Freedom of Choice

Nothing gives absolute freedom. Materialism sustains us in the state of desire and choice. It would be ridiculous to deny materialism, for matter supports the whole universe and is the only truth a man may successfully defend. The metaphysical is a delusion of the dreamer; heaven and hell are retreats away from the infinite. Although choice provides us with power, that power is ultimately limited. Choice is not so much a freedom as so much a claim to matter. One can decide to buy in or sell out, conform or rebel, to exist or cease –however, there is no escaping the necessity to matter. I might believe that choice is a drug, a manner in which we can accept the infinite and believe our decisions weigh in on the outcome of the universe. As if the sun cares whether earth spins or burns. To provide an immediate example, one all aerobic life can appreciate; I give you the necessity to breathe. We are dependent on the lucid matter of our atmosphere. To believe we can escape this world and travel away into space is preposterous as we would require an infinite air supply to do so. This innate dependence creates human capabilities, or at least defines our potential. When we have nothing, tied down by nothing we are ultimately free. At this point, we become infinite. So perhaps we cannot attain complete freedom, complete infinity, but who says we cannot try? We can do this by denying those redundant decisions, like buying into a fad or complying with cultural demands that fail to improve society.

Stature of Man defined by Class:

Society is organized into a triangular prism: the masses supporting the cohort, the cohort supporting the ideals, the ideals supporting the faith. Perhaps I’ve taken this concept too far into the metaphysical, but I do believe in this system so I shall essay my belief. In all civilizations, from the ants to the Aztecs, there are the peasants [Masses], those that defend [Cohort], and finally those that provide the purpose [Head of State]. It has also been a common human device to include an additional chaste, those that philosophize [Ideals]. These men are above the workers, for they elicit the dreams that all common man encompass; yet, they fall short before those that defend for a dream can only exist within a world where it is allowed to develop and grow –it is this world which soldiers defend. The Head of State admires these men, the thinkers and the defenders. It would even be acceptable to state that the most righteous Head of State is one who thinks and defends. Now as I’ve mentioned, this system of society is build with one group supporting the one above it. This being so, the Head of State cannot exist without the masses, though it is feasible that the masses can exist without ruler. If this is so, then what purpose does Head of State serve? -To unite and inspire greatness. Ramses built the pyramids, Caesar constructed the forum and Napoleon inspired the Arc du Triumphe: all these are monuments to greatness. Not only to the Head of States that built them, but also to the masses that supported them.
All in all, a man of esteem and wealth may fault and blame destiny. He may purposely err & claim validation in the name of the human progress –at success a God is born, at failure a tragic hero lived.
On the other hand, a peasant it limited to the success of birthright. He may err, but there is no heaven awaiting him. He may even accomplish great things, but this is no promise to immortality. A great man he may become, yet forever he will remain but a child of God.

Of a Man with Place on Earth, a tiny spot in Space:

Can you ever claim your freedom, ever truly own domain? If I could afford it, I would buy out the heavens and live in between Venus and Mars. I would fence in a range to herd asteroids, allowing them to graze on the Milky Way. My garden would grow in the fringes beyond Neptune. If I could live forever, I’d bottle air and fly a rocket into space. Journey out to the closest nebula and sit to enjoy the show. With enough time on my hands perhaps I’d retrace Magellan’s steps, except on a grander scale throughout the universe instead. Throughout my travels, I would collect souvenirs from every quadrant. Not for scientific study, but rather for whom ever held my heart's desire. However, if she had left before I returned, I’d return them all so that no one could have them. I’d own a little cottage here on earth of course, hidden within the Galapagos. Room with a turtle, and write the greatest oceanic tale ever known. My inspiration would be a ride upon a whale’s behind, journeying to the depths unknown except by sonar. Who never dreamed of silly fantasy? We all do. The real divider between men is realization, who will actually achieve. Now these dreams of mine are too far-fetched, more realistically I long to find a glimpse of truth hidden beneath a crust of imagination. To have a place to call my own; a shanty out in Fiji or a castle in Constantinople both hold a certain charm. It’s not deciding whether to be a peasant or a prince, the question is would I rather be free or enslaved.

A Summary of War

One nation’s greed seeks to exploit another’s weakness
Resources are stolen and innocence is lost
The strong do what they can
The weak suffer what they must
Drastic actions lead to drastic revolution.
Such is the song written of love

The Ignorant in Bliss

I might have been a dropout in love with a girl named margarita
Thinking no world existed outside Mexican mountain ranges
Without you ever passing through my sight
Or ever holding you close for a night
I could have been happy then

I might have never found my way to the Great Lakes Lowland
An excursion planned out so finely by Fate
To end up living so close
Allowing our roads to converge

We may have gone through other courses
With our destinies never crossing
I could have been happy then