A Time To Be...

A while ago i posted about the Interpol song 'A Time To Be Small' and my truth today follows from that. A time to be something. Arguably everything has its optimum time to exist. We have seasons throughout time just for this. A time for rain, a time for snow, a time to grow, a time to reap and a time to sow. So the truth for today is with consideration to the seasons of a human life. As a result of the dynamic and ever altering moment of the human condition, the seasonal terminology or understanding is less general and predictable. When is it a time for you to be small? Emotionally speaking of course. When is it time to give an endeavor everything you have and when is it not? What are these mysterious seasons in a human life? How do the rest of the creatures seem to have it perfected to something that we can observe and even coordinate our wardrobes and watches too?

The answer is human life does have predictable seasons but the reactions are not as predictable as those of our cousins. How we react to the winters of our lives varies, some would fight it because they would prefer to have it all as a prolonged summer, while others embrace times of lack because they understand that life needs to be this way for a time. I must admit i am not completely of the latter mindset. Lack scares me a great deal. And by lack i refer to times of loneliness, homelessness and general personal deficiency. So what do we do? Do we embrace the loneliness and say: "this is normal, it will pass..." and soldier on? I want to but can I? Admittedly this post was to retain more answers than questions but it seems i have failed. The Truth is that in one lifetime i cannot answer this. I can only give you a truth, the truth that you are not alone in trying to figure out how to react to the seasons of life. The best i can offer is: Try to react as honestly as you can to the seasons. Freak out when you feel like it, Dance when you feel like it. Despair, Laugh, Cry, Sing and Act like you feel like it. No one knows the seasons of life, your life, like you do. Most of all no one can tell you otherwise. No one can dictate how you should react to a particular event or time. Be you, as cliche and watered-down as that sounds. For what it's worth I am proud of you and how you have handled your life thus far and i do not need to know the details. The fact that you are still here and still going means you are doing something right and have earned your place in the universe. You do not have to pay any further dues to anyone else. Seasons change and know this... good or bad. Ask me sometime... Truth and Peace.

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So here's what I've learnt today. a hashtag is the key to the world... i knew i was behind coming from africa where a hashtag was something you're pissed off about but i learnt today, what once was  aint is no more... i know it's not proper grammar but it's Valentine's i should be allowed a little lee-way. But my message today is the same as always Love is All. Maybe,e i haven't mentioned this before, i was busy promoting Truth.. I may have forgotten about Love.  But what i'm saying on Valentine's is this.... What are you celebrating? Is it person? A relationship?  Ask me sometime... Truth.

PS- my niece i think i can call her that, Maki is kinda under the weather, positive vibes her way.. Makica dobro vece.....

Reality...

"So states of un-satisfaction, objects which we see or which reveal an absence are the only performances to which the individual recovers in susceptive uniqueness. The city might fix it or establish it but I see it an existence of our own as a chance to see what the city must and can do, without the power to do it. It's all very well and precise to say that Baudelaire had mysterious wishes to be like the stone in the statue without posing the ability. You cannot present the poet is eager to extract some petrifiable image from this of the past. But the images which he left are situated in a life which was open and infinite in Baudelaire's sense of the word."

I don't how many of you listen to Interpol or have even heard of them, it's understandable. To those who haven't check them out but i will try to capture some of their energy and distill it for you. To those have heard of Interpol, i wonder if you have heard the alternate version of "A time to be small" which includes a little tidbit at the beginning which is quoted up there for your benefit.

As for me i have always been intrigued by perceptions and how they define or create reality. I found Baudrillard's treatise "Simulacra and Simulation" and found it quite enlightening. Ask me sometime... The basic gist of it is that initially we define what is real and then through media and interaction we reference what is real through simulation. for instance i create a new word to define a chair to someone else. Now that object is real in the most simplest form of the word. However if chairs were to disappear from earth my new word of chair would still persist and now define what a chair is even though they do not exist anymore. But what Baudrillard wonder was what would happen if my word was not able to fully capture the essence of what a chair is, which i think it no doubt would. My new definition now limits what a chair can be in reality. Again, you could imagine that my word only limited the chair to have 3 legs by a misunderstanding or mistranslation of my word then from then on chairs with four legs could exist as chairs. Any how check out Baudrillard's work its kinda awesome and you might understand it better

Now as to Interpol, that quote up there which quotes Baudelaire, i think it greatly intrigues. What defines an object is not always what we see but more a manifestation of an idea or a notion. In this instance a city is not really made up of bricks and mortar but of the people that inhabit and define it and that is what we reference when we say New York is a beautiful city. It is the dance and parade of notions which we have put together that define what New York is for all. But now we find that the reality of New York is not what draws us there. If New York where to cease to be... These ideas would be all we would have to reference and in rebuilding would really capture the truth of what New York was or would we capture something else. So what is real, what is reality- Actuality or....?

Charles Baudelaire on Wiki

Jean Baudrillard Wiki

Simulacra And Simulation

Now as to the song "A time to be small", i will say this: it is sung from the perspective of an urchin under a boat observing the going's on of either a father and son or a couple. interesting song, if you wanna give it a listen...