The American Spring!

It doesn't work that way. You shouldn't expect to sit at the keys of any board and lay words to scripts that might change the world. I have always struggled to write that perfect, that selflessly. At a mid-age I'm finding that struggle still at my face. But maybe writing should go off coarse in order to find what has yet to be charted. I've always felt that words could literally enhance human understanding of the emotion conveyed by them.

In college, I took a course strictly dedicated to Dante's poetic masterpiece in the words of the Divine Comedy. The course emotionally transformed my perception and conception of hell, the thereafters and the evermores. It resonated most that it was told in unconventionalities and with uncompromised messages. I remember becoming emotionally invested from the onset of the Inferno in the first week of study. By terms-end, the epiphany I realized, if nothing else, was that harnessing of our most intense of focuses in the desires to learn. I let it in and it gave me more than words on a page. It gave the emotion and experience of one man only to those willing to receive it.

So it seemed enlightenment came in many forms in college. I sought to study Buddhism, Taoism, Hinduism, Catholicism, Christianity and many more. I invested my emotions and time in a course on Death and Dying. These courses were elective, which in my opinion at the close of 6 years were the best of all courses.

I remember quite well studying into the prime drinking hours of 1am to whenever you woke up on the floor. And that I get smacked around from time to time by the memory that almost claimed me for manslaughter for providing Vodka to an underage girl. Half a bottle in less than 30 minutes will do that to someone without an experience or reason for drinking other than to ride their rebellions to shores of no return. When she came to in the hospital I remember crying out loud as my ass was saved by the swift reactions of so many people I never knew assisted or was able to thank. I've been fortunate to say the least.

But we all live through strife and grievance, disappointment, remorse, yet we all live by hope and joy, persistence and belief. We share everything in common that is fundamentally so, yet acclimate to conditions where what is fundamentally common becomes the trigger for eradicating commonality. However, just because we are common on the more viscerl levels, doesn't mean we are not each and everyone of us, uncommon...as so poignantly required for liberty to surface.

At 37 years of age, my departure from college is now three times the measure of the entirety of my life spent improvising my way through high school. Time figuratively flies, but literally finds me at this moment older than I was when I wrote the line above this one. And so on Easter, I'm home sick, still grieving over the death of my grandfather, but no longer combating black moths in every corner of my home. When you shut off the television, rather the teleport of influence, you are reminded that you too are capable of informing and sharing more truthfully than those who entertain therein that restricting box.

I suppose amidst the scripted chaos there is an American Spring. I feel as a human being born in the territory that is now known as the United States, I have by and in my heritage just as much if not more, capacity for bringing about a realization that America has sourly and poorly and methodically-refused to address the importance of heritage, while also respecting it. Are laws not implemented to deter the roguery of men? And do laws remedy such roguery, if existent? Harder to remedy or lasso dishonesty and the unprincipled when they have turned as benefactor by their own technicians. Washington is dead.

So is Adams, Jefferson, Franklin and so on. And it is not due to their attestations, acknowledgements, swearings-to or declarations that I reference them now. For while our founders may have held slave and diminished thought in their day, they attempted to secure what they had taken from them, to the very reaches where blood must be spilt to avoid death. Every man is not born free, or even equal. All men are born by choices. Some may be born into bondage and abuse, so thank your gods everyday that yours were born into love and affection and family.

I'm not voting. I'm completely done with it all. I stood with someone as long as I could. However, as a more matured man it would be unpractical to vote for someone who isn't actually attempting to become what he set out to become. Fundamentally, it is better to withhold my vote than to support someone who suspended his desire for it. As you've said Rand, [Obama has destroyed the Democratic Party in Kentucky], yet you suspended your run to ease the ailments of the fortress to battle against the party you claim has been destroyed in Kentucky?

I'm questioning more with age, and sometimes it leads me down lonely roads. I share some things with family, harbor much more. But what I harbor I share with you all. It's to each of you your own life. Live it well. Live it without contentment. The American Spring is within all of you. Come forth and write, share, exchange and give your time if for nothing more than becoming the change you wish to see in the world. Realize that with each and every word, you just might touch by influence someone who may have been touched by anyone but you.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5hS1YWtalPY - Ghandi Movie

Peace and Love always.