my perspective....

I feel the Iraq war was a tragedy. I feel it should never have been. Although I did not support the war but if things had gone bad and I had been called upon I would have lived up to my oath to serve Queen and Country even if it meant fighting with sticks, stones and barefooted. Which happens to be the reason why I am this upset and disillusioned about events that lead up to it.

Its all been laid bare now and we have seen that it should not have been, why it was no one seems to be asking that vital question. What was the Agenda behind the war. Everyone still wants to know. Tony Blair, Jack Straw, Lord Goldsmith......these people are Lords among men, they have proven their worth and have helped carved the path upon which many of us live our lives. I would always regard them in awe and with a great amount of respect. However, gnawing away in my heart is that question....WHY?

It was not WMD, it was not fear of an attack, Iraqis were not in any imminent Danger from Saddam...We all knew this and yet there seemed to have been a push for an invasion. What and where was the origin of that. No one seems to be concerned about the why.

The Iraq inquiry I think is just a diversion, a kind of stamp to Legalize the war. I think it is just a ploy to evenly spread the blame and make the world see that everyone involved got a smack on the wrist. This however does not fill the void left by the answer we are yet to receive.

I feel sorry this whole incident ever happened and hope we can put it behind us as soon as possible. I hope this Iraq inquiry does that.

my people my race....

Having a well defined perspective of life does give you an advantage over your peers. This statement could be viewed by many as lewd and off the mark but in actual fact it does hold.

These days everyone sees things from the perspective of the press. We are too busy to reason; we are too busy earning a living or cavorting in the slime pits of immorality and cultivating corruption. We have donated our sense of reason to this abominable charity of foul journalism. Men who make a living by building and the destroying lives in the eyes of the public. These are people who have got no creed. They have no faith and to a large extent no lives of their own.

So they write and tell us what to think. They write and tell us what not to think and then they write and tell us not to think at all. As silently as the night creeps upon the dusk the human thinking faculty is gradually grinding to a halt. From our first steps on the moon we have gently reversed slowly heading towards an apocalypse of nothingness. A bog of mindless degenerate matter waiting to be flushed from existence.

A continuum we have become, with hate and malice at one end to righteousness and charity at the other. You cannot see where one starts nor ends. The human race as it stands seems to be one entity convulsing in epileptic fits of greed, madness and downright barbarism.

We have failed to nurture our young. We have failed to take care of our needy; we have failed to sustain even our planet that bears us so tenderly. Forgetting the all too obvious fact that we, would only be as advanced as the least of us. We would only progress as far as the weakest amongst us progresses.

Mankind convulses and with each heart wrenching painfully deep throated spasm it quashes the individual, gently moulding itself into one mindless entity.

From our cruelty to animals, the earth and atmosphere, we have now eventually turned on ourselves. All as one we have become a race hostile to itself. Mankind is slowly but surely imploding.

Not all is lost however. Not all is lost.

Knowledge of existence

A story will be one only if it were told

A song will have a tune only if it is sung

The boundaries of the universe will only be where your mind puts it

 ...The Universe in all its majesty and far reaching realms of space, matter and time will only exist if you could tell it to me.

Views and Perspectives..

If there are alternate Future(s) it also means these Future(s) stemmed up from one Past which itself stemmed up from alternate Future(s) in the Past before that Past.

I do believe that at any point in time there are an infinite number of Future(s) and at any particular Instant all other Instance(s) of that same Instant are voided due to the occurrence (possibility) of that Instant becoming one i.e. becoming a certainty.

What happens if an Instant became partial? In other words it does not fully occur. In other words its possibility becomes a fraction. If it partially occurs, will alternate Instance(s) come into play in this situation?

I have been uncomfortable using the word “Possibility” after the occurrence of an instant because when an event occurs it is no longer a possibility it is now a certainty..

Streets of Life

It is amazing living in this city of existence. Moving around the city sometimes can be as predictable as it can be accidental. Having lived in this city for more than two decades I have walked on many of its streets, dark Alleyways and Posh trendy districts.

One thing I have found constant on all the streets I have walked on is the two distinctive group of people you come across. Inhabitants and Passer bys. The Inhabitants you would notice have a certain nonchalant view about the existence of any other street and the passer bys always seemed lost or in a hurry.

Now this is my story......

Coming home one evening a bit early in the evening actually

I decided to do some exploring and so just before my street I turned left down an avenue. It was really beautiful. Had nice oak trees and beautifully whitewashed houses. They all looked alike. My brother would have called them "copy and paste" houses. The strange thing about this street was that I did not come across any person. It seemed dead to life. So I hurried along and just before the end of the street I took a right turn and found myself on Pride lane, it lead straight onto Isolation Drive and ended in Self Righteous Close all forming one big Cul-de-sac people called Vanity. I noticed that though the houses there were terribly expensive and often big and ugly, these streets boasted a very huge population. People who could barely afford to eat wanted houses there.

Well, I went on taking a tiny footpath called Remorse Green and onto a tiny quiet street with beautiful houses. I was so awestruck by the angelic aura that besieged those small houses that I almost forgot to see what the street was called but just before I turned off the street there it was on a tiny signpost it was called Charity Crescent.

Heading off from Charity Crescent and turning into a side street, I almost swooned from the stench that hit me. It was potent enough to make one choke. I could almost perceive fumes belching out of those surprisingly elegant Victorian styled houses complete with driveways and barns, beautifully carved chimneys and elegant Doors made of finest oak. Walking down this street I soon forgot all about the stench and my mouth was open, I drooled at the sight of such show of affluence and unimaginable wealth. Getting to the top of the street, there it was all carved up out of Black rock and written in gold was it's name Corruption Boulevard. Stumbling into Wannabe Highway a reverse but no less sickening nauseous feeling hit me from the sudden burst of fresh air. Wannabe Crescent was bursting with Passer bys all headed towards Corruption Boulevard looking to buy a property no doubt regardless of the pollution.

Continuing my journey, I went pass Failure Close, I even went pass the famous Doors of Opportunity all shut and solemn looking, you would think they wouldn't open to the blast of a canon.

There was Dedication Street, Long-suffering Street, Melancholy Bye-pass, and Friendship Highway upon which I saw some horrific accidents. Taking a footbridge called Self-Motivation I came down on the other side of Friendship Highway and there was Marital Street. What use to be a one Way Street now had as much traffic going out as was coming in. So Morality Close which it led into was virtually empty except for a few elderly couples. There was a tinge of sadness in the air there it almost put a lump in my throat.

Well whatever lump was forming vanished because leading out of Morality Close was an Alleyway called Violence. I was lucky to have escaped with my life. Busting out of Violence Avenue I found myself staring at an 8 foot seemingly endless fence with barbed wires on top.  I almost cried with anguish because I knew it meant finding a way to scale or crawl over that fence or getting horribly murdered back at Violence Alleyway.

I sat on the floor for a bit and did realise why people who find themselves living in Violence Alleyway never seem to be able to leave. Well I was not going back there. I walked a few paces back constantly peering over my shoulder into that dark alleyway. When I thought I had gone far enough I ran towards the wall with my shirt and singlet wrapped around both my hands I just managed to catch the top of the wall. Pulling myself up with all the strength I could muster. Getting to the top I gingerly stepped over the barb wire. My left trouser got caught in it and I was stuck. I did not fancy jumping 8 feet to the ground but I had to resulting in my trouser being ripped almost in half and sustaining a very deep wound above my ankle.

I landed in a basketball court called the Courts of Mediocrity. Considering the fact that it was almost nightfall and there were no houses in sight, there were lots of people hanging around. It had a huge population. Well putting my shirt back on, I began my long trek back home limping and wincing in pain. Past Success Street onto Cheerful Bypass after which I came to Excellence Junction. Got onto a side-street called  Religion and then Faith Avenue after which was Joy Walkway and just in the distance the slightly bent road lamp on my street.

Later that night having tended to my sore leg and already dozing off to sleep I thought of all the streets I had been to that day and with a sigh of apprehension I rolled over and fell into an awkward slumber knowing full well that my days on Complacency Road were at an end.