Darkness by Candle Light; Part Two Page 2
By ADGere
She did that in a way to help me grow, and as bright and as dark as the glow inside
of me, not the bling-bling that shines or reflects from other material things made me
realize how important and insignificant I actually am. But even when I first started
publishing my work, I used to marvel and question why people would only take out
certain aspects of my entire body of work, and comment on one or two things,
instead of the entire project I was projecting. Then it hit me, I should be grateful and
thankful for people even reading my stuff. I should be thankful they took anything
when they could have felt I had given them nothing. I started to realize that maybe
that is all they wanted or needed to see. Maybe that is all they could handle, relate to,
and see within themselves and my work in a limited space. I started to let go of my
reasoning and kept going with my purpose. Even now as I write in the dark by candle
light, I am finding more and more with less and less effort. It’s like I am not thinking
or reacting, but doing and exploring while never wanting to want for anything more.
Now yes, the saying, “different strokes for different folks” is very true, but what if they
are stoking the same strokes at different times in the same place going to the same
location for different reasons? I mean let’s take it a bit further, like how they or many
say, ‘Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus’. What does that really mean
anyway, because even if that is so, we all are in the same galaxy and universe, aren’t
we? So what if I am black, you white, Asian or whatever, we all live in the same
place, theoretically. I will go further and say that there is a little bit of Venus on Mars,
and a bit of Mars on Venus if you break things down. That’s what makes the world
what it is to me, everything is made up of something else, and everything feeds off of
the lack of something to make nothing anything you want it to be, if you want it to. I
mean I have always wondered is it possible to make waves in the water of life by
going with the flow? Can you be something different by doing the same thing as
what already has been done? Can a person standout by sitting in with the crowd,
and how can you love if you have never hated anything? How can you know unless
you don’t and find out that you didn’t when you did? These are the questions that
circle my mind when I think about writing. The selections I chose to present that can
never been seen. That’s when reflecting on my earlier theories became a two way
conversation with myself. I was having a conversation without saying a word, and
then switched to the internet and how people are using it in ways that rival a global
size mutiny. I commented once before about the internet that I think it brings us as
people a bit closer together, and also how it has somewhat replaced personal
interactions that hones a persons social skills. In so many ways unlike
communicating face to face, when using or surfing within the web like insects, you
are almost forced to only see one way of thinking and isolating your thoughts and
ideas as if you differed from the majority. But now with the web, you can now find your
way with other like-minded people, and weed out the obstacles or stereotypes to find
your comfort, but also lose the experience in interacting and over coming the will to
prove or imagine. How before the web, you were limited in a way, and had to be
labeled as mis-understood by the majority, and settled on things within your region,
your state, county or town. Now, you have the ability to explore to find that hidden
treasure that is now available to be seen by the traveler seeking the same difference,
and feel some sort of gratification in discovering this treasure in a microwavable
way. I also think it can be dangerous, but not as dangerous as the telephone. You
see even though you can be focused on the situation once you find it, your attention
can be veered off by not being in front of the person. It seems as though the term
multi-tasking has taken on a whole new meaning now-a-days, and maybe that is
where the quality has gone and where quantity has ended up. I remember life before
call waiting, facsimiles, cell phones or pagers. Where you couldn’t instant
messenger a person and romance was alive because the mere thought of
anticipating a letter through the mail or meeting of the minds was the best
aphrodisiac on the planet and beyond. I often refer to the internet as a human
microwave, or web to get caught up by spiders. A way to instantly communicate for
many reasons for many more ways, as I am now using it to write a theory called,
darkness by candlelight.
By ADGere
She did that in a way to help me grow, and as bright and as dark as the glow inside
of me, not the bling-bling that shines or reflects from other material things made me
realize how important and insignificant I actually am. But even when I first started
publishing my work, I used to marvel and question why people would only take out
certain aspects of my entire body of work, and comment on one or two things,
instead of the entire project I was projecting. Then it hit me, I should be grateful and
thankful for people even reading my stuff. I should be thankful they took anything
when they could have felt I had given them nothing. I started to realize that maybe
that is all they wanted or needed to see. Maybe that is all they could handle, relate to,
and see within themselves and my work in a limited space. I started to let go of my
reasoning and kept going with my purpose. Even now as I write in the dark by candle
light, I am finding more and more with less and less effort. It’s like I am not thinking
or reacting, but doing and exploring while never wanting to want for anything more.
Now yes, the saying, “different strokes for different folks” is very true, but what if they
are stoking the same strokes at different times in the same place going to the same
location for different reasons? I mean let’s take it a bit further, like how they or many
say, ‘Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus’. What does that really mean
anyway, because even if that is so, we all are in the same galaxy and universe, aren’t
we? So what if I am black, you white, Asian or whatever, we all live in the same
place, theoretically. I will go further and say that there is a little bit of Venus on Mars,
and a bit of Mars on Venus if you break things down. That’s what makes the world
what it is to me, everything is made up of something else, and everything feeds off of
the lack of something to make nothing anything you want it to be, if you want it to. I
mean I have always wondered is it possible to make waves in the water of life by
going with the flow? Can you be something different by doing the same thing as
what already has been done? Can a person standout by sitting in with the crowd,
and how can you love if you have never hated anything? How can you know unless
you don’t and find out that you didn’t when you did? These are the questions that
circle my mind when I think about writing. The selections I chose to present that can
never been seen. That’s when reflecting on my earlier theories became a two way
conversation with myself. I was having a conversation without saying a word, and
then switched to the internet and how people are using it in ways that rival a global
size mutiny. I commented once before about the internet that I think it brings us as
people a bit closer together, and also how it has somewhat replaced personal
interactions that hones a persons social skills. In so many ways unlike
communicating face to face, when using or surfing within the web like insects, you
are almost forced to only see one way of thinking and isolating your thoughts and
ideas as if you differed from the majority. But now with the web, you can now find your
way with other like-minded people, and weed out the obstacles or stereotypes to find
your comfort, but also lose the experience in interacting and over coming the will to
prove or imagine. How before the web, you were limited in a way, and had to be
labeled as mis-understood by the majority, and settled on things within your region,
your state, county or town. Now, you have the ability to explore to find that hidden
treasure that is now available to be seen by the traveler seeking the same difference,
and feel some sort of gratification in discovering this treasure in a microwavable
way. I also think it can be dangerous, but not as dangerous as the telephone. You
see even though you can be focused on the situation once you find it, your attention
can be veered off by not being in front of the person. It seems as though the term
multi-tasking has taken on a whole new meaning now-a-days, and maybe that is
where the quality has gone and where quantity has ended up. I remember life before
call waiting, facsimiles, cell phones or pagers. Where you couldn’t instant
messenger a person and romance was alive because the mere thought of
anticipating a letter through the mail or meeting of the minds was the best
aphrodisiac on the planet and beyond. I often refer to the internet as a human
microwave, or web to get caught up by spiders. A way to instantly communicate for
many reasons for many more ways, as I am now using it to write a theory called,
darkness by candlelight.
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