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Fantasy As A Form Of Study

I'm a writer. But I'm also just your friendly neighborhood american(lol, I'm the first!) that just happens to loves science, politics, classical arts, (etc.) Like it was Funking accident :-/
With that said, I got bust in the brain (in a very good way) by a drive-by idea that came at me whilst I was reading an article about manufacturing rain in the atmosphere.
And in the myriad hellishness of dull specifics and devilish details, I finally caught up to the culprit, forcing her to hit me one more time! That I may witness a marvelously long period of traumatic molestational fervor whilst hypnotically making a quick example with my pen(while the magic still lived) and making sense of this wonderful idea that had visited me.

Science is fun. But lets be honest, the maintenance behind the beautiful stage preformance makes it die an early death in most heads and some tails.
But I believe I've just found a way to take the FUN out of the Funeral Precession and revive a person's drive to learn most epistemologies.

What if we invoked the power of metaphor to craft stories out of our educational operations?

Imagine giving your D&D-loving grandma or WoW-hearting Grandpa a fantasy novel thats actually a windows 7 64-bit manual in disguise!!!

Does THIS not move you?!!
By Zeus! By Gonerrel! Resign your humanity-license before you walk out the door if it does not!

Who has the time or concentration to study things like cosmic influences on the biosphere's atmospheric changes? The long winded Question itself probably pissed-and-grits half my supportive readers away--
"Atmosphero-whaa'-- Nah, fuck this homes..." *disappears*

But when you think about it, this idea is a melodious tune of metaphor. Transforming studies into tales? Was that not what the ancients did to make sense of our universe?
Arachne and the creation of spiders.
The picking of Prometheus' liver in regards to the liver having regenerative qualities(I'm surprised the ancients knew that one).
Prometheus giving the fire of knowledge to man to state the uniqueness of Man's role in the universe a part from the beast and affinity to godly elements.

Be careful!!
The Devil wheres Manga!

Why don't we create fantastical tales that explain science (etc.) anymore?

It reminds me about a statistics textbook disgusted as a colorful manga I once came across. A total, paradoxical bitch slap across the face twas!
That is why i was so excited about this.
The first, quick, fledgling attempt at studies-fantasy:

The child had some heart, not the mushy kind of shit, but that stern, strong dedication leaders had within their chest. At age 16, I was dickin' around with my radio all day, not thinking about the future of mankind as an evolutionary step to the development of the entire universe. The boy's determination gave me confidence.
The desert rover wasn't meant for speed, it was clunky, bumpy, and created a dust storm that perpetually almost caught into my eyes.


"The green laser's been clocked Doc," said Stebsen.
A number of techniques have long existed to control rain by seeding the atmosphere with small particles of compounds for water vapor to gather 'round.


The damned Fools. They always laughed at me, snarled and belittled my proofs of a developing Universe, of a universe craving for higher creative developement, a universe waiting countless millennia for human intervention. Those heat-death snobs! Entropic Numbskulls!


You damned fools, who tried to shut me up.
"Doc, the red laser's beginning to stream..."
Damned fools! Silencing God's command for a creative mankind, I should not care about dying if it entails me being the modern prometheus, or modern Galileo!
"Doc!"
"Yes boy?"
"Did you hear me?!"
"O! Yes... Put your mask on boy, this'll smell like minty fresh grits grinding your nostrils!"


I halted the vehicle, it was far enough! Far enough for us to do the experiment and video record it too. Far enough from being interrupted by the deans of the facility.  
The boy got his video-cam prepared. I wasn't too familiar with that youtube toy, but I know it was a doozy for getting videos out on the fly. All my true colleagues, who's careers had been limited or silenced all together, used it as a means to keep science from falling off the cliff by a slight pinky finger. They chose to break away from the establishment, while the coward within me stuck to his career for 20 years at the death of real, scientific imagination.


It was time to repent.
i got the boy to help my old farty butt with the titanium-clad chest, "get back now," I told Stepsen.
Poof! 


From the chest we released a massive concentration of alcohol vapor. It wasn't necessary for the weather experiment, but I wanted to show the boy how to view cosmic rays with his naked eye. The real experiment would not only create a rain cloud in the sky, but would allow us to see the cosmic rays bombarding our earth and lives everyday.
The fools.


"Doc, you keep saying fools, who're the fools?"
"They're all fools dammit. The lot of them. All damned fools!"
The green spread laser was still going, and the infrered laser was about to ignite into the sky.
"Lee just texted me Doc. They coming for us," Stebsen said, "what's gonna happen to us?"


"What'll happen to me? I've been at this for 40years. After this demonstration is through, I'll make sure you'll have a 40yrs to fight them damned fools! With your versed knowledge of this digital age, I have no doubt that you'll revive the most important arc of science: The implication of man as an active force in the universe, the developement of man's immortal creative embeddedness within this planet, with this galaxy, within in this universe."
An intense red laser pillared into the sky--
"The camera, the camera boy!"
"It's set up!"
I eased, "good, it started sooner then I expected. God be merciful."


Earlier in the morn, I released massive amounts of dry ice vapor to settle in the atmosphere. It wasn't needed, but I wanted to instigate the heavens nevertheless. The introduction of the infered would instigate the nitric acid in the air to attract the water vapor like a crazed fandom ring of young teenegars after some hot-pants celebrity. And rain would form.
The droplets started to form.


"Get that on video Dr. Stebsen, and show the world what man is responsible for doing."
More droplets started to form, until it started to lightly pour.
"The damned fools. They knew I was right. But they wanted to keep people mindless and beastial. A victim of circumstances instead of responsibility," I saw the boy aiming his camera at me, I went up to it and snatched it, "Do you see this world?" Pointed I to the increasing rainflow coming down, "and this is only an inkling of powerful discoveries they've hidden from you for 50years. The damned fools! They could only slow man's progression, not stop it, those damned mortal fo--"
The cloud dust afar were suddenly larger then I first saw them to be. They were homing in.


I shoved the camera into his hand, still in record mode, "alright Dr. Stebsen. What I've done, I've programed the rover to drive a specific direction. You hop on the rover, and when you see a huge boulder with a tall, wooden cross sign with a red cloth waving on its tip, you jump from the rover. Ahead from this checkpoint, you will follow this compass--" I gave him a compass, "it is magnatised specifically to lead to my underground lab, it is not far away a walk."
"And you...?"
"40years Dr. Stebson. 40years. Go you, or else I'll know you a boy forever!"


Before he did so, he took out the memory card and replaced it with another one, "I won't need this," he also replaced the battery with a broken one. Smart boy. I slapped his butt out of my way.


Without second thought, he drove away with immediate discipline. 
I stood there, afraid, but no longer "afraid." my soul was tried, and it passed the trial. When you put your identity into something that goes beyond your imemdiate life or pleasure or pain or career, you're capable of doing things and discovering things not otherwise attainable. I would not see the society of immortal ideas ruling the nations of this planet and subsequent other bodies, but with young ones like Stebsen, I can at least know what the future will already be like.

The sand rovers pulled in while some continued after Stebsen.


The director's son stepped out of one, applauding at my preformance, "You fucked up dr. Dumbass, you really fucked up." 
I laughed and bowed. 


That young bastard was always funny in whatever he said, even when he made fun of me. Hated it, but this time, it was a bittersweet welcome.
Yea, I fucked up.
But I fucked up For science!

I'm glad you made it through.
Since this entry, I've written other entries, more fantastical, more to my poppy, urbany, cartoony flavor. Magic and divinities included, and I'd love to have you all dip your opinions and interest into this newly found fountain of fantasy.
Well, more fruitful defecation spills out of my mind. Mmmm, Pina colada flavored.
See ya laterz.

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Earthquakes and Hurricanes, Man's Moral Mistake?

If hurricanes are assisted by galactic processes and created by tropical influences, can it still be man's fault?
Yes. Yes it can.
No, not because we're overpopulated.
No, not because we rely too much on Technology.
Rather, we rely too little on technology.
And I don't consider the doodads and gadgets of iPods and iPads serious technology. One serious technology that we're slicing down like a comic book villain is NASA-- we just shut the shuttle program. And by "we" I mean we've allowed this president to wipe it away for "fiscal responsibility."


Let's take Africa for example.
"Africa? Maaan I gotta help ME first, don't talk to me about no africa."
Now, today the modern attitude is "Me first, me now..."
And by "modern" I tend to mean old and middle-aged persons below the WWII generation belt and desititute youth who either adopted an existential outlook on life, listens to rap for emotional comfort or, as is mostly the case, both.
It's an attitude that is going to physically kill us. Because not only do you lower yourself to a darwinian mindset, but by doing so you actually lose the name of human survival itself.
Because most of the hurricanes waltzing onto the atlantic side of civilization come from the tropical conditions of Africa.

Bring up thy divine fist Friend Eros...
My, my! You have such soft skin!

Like an epic final battle between 2 gods, the dry hot conditions of the Sahara dessert (Mmmmmmm...) clashes with the cooler equatorial region of africa. The Green parts of africa are cool, while the brown messes up top the continent make for a dry, sweltering piece of -bleep- for man to live in.


These 2 atmospheric conditions clash! Tis a continental war who's violence conjures up a powerful wind stream that spirits onto the atlantic with sinister glee and, with its own devious plot of criminality, summons up dry easterly waves upon the ocean, only to collide with extreme wet monsoon westerly waves from the south.

What does this collision do? Something BIG forms...

If you wanna see a level 52 thunderstorm spell, then let me tell you...
You are way too enamored with World of Warcraft to be considering the possibility of controlling weather and should seriously consider an alternative direction in life.
But anyway, west african Squall lines are created by the collision.

Meet lvl 52 Chain-of-Thunderstorms.
Some time it'll be Politically correct 
to simply call her "Irene" or "Katia."

These are long chains of thunder storms many-hundred miles long fit for any Derange Deity's Final Attack (or, at the least, a psychopathic environmental scientist dying command) that inevtiably hits the Atlantic.
This mythological fight is thought to be the cause of most Atlantic hurricanes.
One of these days I plan to go to Africa with my camcorder and record this epic fight to post on YouTube. Comment on whether you think that's hot or not.


So, why is it man's fault...?
Because man, in his stage... and ladies too, of course, have the creative capacity to control weather by controlling water.
Even at the negligence of his power, man is responsible for taking all precautions necessary to deal with hurricanes: hurricane prevention included.


Yes it makes for a wonderful sci-fi thriller or even an epic fantasy adventure! But we're not just talking about magic here, this is something we've been doing for years-thousands, and the most recent expression was after WWII when we constructed a series of dams in the Tennessee area, which made the area more fruitful with vegetation, thus causing plants to perspire more water into the clouds to increase rain production in the area, thus incorporating the water cycle more productively into that region.
Now if such engineering had been continued, it could do quite an effect on our relationship with Mother Nature and how we could interact and even alter biospheric regulations and patterns.


Imagine us having the capability of creating a garden of Eden.
That's one fantasy-adventure I'd LOVE to write about--
but I don't have to.
Because man is at the brink of holding weather at his fingertips. By terraforming the desert of Sahara and other areas and introducing a water cycle in these thirsty, failed creatures of the biosphere, we could not only potentially reduce hurricane activity in the Atlantic, but we can also establish an Eden-like world.

And then we writers can insert some frivolous human folly into the mixture, blow up civilization, and then start a new story in some post apocalyptic setting where genetically mutated human beings hold monstrous powers that can control hurricanes, fire, time, space... etc.


Yea, ya know It would be kinda fun to conjur up some magic and cast a hurricane on a...
hmmm...
No.
Hell no, I must be out my mind.
Think of the anarchy! The ratio of self-styled gods to heroes would be tremendous!
Not every story is fit to be real.


But anyway, Man terraforming the planet?

THIS is nature taking its course. But will the universe wait for us to get heart and get smart? Well... did you feel that earthquake in New York City a week ago?

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The Moral Revolution: The Immortality of the Human Soul

Life, hope... dreams... where do they come from, and where are they going?

I would never put Kefka in my fav-5 list, but Final Fantasy was the closest thing I had to a "role model" while in my days of school.
School. That rotten piece of meat; a cold slab cookin' on the hot concrete floor of a diseased culture, bubbling out dysfunctional maggots of our modern age, who wriggle their separate ways to search for a reason to call this earth-encompassing decay a kingdom worth worshiping.
And such  independent thinkers all end up in a self-same destination.


Could it really be called an institution of learning? I am sure it was not an intended fashion to poop geniuses out of that great ass of Scholasticism. Should it really be respectful that I played video games all day and got good grades for it? Like many other kids across the nation?


Where is such a learnless life destined to go, whether it were educated through Gears, Final Fantasy, and Warcraft... or whether it was subjected to the kill-creative curriculum that turned the brain into a mathematical node?

When I got out of school, I quickly found out that there were no strategy guides to life, no cheat codes to dominate the world-- none that I know of at least-- and no easy answers to tell me why the world operated the way it did. Why was the world full of existential sluts and ruled by nominalistic whores?
Society's a schizophrenic slop of slaughtered sensibility, its organs and shattered bones of respected ideas and successful initiatives splattered messily upon that once radiant garden of scientific and moral prosperity, its green, leafy bushes now heavy with meat and bloody history sizzling hot in its splattered visage under a corrupt sun.


But now, must I qualify that by becoming the next Tom Waits or starting a neo-My Chemical Romance soft rock and hip-hop band?


The difference between heroes versus the now... Or, a good revolution versus a bad one
Real leaders, no matter what differences or beliefs they hold, through history and to come, are all captivated by one universal principle. Tis a principle that permeates through the entire universe, even in those regions yet conceived by man's imagination...
That principle says The universe is creative, and man is an expression of that creativity, a mirror image of the universe he is tasked to uncover.
And I know it because I heard it say it.
Not to be pretentious or anything...


Real leaders know that, to make a change in the government, in the policy, in the ideology, in the culture, in the society, the primary change has to first be made in the individual person's way of thinking... if that does not happen, then the individual is self-condemned to still trust those traitorous beliefs that trick all of society into its fatal predicament in the first place.


If the individual person is not possessed by the sword of moral vitality and look at himself with these newly sharpened eyes, the corruption within him will paralyze him; the demons of doubt, cowardice, capitulation, consent, pessimism, and other corruptions will hold him down, and whisper into his ear, "you are impotent, small, finite, a single flesh in a world of corruption... you can do nothing."

The individual will try to free himself with his old habits, unaware that the demons know the cavern of his mind, and failing against their trickery, he will believe their words to be truth, and that is when he loses his power to decide his fate, and looks up to watch doomed destiny fall upon him like a star shower.
Helpless in the hands of self-destruction.
Civilizations fall by consent after all, and not by inevitability.




This sword of moral vitality is the weapon that cuts down old habits and demons, slicing its bright blade to uncover new ideas and axioms respecting man and nature and his divine affinity to creativity.
And when the common individuals grasp these higher ideas of their own creativity and immortality on a mass scale, that is when a great divine sword and shield is summoned down to descend upon a reawakened Humanity's grasp, newly thirsty to reclaim that fountain of creative liberty and meaning of life.


We have no real leaders in leadership positions. Just an old, crusty generation that turned traitorous to itself and to all the future. It is a generation that can unsheathe no heroes. It is a generation that has already died and left young people like me and you to fend for ourselves in darwinian survival as civilization crumbles.
That is why the world rest in our hands now.
So that the immortals of our past do not turn over in their lively graves...


We must show the universe that we are capable of leading the continued development of this greatly paradoxical cosmos; we must show galactic nature that we can be just as playful as she is and be the junior creators of a creative god.
We must prove to all things existing the true powers of the immortality of humanity's god-given, creative soul.
We must demonstrate that there are things greater then our short lives that are worth protecting-- like the meaning of our short lives.
Are we destined to fuck around or have end-of-the-world sex, or some shit like that... or, as human individuals, and especially as a lost-and-found-and-lost-again generation destined for destruction, will we look Destiny in her eye and defy her decree upon us? Will we rescue the world from hell? And ourselves as well?


Our young generation should dispel themselves from the demon of hopeless pessimism, and start being immortals: We must stand in the future and look back in time and decide what must be done so that this forgotten present may defy its destined destruction for the sake of solidifying a perfect, far-reaching future.
Then we can say that we defied the destiny our leaderless parents gave us and became ourselves immortal leaders and death-defiers.
Like Prometheus, Martin Luther King Jr., Albert Einstein, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, etc. etc.

There will be times when you have to fight, keep your light burning strong.

The closer you get to the light, the greater your shadow becomes...

but dont be afraid, and don't forget...

you hold the mightest weapon of all...

you are the one who will open the door...

Let us defy this finite existence, and fight for a culture that reinstates man as the most powerfully creative force in the universe, and necessary to be granted freedom to exercise that power, "and so long as they are in the image of god, this is a law that is above all else."

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