Taken (from my other blog)

Taken

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Millions of hand written pages I thought I tossed away, have never left my brain. But, I'll tell you what I don't have, thousands of physical items I once had possession of, shoes, clothes, furniture, gifts from loved ones; time to kill, invitations to be, now all gone; vases, chairs, a bed I so deeply cherished and tried to hold on to, gone. Of spatulas and DVD's, cameras and honey bees, nothing remains the same. There is nothing more constant than change.

My mind covers about two hundred kilometers a minute of all things past and I can't slow it down except to stop my whole body and breathe. It's so tiring, I have to be alone because people bother me. They say things they do not mean and do things without thinking of how it will effect anyone else. The self preservation is understandable, so I just try to preserve myself without them because I would probably be dead if I let them have control.

I once investigated a homocide scene where four people lay dead from gunshot wounds and it turned out that they were taken for a measley amount of two hundred dollars. That's fifty dollars a piece for each of those lives. All the worth they might have tried to be, all the tangible or pysical value they might have tried to produce was leveled down to fifty dollars by someone with revenge eating away at his brain and methamphetamines, a lethal mixture. One of the thousands of combinations that bring about death. Think about the millions whom have died over some pocket cash, maybe even less than fifty dollars, sometimes even seventy five cents, a piece of candy, a pair of tennis shoes, a jacket or a hat. Is your life, is anybodies worth only that?

To all the parents and grandparents, sisters and brothers, doctors and lawyers that wish they could help fight off these destructive addictions, don't suggest the lame solution of God or the lame solution of therapy and by all means don't give them any reason to take your money or steal your items of proposed value, just resign to get rid of it all and say "I advocate a Resouce Based Economy model for society", because that is the only way to fix the situation. If you have nothing of value that you can call yours, there is nothing to sell, nothing to steal. Often, the only thing that protects your possessions from being taken is to kill those who are trying to take it from you, and is that really what you want to do? You may not know it, even just a few minutes before it happens, but if it ever comes to that, your behavior may shock you.

And the moment that you pull that trigger or poison that tea or set off that backpack bomb or load that machine gun or man that tank, you've done it, you have resorted to the lowest of morality, by meaning to take a life for a physical possession that isn't even yours, and will never be yours, because all things physical cannot transcend with you at the end of your life. You don't even have the capacity to take along with you your physical body, Your face, your hair, your eyes, your limbs, all the millions of thoughts hidden in your brain, it all stays to decompose. So what have you done? You have killed someone to save an item that is of the earth only as you might be taken to the heavens, or wherever the hell you go.

I don't profess to know God or even try to understand it. It's not mine to completely understand, I cannot capture the universe as it is or has been because I am a small part and I will change and before I can even see the thing, it is one way and as my eyes might arrange a viewing, it has absolutely changed.