônio Equi
1º Assistant Camera: Felipe Lima (Ovelha), Antoine Nicolas
2º Assistant Camera: Pedro Koeler
Sound: Fred Massine
Electric: Marcílio Nascimento
Assistant Electric: Anderson Luiz Viana
Machines: Paulo Fernando Martins (Doca)
Roadie: Luciano Da Silva
Local production and location directors: NOO magazine

Transportation: André
Catering: Art in Rio, by Andrea Cristina Oliveira en Pedro Kemel
Dressing Room Trailers: Claudio and Renata Roizenblit “Shimoo”
Transport: Oxê Locação de Veículos, by Gilberto Brito
Generator: Ismail
Drone: Manjubinha Filmes (Rodrigo Thomé, Rodrigo Figueiredo and Rodrigo Cebrian
Van Equipment: Manoel & Reinaldo Borges
Restaurant: Restaurante da Praça. by Marinho
Chargers: MG7, by Ronildo Gama
HT Radios: HT Rio Loc (José Eduardo Martins and Juliana Porto)
Location: Parque Nacional da Tijuca
Location Scout: André Neves
Location consultants: NOO TV
Park Monitors: Alex Barroso da Silva, Gilvan Alves Vieira and Peterson de Almeida
Park Sub Boss: Carlos Henrique Fernandes
Leasing Consultant: André Neves
Communications Advisor PNT: Júlia Barroso

Content-OS team: Jenna Maranga, Neal Sokol

Special Thanks:
Zeca Veoloso, Rowan Finnegan, Shure Microphones, Apogee, AEA Ribbon Microphones, Sterling Sound, Harbor, Sticky Audio, Tag Gross, Armonia, Gustavo Borner, Justin Moshkevich, Michael Murphree, Mariana Rolim, and Achy Obejas.

Producer, Emicida: Fióti
Producer, Criolo: Beatriz Berjeaut/ Assistant: Giovanna Scarano
Producer, Pretinho da Serrinha: Bruno Rodrigues
Producer, Lenine: KK Mamoni
Producer, Sistah: Laís Sérgio

September 18, 2014
Awake and Aware

William S. Burroughs by artist Verboten.

William S. Burroughs once said that he realized he needed to write to save his own life. Sometimes I feel the same but not for the same reasons. When I examine my feelings, on a day to day basis, to recognize a high degree of sadness, although I’m far from being a negative or depressed person, and thankfully enjoyed over a half century of joy filled living. It’s struck me in the past 5 years especially hard, that something in our world was dreadfully wrong and rapidly getting worse.

The global financial crisis of 2007 sparked an awakening and prompted of the Occupy Wall Street movement, which created an awareness in the collective consciousness on the planet, of a malignant conspiracy that had corrupted the global central banking systems. As an editor of financial information (CommodityTrader.com and InvestOffshore.com), this knowledge of fraud caused me to reflect deeply on my complicity, premeditated or not. There are a dozen cliches like “Be the change”, or “are you part of the solution?” etc…. However, the one idea the continued to resonate with me about my being awake and aware, was that: to do nothing, was not an option.

As a web publisher, what should a person do, about making the world a better place, using ideas and information? What I learned from my own exploration of what is euphemistically called “the rabbit hole”, by researching conspiracy theories, has saddened me profoundly. There’s that word (sad) again. It says somewhere in the Bible, according to Jesus, that with knowledge comes sorrow (another word for sad). And although I agree that everyone should know the truth, regardless of how it makes them feel but I refuse to be the publisher who regurgitates that information.

I want to inspire people to transcend the negative by using the power of the mind. Become aware of thought patterns and strive towards clarity. Become better at practising how to be one with the universe, as corny as that may sound. It can be done, and that’s what transcendence is. Everyone can do it.

Love is the temple (U2 lyric) is so much more than a verse of a song. We all know what and where it is, as well as how to get there. If something we’re doing is not taking us in that direction then we need to cease and change course. Love is the “one” place we all share, so there can be nothing wrong about thinking about it, writing about it, talking about it, or practising it.

So what is the “it” we call Love?

To describe love we could use the words; patience, understanding, tolerance and peace, just to choose a few common keywords but it’s much more about compassion which brings us to a feeling, and very often back to the word “sad”. Especially if you live as awake and aware of the world around us.

To combat sadness I recommend art or music and action. Get inspired by art and then feel it, think about it, make a plan, then make something good happen. Turn that sequence into a daily habit. Everyone has something good in them that wants to be shared to encourage others. We can all improve, every day, at making some one (or many) happy/glad, if even for a moment, that they matter and we care.

One
ARTIST: U2
LYRICS
Source: http://www.u2.com/discography/lyrics/lyric/song/97

Is it getting better, or do you feel the same?
Will it make it easier on you, now you got someone to blame?
You say one love, one life, when it’s one need in the night.
One love, we get to share it
Leaves you baby if you don’t care for it.

Did I disappoint you or leave a bad taste in your mouth?
You act like you never had love and you want me to go without.
Well, it’s too late tonight to drag the past out into the light.
We’re one, but we’re not the same.
We get to carry each other, carry each other… one

Have you come here for forgiveness,
Have you come to raise the dead
Have you come here to play Jesus to the lepers in your head
Did I ask too much, more than a lot
You gave me nothing, now it’s all I got.
We’re one, but we’re not the same.
Well, we hurt each other, then we do it again.

You say love is a temple, love a higher law
Love is a temple, love the higher law.
You ask me to enter, but then you make me crawl
And I can’t be holding on to what you got, when all you got is hurt.

One love, one blood, one life, you got to do what you should.
One life with each other: sisters, brothers.
One life, but we’re not the same.
We get to carry each other, carry each other.
One, one.

July 30, 2014
Imagination is underrated

Imagination is underrated
Sometimes my best ideas come to me while I’m riding my bike, like this story idea for example, popped into my mind as I was coasting down this long hill, down one of my favorite tree-lined residential streets, in a quiet neighborhood of Sao Paulo with big expensive homes on large lots, protected by walls, cameras and security systems, behind steel doors and locks. I imagine myself to be more free, gliding along the road, than many of the people living in the proverbial “Park Place” behind the walls because I know how to let the fertile imagination run wild.

My creative process has been developed over time and through practice. Since my skill-set is about web publishing and curating digital media, I’ve found ways to exploit my own mental energy, by using systems that evolve around the written word. Plus, by adopting the best practices of successful bloggers and writers, you first create a framework to develop your ideas. In my case that framework starts with a small notepad, in which I’ve listed the Silicon Palms (my blog) editorial calendar topic headings. These coincide with my site categories too, so the site has structure. My ideas are prompted to fit that framework as I discover the article titles. Now, I keep an entire list of topics that I’d like to share my thoughts about, as well as learn more about.

Everyday I update my Evernote journal and add more words to my ideas, and constantly capturing creative commons digital media that improves the presentation of my ideas. The layout and design of an article is just as interesting and appealing (to me), in some cases, as the material contained within. It’s enormously satisfying to give birth to a new webpage, which has been thoughtfully constructed to provide value to the reader. Most of my articles start-out as a “title” written by pen in my little pocket Moleskine (paper) notebook, since my own content management system relies heavily on ink and paper. Everyday I add idea topics and write down names of people and places to look-up when I get back to my computer.

One thing that I’ve learned from using an editorial calendar, along with the Evernote journal and content curation system; is that it get’s easier and faster to see the content come together. Also, the use of layout techniques becomes more natural, as you learn to improve the flow of an article by using bullet points and boxes etc…. Graphics and images, is for me extremely creative, as the imagination can be the key to how many people click to read your information. If no-one is responding to your images on the social networks, then the hard work of writing, editing and publishing is lost.

Discipline is what separates writers from a wanna-be like me. It requires a concentration and focus way beyond other forms of computer, data-input type work, and even graphic artists have specifications and sources of stock material but the writer has to dig deep, reach inside themselves and then channel a flow of intellectual energy onto a page. The process is all-consuming to the mind and can’t easily be sustained for long durations. Even a seasoned journalist will use collected material and research to fill 80+ percent of the article because they bring to it a short strong narrative, along with the cohesion of formatting by sub-topic as well as adding syndicated photos, to make a journal style story. It’s takes years to learn how to do that well.

Everyone has way more imagination than they’re aware of, it’s just that much of it is squandered and spent on amusement or humor. While my suggestion is to use the creative power of the mind, in a systematic way, to earn a living by re-packaging information in a better container. To me, the very idea that I could help people to improve their lives, by sharing information that helps them in some way. My photos are mostly too amateur, my story writing is short and simple and my Photoshop skills, as a graphic artist, are crude but I’m an expert at web-publishing, which is why I love to create new webpages – like this one!

You’ve heard the expression a thousand times – practice makes perfect. Who cares about perfect? Proficiency and progress, those are the objectives of practice because the only way you can really learn how to tap into your imagination, is to take a chance and make something happen.

July 14, 2014
What is the real meaning of liberty?

A good life
by D.H.Fleury

If a bird was born in a jail, and never went outside to see another world, as for a comparison, in order to chose its own way of living, once he grew up, will never be able to survive outside. On the other hand, a wild bird, will die too, and with sadness, if you keep it in a jail! In the first case it will die due to the hunger, not knowing how to provide food. On the second case, even knowing how to hunt for its food, and in this case is useless, since we feed, all the other knowledge, makings, will not be reachable as joy of living, and sadness, or lack of appetite, will starve up to death. So, liberty may provide people to have knowledge,as a way of self arbitrating survival, appetite, and diversified skill, for their kind.

If liberty means happiness, both birds are happy on their original places! Of course seen by themselves! And the first one don’t need much space for it, meanwhile the second will perish, if it is unable to deal with losses, by filling the emptiness with the augmented reality in Australia. And to keep happiness the concern of liberty would not be “ to do whatever you want, but to love what you are doing”! (And who should say, or determine, what shall be done?!)…There is another thing we may point out: Liberty don’t have so much to do with a long living life, as our society searches for. It is just a way to delay pain, sickness, and losses that we cannot avoid! Our lifestyle says “be patient, things will turn better”, some religions will say “you will recover all from the same stuff, multiplied after death, like ten wives instead of one!”. It’s really a virtual projection to save continuity. Shall we enjoy our “liberty”, that gave us the means of survival, on the same way is taken from us? Did we finish our job or it is the end of another day? And any day can be the last one! Our thinking is always the first day of the rest of our lives! Counter clockwise.

Returning to our liberty, that opposes slavery, if we look under the space aspect, is a emotional reaction against claustrophobia. (the more space people need as individuals, the more those emotions enslave them). If it is the time, as the axiom of our liberty, is our emotional reaction against our weakness (if compared to eternity). As example, to be over preoccupied with self defence, fitness, enrichment as a goal itself; and even knowing their reality, strive to be externalized through the history. But there are notable people whose goodness deserves our “eternal” (lasting) thanks as a reference to humanity, for the welfare of the world. They did it, without expecting any return to themselves.

If we say liberty, we may say also equality, among the same kind, if they can live in fraternity!

Love is alive where it flows, when it gather the same purpose of lightening ourselves to be what remains outside our prison.

July 6, 2014