Thursday, December 1, 2011

End All or Be All

So I had a thought today. I thought, if God is loving and all powerful, there would be no suffering as He has the power to change it Himself. And because we are made in His image, we try to help each other as He, assumingly, would too. Still no sign of it. In fact, "the ways of God are not for man to know. Well then, how do YOU know that is so, if the ways of God are not for man to know?
If the Universe was God, there would be suffering, because we were all equal under the Universal principle that we exist within it's chaotic structure, so why wouldn't we suffer? I thought about the human principle of "If you know better or can help, then you should" which falls under the principle of "with great power comes responsibility". After all, that is how evolution allowed us to be here in the first place... our ancestors helped our own lineage to survive.  Anyway, I digress.
So, If there are people who believe in a God that pretty much has no hand in our day to day affairs, lets people starve and lets wars and dictators become the everyday norm, they pretty much decide not to help or intervene because the greater good, apparently wants the world to be this way... in other words, they don't want to help because they think their God will. However, those who think that nature is their God believe we should help each other and not wait for the miraculous hand to intervene... like it ever will, according to their logic. After all, "the Lord works in mystrious ways"... not at all. I mean, are we to believe that a storm that stops an invasion or that a disease that irradicates a people is a "miraculous intervention guided by Gods hand", or is it perhaps, nature doing it's thing? If so, then does that not make God and Nature one and the same thing? If you are going to wait for "God" or "Nature" to do it's thing, then why call it God to begin with? Why not just get up and help your fellow man in the mean time, before that "miracle" that somehow manages to kill people in their droves. How can that be "Good"? I somehow always think that religion must carry a bias, in order to make it an appealing group. Nature is not biased. I guess that is why so many flout religion these days... they don't want to alienate each other on their native planet, whether they be gay, black, Muslim, Christian, Atheist or any other condemned by exclusive religious law. Surely, if religion is your cup of tea, you'll  have a better chance of getting through the pearly gates if you accept, help and integrate rather than condemn, opress and single-out. Religion is supposed to reflect the good in your heart, not the Bad in your mind.
If the Universe/Nature and God are one and the same in the "ultimate end".. that same end that consists of "all God's children" whether the believe and repent or not, dying off and going towards their rapture or their cessation, depending on what you believe, then why not just accept and move on, while you are still alive? Have a good life and ensure that your fellow man does too? Why wait to be a good person? Wait for rewards after you die? Why not do it now and reap the benefits in "the next life"? Good is not exclusive... it's supposed to be easy. You have to work really hard to be a bastard, so I'm told :P

Perhaps religion is a wedge between nature and spirituality. Perhaps nature is a wedge between religion and apathy. Who knows? There will always be people who disagree, no matter what you believe or don't believe in. But keep an open mind. Try to understand.

That is all I wanted to say.

By the way, I am not singling out any one religion and continue to respect the beliefs of everyone. We are all equal and have the right to think, fell and practice whatever we want to... so long as it hurts no-one in the mean-time.

Good day :)

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Waste of Time

I write mostly, to cure an itch

That is not to say I do so without any other point in mind. I mean sometimes, I'm trying to be funny, cynical, or just plain want to be angry at something.

Before, not too long ago, I went through a huge passive-aggressive stage, while dealing with some personal problems. That was a bit silly, but I guess writing it down at the time was part of the process... so that falls into relativity, absolving me of any guilt I should feel about it (I like to think)

Nowadays, it's just something I like to do, whenever I want to discuss something I have been throwing around my brain for too long. I'd say I have only published half of what I have written in entirety. The rest is a case of "write the letter today, post it tomorrow... on second thoughts, don't"

I once read a quote by an author I admire which I'm going to paraphrase: "I always wrote with my sister in mind. I feel it's good to write your stories as if you were intending to tell it to a specific person, not an entire audience. I always pictured her laughing at the story being told as she used to when we were young, while she was still alive". The author was Kurt Vonnegut... can't remember the specific book... maybe Slaughterhouse 5? Anyway, I digress... I thought his method was interesting... but when I tried it, it made me irritable. I guess I harbor a lot of ire somewhere inside. Suffice to say the method failed me, personally. Or maybe I should have pictured someone I liked talking to. That could have worked well. I guess I should find a better muse.

Anyway, though I like writing specific thoughts and to some extent, not-so-specific (quite like this pointless bit of banter) sometimes I feel like I'm doing so, just to kill time. I have an itch to do something with my life, having squandered the best part of ten years. I also like to read. See what my thoughts "look" like. And I like to read other people's blogs too. I like to read other regular people's thoughts, then I transmit my own, and we can all feel better about ourselves. It's all a bit Schadenfrued really. But in doing so, as in writing them down, helps me feel better about myself too, to an extent. Like my day was worth the little bit more because I got to empty my head and do something creative, even for ten minutes. For instance, I was thinking about the army today. I really wanted to see if I could do it, but I'm pretty sure I cannot, having squandered my youth. That boat sailed six years ago. At this stage I'd be paddling after it. So now I am writing, to fill a gap. To shut of my brain. And to scratch an itch.

Frankly, If I don't do something worthwhile with my time soon, I'm gonna burst. And I don't want to have to pay for carpet cleaning.

I'm poor enough as it is.

Plus my ass is raw with all the scratching I did in the last ten years. Gotta scratch something!

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

10,000 Hours

10,000 hours...

That is 416 days, before you go looking

And lately, I've noticed I have given up on everything I was ever any good at, or beginning to get good at. Actually, honestly, I don't know if that is true. There is running for example... I have managed to keep that up... does that mean I'm crap at it? It's a weird conundrum I find. Having said that, I haven't been running for 10,000 hours yet, but when you think of the overall nutrition and the lifestyle change involved, not to mention the constant attitude needed, it's a daily slog... and all in all comes up to about 197 days, give or take, since I committed myself to it.

But I get intimidated by consistency... When I think of all the things I could be successful at and the time involved in them, I always seem to back out at the last minute. According to Outliers, the Story of Success by  Malcolm Gladwell, the repetition of any task for 10,000 hours will contribute to your overall success in it and also, a perfection or expertise of sorts (though I'm paraphrasing here... I never actually read the book, just overheard the reference a few times)

Then why is my typing dyslexia getting worse? I'm sure I have written for over 10,000 hours including school and homework into the mix! And why is it so hard to give something I like, like music, 10,000 hours before I quit for no apparent reason?

I have sat on my arse for a long time now, online, and I hate it... It bothers me that I cannot find a single thing worth doing from the comfort of my seat in this country. Of course I could go out and find something using my two legs and a bit of initiative ... but I like my computer and I like sitting down. And I've spent over 10,000 hours on my arse, so I must be pretty good at it. For some reason I'm thinking of a quote from Two-and-a-Half Men where Jake asks Charlie "Uncle Charlie, can I watch T.V?" and Charlie replies: "Well you have two eyes and a butt". There's wisdom buried in there somewhere,  perhaps.

But it doesn't seem like you're doing anything at all when you're just sitting, browsing jobs or courses or even reading online or watching television. And right now, in Ireland, an unemployed person such as myself has to fight hard to find a job, especially one that I like. I'm worried, because watching T.V is something I'm getting to be good at. But I want more than sitting there watching T.V. At this stage, I just want a job, any job, that I would happily spend 10,000 hours in... especially if it takes me away from this boring rut I find myself in. A year at anything other than sitting on my ass would be great. Running does provide a good break from the mundane but I guess I require more. When I think of the 10's of thousands of hours that have passed, the opportunities I have let pass and the failed tasks I have put time into, it just makes it all the more necessary to get good at something. I think of that 416 days, or 10,000 hours starting every day. What to do, what to do...

Of course I've been procrastinating for over 10,000 hours now, so I must be a professional at this stage

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Return of the Rant

The last while has been very confusing for me. I'd say the entire time actually adds up to about a year, if I'm to be fair. I could exaggerate, but that would simply fool no one, myself included. That is, it would achieve nothing for me to tell a white lie and say that I was, in fact, confused for less than like, two months or something. I have been confused for a great while now. I think that is  something I share with many though, because confusion spurns creativity - no one knows what it is they're supposed to be doing, so they do all manner of things. They may go to college, shoot for the big promotion, or become a Fireman or something. Hell, there are many, who are currently filling these roles, or literally, filling bread rolls... with ham and cheese and shit, that really don't want to be doing it at all and can only think to occupy themselves with whatever they can, while providing the odd Dollar, Euro or Yuan or whatever. Again, I would say I was such a person... someone just looking for something to do... hopefully, while getting a small reward for it. The reward may be cash, long vacations or to hear a crowd cheer after a performance. Really, there is more than one way to feel rewarded from what one does with their time. Right now, getting skinnier and healthier are rewards for me. It feels good.

But you know, it's not always easy to find something you like to do... and furthermore, it's not always easy to find the right reward that you'd like to receive for it. Some people choose the wrong path, briefly, and find that hard work is not their forte, or perhaps running through burning buildings is just too hot for them. Perhaps they liked reading novels but found curriculum-specific novels to be a tad... ensnaring and slightly constricting to their usual reading desires. Also, It's seems painfully easy to fall into the alluring honey-trap of following suit, when really you'd just rather do the fashion degree than going for the sales/marketing degree that everyone else is going for. It seems that decisive self expression plays a serious role in how some folks would like to spend their time. And this is what snagged me... What the hell do I want? And what would be adequate for me to commit to doing from here on?

Honestly... I am still where I was two years ago with regards to "what I want" in life. I am still idle, to a degree and a little under-achieving, even by my own standards.

But things aren't completely the same as they were... I mean, I have gotten older and a little more experienced and my attitude is a little more "grown-up". How I spend my free-time has changed and indeed, my outlook on a number of issues I have been contemplating for most of my adult life have matured somewhat. I no longer sit on the fence like I used to, even if I haven't achieved a whole lot, personally. But that is on the rise.

But, here is where I go back to the statement that opened this blog, the first of many in this "retry" of "Matt's Daily Rant" (name to be reviewed). The last while has been very confusing for me. And here I am, back here again.

The situation I find myself in is not really any clearer than it was, but I feel like I have handled myself better lately. Though that is changing constantly. I am always confused. I often hear people saying "childhood was a confusing time for me" or "My teens was very confusing". Hell, occasionally, I still hear older generations say "My midlife crisis/menopause was a confusing time" etc etc you get the drift. I believe life is just... confusing. Ups and downs, poverty to just having enough to scrape by, good decisions, bad decisions, bad and good hair days, theses and dissertations, medical conditions and natural disasters. Life is a flux. Some people sink their heads in the sand, some come out fighting, some live in sci-fi fantasies, others take up acting, teaching, doing courses they know they hate, working on the land, working for charity, jamming, slamming and ramming. You know, it really doesn't matter.
God could be your saviour... Hell, he could be down the bottom of a bottle or up in the sky, in the back of a good book or miles away overseas... he could be a green-back or a nice red-head. He could be a conflicting opinion or a reason to live. Who knows? Not bleedin' I, that is for sure. I'll never know and I realise now, sometimes I just like not knowing. Lately I have found my peace in few places... In nights with my friends... I have found it on cycles through my town or in the sweat I generate while running. I've even found it while simply listening to others without really forming a personal judgment on it. I guess I just like to do these things. Run, cycle, drink, chat and listen. I love to listen and I love to read too. I goddamn love opinion columns whether I agree with them or not.

Did I also mention I love to write?

Friday, March 18, 2011

Any Idiot Can Write an Article

This year has started out to be quite interesting

I'm sitting in Istanbul Arkaturk, en route to Asia, more specifically, China. This time last year I was probably yawning while scratching my balls or something. That's not to say that scratching your balls isn't useful or doesn't feel good, but there's a time and a place for it and anything can get boring if you do it too much.

(Scratches said testicles)

So yeah, I'm sitting in Istanbul. My flight was delayed by 2.5 hours for whatever reason and I find myself in a bar, drinking beer on my own simply because there's nothing better to do. Last year I would have said that there surely was something better to do than scratch different parts of your body, but now that statement seems ironic and somehow relative. The intention is certainly to continue my journey and have a good holiday, but I'd rather be at home scratching than killing time in an airport. For every peak there seems to be a pitfall.

But that is not to say either, that I am regretful of my circumstances. On the contrary, I like the idea that this will lead onto better things and an unforgettable experience on the whole. But there is definitely a time and place for everything and I owe this to being completely idle at one stage and all the yawning and scratching that came with it. I think we are only entitled to give out about our circumstances once we accept responsibility for them and are willing to change them. No point complaining about something if you willingly partake in it over and over again.

Anyway my point was simply that though I'm stranded for a few hours, things could be a lot worse. Certainly, as I say this I have some of the bigger global issues of the world in mind; crippling debt, The recent tsunami in Japan, the troubles in Libya and poor old Charlie Sheen, of course. Anyone in these situations would be happy to be relieving an itch rather than face the difficulty they all face at the moment. And far be it from me to complain about a little waiting time when things are changing for the better, personally. Sometimes you cannot change what is going on and you hope that the situation will change itself. For those of us who have the power to change our situations, we really are overlooking a great gift we have. Choice. And I think I have just rekindled the romance I once had with mine.

To all those who are suffering or know someone who is suffering from circumstances beyond their control, you have my sword. To all those who complain and never lift a finger to make a difference, you owe me a sword. Or a blunt letter opener. Whichever.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Can't Make it Work

No, this is not a post about erectile dysfunction

And thank fuck for that!

But seriously folks.

Anyway, so, why spend so much time worrying about something that doesn't work? And again, I must remind you that the question is all-encompassing and general.

Like why do we spend so much time hanging onto a bad, life sapping situation, job, friendship or relationship? Sure, friends will say we should forget it. It's great to live on the outside; but very relative... as if that wasn't obvious enough.

It's easy. you cannot see a shit situation for what it is. No way can you, because you are an active participant. They say the universe wouldn't exist without us to perceive it and vise versa. It's funny, what would the universe be if we never had vision?

But before I digress, It's possible to know your situation is bad and still be powerless to do something about it. All I want to do is clarify that it's normal to feel bad within a situation and still not be able to do something about it. Situations are more than what they look like to anyone. It is, after all, only a combination of what they see and what you experience.

Why do we find ourselves in bad situations even though we know the best course of action and would easily recommend it to a friend in need, but cannot take the advice ourselves?

I guess the answer is that people need to be able to see plenty of bad situations and to live them at least a  few times. Sure, you might know what you should do, but that doesn't mean you are going to do it. Perception is based on two things. Seeing and experiencing through your other available senses. Processing can only happen once you have used all your available senses properly. It's like telling a blind person what the colour green is; they may know what objects the colour inhabits, but they don't know the colour themselves. Hell, they don't even know the objects.

You can see bad things happen. You can hear bad things going down. But until you personally feel something about all these situations from a first-person perspective, your advice is just the same as talking to a deaf, dumb and blind kid. But if you know it's time to jump ship, you've probably woken up slightly. It doesn't mean the end of the experiences though. Senses don't end until you do and the universe will not cease to exist until all those who experience it disappear. Well, it won't stop existing, it just will cease to be what we understand it to be. What does this mean? None of it works. None of our hypotheses or theories are worth a damn in the grand scheme. And besides, what is there to understand about universal relativity if we barely understand personal relativity?

Anyway, was just a thought.

Night night :)

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Subliminal I

you cannot speak the subliminal automatically

that is what i have learned


you know when you see someone online who you are interested in speaking with, or go to message them... moments away

and you never do it

you never tell them exactly how you feel.

and an old photo can fuck you up instantly

because all you want to do is tell them what you feel

and you offset it and then wonder how long you'll let it go for


you try to guess what someone is feeling or thinking, even if you are sure you know already

when someone tells you a story and expects you to believe it, use your judge of character

your personal judge of character to determine if it's true or not

don't keep pushing them for an answer

no-one will give you an answer they don't want to give or are not ready to

don't just take for granted that because you know someone well, they can read you like a book


never try and force advice on people who don't want it or seem like they may not be able to use it

if they are openly pissing you off and giving you reason to be annoyed and seem oblivious, they clearly aren't ready for advice at all. maybe a pointer all right, not a lecture though


and just because someone knows you well, they are not you. don't assume they know everything

don't be afraid to tell people how you are or what you think or how you really feel about something

it may be a surprise to find out people are willing to acknowledge their mishaps or even help you with your own grievances or insecurities about whatever situation

Subliminal I

Saturday, February 26, 2011


I want you to go out onto the street and point out at least one fool

do it

then go back inside and point at yourself in the mirror

Because foolishness is relative and no matter who you are or where you are, someone thinks you are a fool

I have not met one person in my whole life whom I didn't think was a fool. It's ok

You think I am a fool too.

I think I'm a fool. And I'm OK with that

Once you accept that human nature is curiosity and confusion based, you start to realise we are all fallible, incompetent fools the lot of us. We find it annoying when someone takes a certain position on something we ourselves do not agree with and we also hate it when someone takes no stance on anything. Even do-gooders piss us off because there will always be something we like that they don't. We are all fools, it's relative. Because even if we do not think another is a fool, they probably think we are about something we have done or intend to do. Intellectuals are fools. Trolls are fools. Professionals are fools. Politicians are fools. Even those that risk their lives everyday are fools. That is the biggest freedom you will ever have. The freedom to make choices, even bad ones or foolish ones. Because everyone does it. Even really smart people. It's trial and error. Heroes are fools and so are selfish bastards.

So why do we seek to over-complicate everything? Have you ever watched a thread or forum collapse into utter chaos, trolling or flame wars and sit back and say "what idiots! look at them argue amongst themselves!"


What a position to take on it. People who are holier-than-thou are some of the biggest fools there are, because they think they are immune to mistake, anger or even strong opinion. If you think you are better for taking a step back, you are a high ranking fool. At least the trolls are taking chances and might learn something.

Foolishness is relative. Atheists think Religious people are fools for wasting their time and their only life. Religious people think Atheists are fools for not believing in God.

Scientists seek to understand things by taking the most complicated route through mathematics and physics in order to prove something simple.

Why do you care if someone doesn't understand something that you are sure YOU do? Big deal, let fools be fools. Learning is relative too. You cannot make a person learn by shouting or by being staunch and immovable. You can bring a horse, etc etc.

I am a fool, perhaps the biggest of all, just because I choose to try to explain this thought I have had. Maybe I'm a fool to care at all. You know, making myself the fool is one of the biggest experiences of my life. I went to Japan and stayed for 3 months with €500 because I am a fool. I broke up with girls because I am a fool. I write things because I am a fool. I play and enjoy video games because I am a fool. I find myself continually in different places in mind and heart because I am a fool. It never ends and it is great

Look into the mirror and point at yourself. Look deep and lovingly into your eyes and accept the fool that you are. Say it loud. Say it often and say it to as many people as you can

Then you will wake up to life and stop caring about bullshit, be it opinions of others or insecurities about yourself, your situation or body or whatever. Even beautiful people make mistakes. You make stupid mistakes. We all do.

Those who say they don't make foolish decisions and say stupid things are fools

Just like you and me

Saturday, February 12, 2011


I found out a big secret tonight

You wanna know what it is? It’s a whopper! It’s about how we all feel when we get older. Apparently. I don’t have any sources.  Well, I do and I don’t.

Anyway, here's thing I found out. It’s important. I think we can all benefit from it. I am appealing particularly to my own age group but to be honest, anyone can get something from it. Particularly the next generation

Wanna know what it is?

I know why no one listens to old people.

“Old” encompasses everyone that is older than it two days, two years or two feckin’ decades.


We ignore them! We want to, because they never say anything interesting. I mean our peers are just boring retards. They just repeat all their stories all the time. They over tell the same shit again and again.  They might tell us stuff we might learn from

Doesn’t matter. It’s stupid. Annoying. Or just plain boring.  In fact we just get plain annoyed or tired of it. We fob them off with “yeah, yeah” answers. We stare blankly. Doesn’t matter. So long as they finish what they are saying... right?


They come back... they say it again! Even our older brothers and sisters seem to tell us the same stories again and again. When we meet up after a long time we tell the same shit over and over again. Old friends? Great! We can relate to that, right? Yes! Then it gets boring, uninteresting... then we don’t see them for months. We wish it were so long with our families too. We know, we can predict what way the conversation will go. “Remember so-and-so did this-and-that?” “Yeah yeah, was great, wasn’t it?” Blah blah blah

There seems to be a backlog of what we all know already. It’s amazing. Everyone has their own take on it. And every meeting we have will be the same old shit again and again. Why doesn't it change?? Who knows.


I know why! I know why conversations are mundane and repetitive!

We never ever listen. Ever.

Yeah, sure we all know what went down on New Year’s Eve 1999. Sure we all know what so-and-so did the night of their 25th. We were all there! In fact, we all know our Da’s stale worn out stories. They are so boring that we could be floating 76 days in the Pacific Ocean on a raft and find it more interesting. But not once do we acknowledge the other person’s take on that event. We never give it time, because we are too busy working on our own version while they are telling us, in our own head. Storytelling, friendships and get-togethers always become a wrestling match of “I want to tell my version vs You want to tell your version” and you THINK you’re listening, but you’re not! You just want to be heard! And you delay the next time you meet each friend because you think know exactly what they are gonna say! The occasional few words seem repetitive but If you actually listened you might get something new from it! Isn’t that something? Imagine not being browned off by the next family get-together because you know that you listened to every single detail there was on each potential story? Sure it’s hard graft, but so is worrying or trying to avoid certain people because you know what they’ll come out with! And they do, because you never really paid attention before and always seem surprised, even half heartedly about what they are going to say. The reason your friends and family are boring is because of you! Wow! Relax, take a breath and accept it.

Friends just become a relay of same old same old events because we know no-one is really being listened to. Well OK, maybe sometimes we hear some of it, but why are we surprised by new details occasionally? Because we listened for once instead of just forcing shitty repetitive detail we want paid attention to once. And we want to avoid, like the plague, people who just keep giving us the same old clap-trap again and again, because we kind of listen to the story but never acknowledge the receipt of it with the odd question or clarification that we were paying attention. We seem horribly uninterested in those who find us interesting.


Yep. We avoid people and social situations because we are ignorant of them. Sure, we can tell ourselves we are the most outwardly social people we know, but all of us... All... are fairly ignorant. We all want everyone to hear our version. And we’re already planning our next story in our heads. Ever just listen to someone? Mad experience altogether. They just keep talking. But they eventually run out of steam. It’s a strange strange thing. They give up. They go quiet. And they give us the time to realise... “Fuck... is it my turn? Now I get to fill in the blanks? It’s so fucking quiet!”

Imagine getting all the way to your old age with no-one listening to you? Imagine having to expel your stories until the next big occasion because nobody really cares? Or saying the same things over and over cuz no one really listened? Old people aren't crazy... they are just ignored. You will be too unless you  stop planning your next big story or actually listen for a change. I have to do it too. Nobody is devoid of this responsibility

Scary isn’t it?

This could be a boring essay, but I am only writing it because no one wants to hear my "same old shit" and I am alone, bored off my skull. 

Well, possibly anyway.

That, and I've nothing better to do :P

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Random Thought

Everything changes. What we should be looking for is not someone we should stay the same with, rather someone we can change with. Someone who changes in harmony with ourselves

Monday, January 3, 2011

Words are only words

Imagine I had decided to name this after a BeeGees song that became a Boyzone song?

Yeah, it'd be ridiculous because you'd read it and think I was a tit for writing it. But that is just my point. Words are ridiculous themselves. Words do not make the man.

I read somewhere once that Thomas Aquinas just stopped talking and writing at a late stage in his life and stayed that way until he died. That is a fantastic story I think. Many people wrote books and thesis' on "the silence of Thomas Aquinas". Some say it was to understand the stillness of God or whatever. Maybe he just realised that almost everything that could be said about life, the commenting and judgement used by common folks like you and me are just unnecessary? I have often looked back on my own as unnecessary. Who knows?

Anyway, I have been feeling this way lately. Words are a dime a dozen. They mix around to mean different things. Promises can be made easily too and just the same, they can be broken. There is nothing special about a guarantee or agreement either, for they can just as easily fall through the cracks if without the intention to back them up. Politicians make promises they never keep. Law is amended with more useless words so as better to dupe the common man and favour the wealthy. 90% of everything I have ever written has been pointless. Each blog could be just one sentence in length and be better understood. After all, I never came here to bitch in the first place. If it ever seemed so, then the entire effort was wasted. All I ever wanted to do was hypothesise.

So it occurs to me that journalists, politicians, lawmakers, philosophers et al are just wasting a lot of time trying to explain things too much, smear our interest or knowledge in a subject, or to win us over with jumbles of words. 90% of everything that any journalist ever wrote was utter rubbish. Whatever happened to making a succinct point? Why is law so complicated to practice? Words, words, words. Tricky phrasing. Everyone knows that to be a politician is to be a liar, so what's the point in me trying to explain that? And philosophers... every sign points the same way. Just the same idea, over and over. Words are only words. If the person using these words is not worth their salt, then they are meaningless. Sometimes we're smothered by a vast quantity of promise rather than quality. How do you trust someone's promise? Well, isn't that what life is all about... finding out? I don't like to make new year's resolutions I have no intention of sticking to because then they just become shallow wasted words. When I make one, as in, an all year round resolution, I like to keep it to myself mostly. I have made a point lately of not making promises I cannot keep. People have a tendency to hang onto words way too much. Other's have a tendency to never honour theirs with true actions. Why say you will do something you don't want to? It makes no sense.

So what is my point here? It could be a number really.

- judge not a person by their words but by their actions
- wise people never speak anything but the truth, never say anything that is unnecessary
- it could be that we let ourselves get affected by words more often than all important actions

I could go on. In fact to continue it would be an insult to your intelligence and to my character.

It could be said that it was pointless to write any of this at all. I have been thinking for a while that this blog is nearing it's end. I never really get to say what i mean to and If I thought I was wise at all, I'd just shut up, much like Thomas Aquinas. Unfortunately, so many rely on talk, text, speech, promise and gossip that it's impossible for a man to just keep quiet these days, unless he lives on a high mountain in Tibet or something.

No man is an island.

Well, no man is an uncharted island anyway.

Do we know ourselves by what we say or what we do though?

That is up to the recipient I guess. That is fortunate, right?

 Words are only words