Truth

"Your theories are the worst kind of popular tripe, your methods are sloppy, and your conclusions are highly questionable..."
~ Dean Yeager in a scene from Ghostbusters

Prompt 14.

With a little bit of free time and silence to wrap myself in, I find that just about anything can be done with what I have inside of my head. If a light is shining through the window, I can imagine what source it derives from, what kind of world is waiting beyond said window, or I can imagine that light as a harmful substance, slinking in to raze my home, reducing my life to cinders. In a flash, the tiny flecks of dust caught in said light can become marauding spacecraft, dogfighting in a world that can only be seen when the light hits it just right. Indeed, writing is a little like being a god, and as such, a great responsibility is placed in the hands, mind and heart of whoever is constructing and destroying these written worlds. 

There is a peace of mind and a centering of being whenever I hear the musical chatter of the keys and watch the black letters slowly conquer the white of the page. There is war taking place, although the blank space in between what is within and what is offered leaves little room for resistance. Indeed, the space where thoughts are committed is  pliable and weak. 

Unfortunately, these minor victories are short-lived, as the urge to conquer is ever present. It is an insatiable, unrelenting force; one which has pushed even the most strong of will into madness and indulgence. 

I am a conquistador. I am a Spaniard. 

Prompt 15

The truth is too powerful for any one man to hold. I feel that given any set of circumstances, that anyone tasked with producing any sort of "truth," would choose to embellish. And probably with good reason. See, no one really wants the truth. "Aunt Cindy" doesn't want to be told that she looks like a 7th Street Hooker in her outfit that she's wearing to whatever function that happens to be taking place. "Uncle Charles" doesn't want to be told that he's being laid off because someone younger, more attractive and better for the company image is taking his place. The society that we live in has produced a need for the lie as a basic civil truth, so we understand and operate as such. That is simply what we do. That being said, if I were to possess some sort of a mysterious concoction that forced the user into absolute truth, I'd destroy not only the solution, but whoever was responsible for it's creation. After all, the fiction of Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny...all of these lies must be maintained. Your mother has to to rest assured that she is not "fat," and dad has to truly believe that he's a "functioning alcoholic." The government leaders can't come to a press release and tell us that we mean nothing but a paycheck, that what they want isn't to fix anything but their own comfortable position in the world. Your son's teacher can't say to you that she only teaches because she's not qualified to do anything else...She has to care about education and children, right?

The truth would destroy the way society works, and I simply can't have that. 

Prompt 16

The notion that we have "something to say," is something that I think almost everyone in America has in common. While some of us believe this to be fact more than others do, I honestly believe that at some point in time, everyone thinks that the ideas, thoughts or questions that they have deserve some sort of social attention. After all, look at what happens whenever you point a camera at someone. 

As for me, I believe that almost everything that I choose to document is in some way noteworthy. If I'm going to submit something for scrutiny of any type, then it has to have some personal relevance to me, even if I just think that someone out there will understand and identify with whatever inane ramblings that I produce. I think that understanding and kinship is paramount to good mental health and as such, I will chatter on about whatever happens to be relevant to me, at great length, be it relevant to the continuity of  my species or not.