What I think sometimes...

What I think sometimes:

• This belligerant focus and insights on the fights of Apple Vs Microsoft, Apple & AT&T Vs Google, Microsoft Vs Google Vs Yahoo or, Microsoft & Yahoo Vs Google etc. by media and bloggers alike are just nothing but tabloid magazines types of articles for technology. Can we hear about something actually meaty and substantial, world?

• As dirty as politics is, why should it be dirty like this? Will the synonymity between dirty and politics ever disappear?

• Is the world economy circular? The supposed wisdom is the world economy started with Agriculture and went on to Industry to Service and that's the top of the pyramid. My proposed "fooldom" is it's circular with a never ending loop. I call it "fooldom" for the specific reason that it is not based on any facts or evidence except on my own whim unlike Evolution (please don't call it Darwinism, please don't).

• Recycle Recycle Recycle

A drop in the ocean...

A drop in the ocean might be the ultimate. Perhaps not an inevitability but something which needs to be strived. Just like a seed grows, turns into a fruit, gets ripe and falls off with the swiftest of the breeze, perhaps maturity of the complete kind will wither off and fall with the swiftest of a push.

A drop in the ocean could just be an illusion. It could be just an illusion of rationality. Something spirituals being invented to get a meaning out of this desert.

A drop in the ocean is the melting of the ocean into the drop too. A passive process at best, again an illusion at worst, especially for the concerned being.

If it is the ultimate, the middle way is the most effective. You become desireless. Your motives purify. Your intentions become white as the whitest sand. As with the ripe fruit, you mature, a process which is usually guided with your will, instinct and good intentions and actions etc. Then with realization, perhaps not even a gentle push is needed before you plunge into the ocean, the nothingness or the everythingness, the sunyata. The feeling perhaps could be confusing at best. You feel the ocean nearing you like she is the one who is moving. Terror and dryness might take over for untrained pathways in the person and slowly, transcendence takes place. Another moment and realization before you plunge into her or to you, the ocean plunges in you, taking you and swirling you around. Then peace.

An illusion brings despair and vanity back. Things to be strived for are there and also not there. For everything turns into an illusion again. Bonds, sweetness, bitterness. Like starlight which will fade after the coolness of the night becomes heavy and the starlight evaporates. The ship takes you away, far away, from the memories of the people who care if you live or die. It will bring you back or maybe it won't. Is it the same in the end? It doesn't matter in this case. And it will never.

Real and Substantial Versus Fake and Hollow

Some things are just real while some things are simply fake and hollow. Both of these are experiences perceived to be real by the mind probably although I am not completely sure about that.
So to start it off:

1) At my number one is the real world versus the TV world.

Real world: When you can hear your neighbour quarreling with his wife over whose turn it is to do the dishes. And you get irritated so much so that you have to get a temporary restraining order against that neighbour because you feel threatened.

Virtual and TV world: When you watch a funny TV show where the main character say Raymond and his wife are arguing over whose turn it is to do the dishes. And you laugh so much that you fart, thereby irritating all the people who are in the room with you.

2) At number two is practicing the beauty of life versus just understanding the beauty of life.

Practicing philosophy: On a bus when you see a smile from the opposite sex, you smile back, turn off your mp3 player or close your book and begin a spontaneous conversation that might change your life.

Just understanding the beauty of life: On a bus, the book is read or the music is listened to with the most pleasure,which you have experienced countless times. You don't care/know what is happening around you most of the times. All you care about is knowledge, this life which you can analyze with the most precision. This regurgitated knowledge which is supposedly the backbone of society smiles back at you and you smile back. Of course, it doesn't matter that all you have done is become great at analyzing this mecca of human wisdom while there's not a shred of it that you have come close to in experience.