Wednesday, April 15, 2026

THOUGHTS WHILE THEY LAST

 I was reading just yesterday that a man has on average 6000 thoughts a day and I thought to myself: What a small number I am sure I  beat that every day.

André Fortin (Colocs) said in one of his song I just relived 100, 000 other lives in 1 second and as a bipolar too I can UNDERSTAND that.

L'histoire du monde pis mon histoire sont mélangées
J'viens juste de r'vivre cent milles autres vies en une seconde
Toutes mes conneries pis l'ambition de l'humanité
Ça r'vient au même
Y'a pas d'coupable, y'a pas de honte


I can UNDERSTAND that and I can relate to his world.

Mind you most meditators and Buddhists and many others will tell you that if you OBSERVE these trillion thoughts you soon realize they are pointless and moot and purposeless and downright useless AND they might have a point 

  • Batty: I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time... like tears in rain... Time to die.

    because as 
    Rutger Hauer / Batty says  ALL WILL BE LOST IN TIME 

    But still they are at times entertaining while we are alive 
    All the WHYS and HOWS and WHEN and WHAT
    Why is man so utterly stupid?
    How does he manage not to see? 
    When is he gonna realize?
    and What is he never?

    NEVER: Which is more than likely the only logical extrapolation possible 

    EXTRAPOLATION is such a beautiful word rarely used and understood or even thought of in this world.

    How many words have been wasted to try to understand?
    How many speeches?
    How many writings in how many languages.

    I mean I understood at 14 that the world is a bad place a sad place a terrible place to live but as Dean Ford from Marmalade said: I DON'T WANNA DIE

    (slightly upset at the mo that duckduckgo has gone to the dark  side and the first link they give you now is as Van the Man says TRYING TO SELL YOU SOME TRIPE or SHITE as I prefer)

    Any hoot typing this one live as we speak straight on my blog as opposed to me usually typing a Word document first but with my usual Kerouac style of 
    STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS 
    WHILE I am Still Conscious.
    I mean Dead and Alzheimer's and Dementia people as a rule 
    don't write blogs.
    Mind you with billions of others writing blogs or doing podcasts or short reels the Huxleyan Noise is relentless.

    I got 28 minutes before my FLOW is interrupted as I started that just before Tea Time

    But what is there more to say that I haven't said already? that hasn't been said? 

    We do live in a very chaotic world these days and my trip to Canada may even be postponed! Time will tell.

    But on the subject of religion and gods and free will I could go on on  these forever. 
    Of course there is no answer and that might be the whole point of life :
    THERE IS NO ANSWER! 
    the best minds are far from being enough and as I mentioned many many times 
    WE ARE DEFECTIVE ENGINEERING 
    blinded by hubris and greed and trauma and suffering and there is no answer again 
    what did the Moody Blues say about that? 

    Revolution never won
    It's just another form of gun
    (so many people, so many people)
    To do again what they have done 

    • what did the Moody Blues say about that? 
      that whole song says it all Lost in a lost world 

      https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/moodyblues/lostinalostworld.html

      Anyway that 70 number is weighing on me lately thinking that the years ahead of me are so much shorter than the years behind me as I am trying to remember too the years behind me and my long long pilgrimage 
      MY PEREGRINATION and
      HOLY FUCK
      DID I EVER 
      PEREGRINATE :P 

      Anyway after I am gone and nothing but Ashes at the bottom of the Indian Ocean when all these bones and skins and fat and what not are gone in vapor and ashes when this brain is reduced to powder some of my words here might last just a little longer than me and I hope they find a reader or two

      I still find some pearls in this blog among this ton of manure that I wrote but that is what life is all about 
      finding pearls in manure until one becomes the MANURE, The fertilizer the SHIT that makes things grow and feeds other new form of lives. 

      So while this shit is still breathing I will lay some moments here which have a better chance to leave a mark than the thousands of hours I spent playing video game but then again one apparently needs a hobby :P  
      Something to do with not tending the bow all the time so it is still useful  when you want to use it

      Speaking of using it or losing it I am not much different than the rest of us as the zeitgeist in turning us all into mush 
      we will become the marmalade soon
      Back soon I hope