Make Your Own Kind of Music

Most of my good friends know that I have this whole rebel thing. Well, okay, everyone knows that.

Most of my good friends know that I want to join the Peace Corp, that I have this whole humanitarian thing. That I try to think about the big picture, I seek answers to those impossibly big questions.

But here’s one of my dilemnas, and I have probably talked about this in another blog:

All that is based on the idea that “good” and “right v. wrong” have some sort of basis, even if I feel like there is a lot of gray. I still operate on that basis. But if there is no God, no afterlife, nothing but us, here, and all by random scientific happenstance, then right and wrong are but illusions of our minds. Assuming that, then I am no more or less than the “worst” child molester or mass murderer of history.

Which reminds me, I have an odd fondness for crime. Not like rape, but more of a apathy towards murder and the lust for gunrunning and robbery. Jesse James!

Maybe I shouldn’t say that stuff so publicly.

I dream of a world where we who would be kings had our day.

Rest easy.

Seeking Salvation with the Human Condition

World, into you I begin my wanderings,

others follow the road, I maketh my own way.

For I will leave this world one of four kings,

And never shall our legacy lose sway.

Cinematic dynasty the gods dream of

as I defy fate through philosophy.

Born from rebel dreams and eyes on stars above,

we write the World’s autobiography.

For whilst we waste away ‘neath synthetic light,

Man kills man, man kills woman and child; God sleeps.

If a Father have we, then orphaned at night,

And so alone, humanity a watch keeps.

Thus we search for salvation in science,

forsaking God in heartbroken defiance.