Tuesday, November 02, 2004
Filters. Man, do I hate filters.
Oh yeah, filters serve a great purpose. I don't need curse words to express my views. There are plenty of other places on the internet to find hardcore pornography. I don't need to breathe in the fumes that the leaf blower next door is blowing out. There are many types of filters and I can see a purpose for every one, but sometimes I'd like to think that I can get life unfiltered.
I'd like to take up a lucky strike and just see what it tastes like. I'd drink some of the water right from the Stones River. It was good enough for my ancestors. (or Uriah Stones) I like to think that from time to time I am embracing life to its fullest.
But I do not embrace this blog to its fullest. Not that I need to. But sometimes I have to filter what I say, because there is another world. One that existed before this cyberworld and I have be careful that what I say in this one does not interfere with the other one. That's why I do not express all my thoughts on here, because some time life offends.
Some times life is a dead dog on the side of the road.
Putrid, rotting meat. A carcass that has carried it's life and waits for nothing. To be disregarded by all men that come upon it.
But it's a whole ecosystem.
Stray animals. Maggots. Microorganisms.
This thing which changed when it was unable to hold a single life became something that held many. To us life is disgusting, but to them the disgusting is life. While it may be hard, it's a wonderful, enriching life.
And one of these days, with a little luck, those maggots will fly, something I have yet to accomplish. And never will. At least not without the aid of a device built by many other people.
Life is like a dead dog on the side of the road. Even in it's worst its still pretty fascinating, but that doesn't mean that I want to cross the road to sniff the carcass. I'm not trying to be depressing here. I'm just trying to say one thing to make up for the many that I can't.
Filters. Man, do I hate filters.
Oh yeah, filters serve a great purpose. I don't need curse words to express my views. There are plenty of other places on the internet to find hardcore pornography. I don't need to breathe in the fumes that the leaf blower next door is blowing out. There are many types of filters and I can see a purpose for every one, but sometimes I'd like to think that I can get life unfiltered.
I'd like to take up a lucky strike and just see what it tastes like. I'd drink some of the water right from the Stones River. It was good enough for my ancestors. (or Uriah Stones) I like to think that from time to time I am embracing life to its fullest.
But I do not embrace this blog to its fullest. Not that I need to. But sometimes I have to filter what I say, because there is another world. One that existed before this cyberworld and I have be careful that what I say in this one does not interfere with the other one. That's why I do not express all my thoughts on here, because some time life offends.
Some times life is a dead dog on the side of the road.
Putrid, rotting meat. A carcass that has carried it's life and waits for nothing. To be disregarded by all men that come upon it.
But it's a whole ecosystem.
Stray animals. Maggots. Microorganisms.
This thing which changed when it was unable to hold a single life became something that held many. To us life is disgusting, but to them the disgusting is life. While it may be hard, it's a wonderful, enriching life.
And one of these days, with a little luck, those maggots will fly, something I have yet to accomplish. And never will. At least not without the aid of a device built by many other people.
Life is like a dead dog on the side of the road. Even in it's worst its still pretty fascinating, but that doesn't mean that I want to cross the road to sniff the carcass. I'm not trying to be depressing here. I'm just trying to say one thing to make up for the many that I can't.
Filters. Man, do I hate filters.
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