willpower:
2005-04-03 - 7:28 p.m.
...a measure of how often You do the things that You Want to do.
Dream: a story of hot jungle love. the opening scene is a fast-forward version of clearcuttig trees on a river. basically, all you can see are trees, and then a whole bunch of workers with strange tools (an adze on one end and a metal rake on the other) swathe their way through, making a visible river underneath. there are native non-slaves who resist this destruction (whom i will call the rivertribe), but they are largely unsuccessful. in much the same land durring this time period, there are two brothers who no longer have parents. although they are young, they work on a farm and are able to sustain temselves, living on the edge of their village. the two brothers are trapped in their barn, and someone is outside making threats on their lives while they destroy the farm [i suppose it would have been the henchmen of the the bad guy]. regardless, trapped with them is a cute girl with freckles, and the older brother (with dirty-blond hair) retorts to something that she said with "i tought him(the younger brother, with bark hair) everything that he knows", and she says something about being familiar with that, having heard that though neither brother had ever had any formal education, the older was very good at learning from books, and made up "games that weren't really games" to teach subject matter to his younger brother. the older brother then opens the barn door and lets loose some malmagic on the people outside the barn, completely out of view, though it sounds like a machine gun, and it is assumed that he killed them. the younger brother stays in the barn with the girl, and when he is done constructing a makeshift weapon for her defense, reads to her out of an old book. he is reading of some kind of lineage ["mcblah was the son of blah"]; it doesn't matter to the girl what he's saying, becuase his voice is soothing to her, so that she nearly falls asleep on his shoulder, despite the carnage outside. at some later point in time, the younger brother is at the home of the girl's parents, telling them of his love for their daughter and proposing to marry her. they have another daughter who is older, however, that the younger brother didn't know about, and so he was inadvertantly proposing to the wrong person (older daughters have to be married before younger ones, evidently). the younger brother walks out, furrious with himself, and it seems to him that everyone he sees has a large circular sign on them that says "hit me". eventually it becomes evident that the boys must leave their fame and home, and they go to a school several villages over to escape and gain official educations. aside from a short scene of them living in the dorm together (they appear to be reading books the older brother wrote, something like cliff's notes, and then they look at a photo album that the younger brother had brought [this is where i figured out the girl's name, which was something like "Lara" because it reminded me of tomb raider, but i cannot remember the last name at all]) there is nothing in the dream involving the school. it is evidently not important exceot that when they return to the village they are educated men, rather than boys playing farmer. also, the older blother has a duck [which i suppose is his familiar] that had some sort of message, for the girl telling her that the younger brother is sorry that he had to leave and that he will return for her. the duck starts its journey back to the village, but when it becomes apparent that he is going to starve to death (winter starts and he can't find food), he covers himself in freezing water and mud, trying to hibernate. i'm failry sure it didn't work. upon leaving the school several years later, the younger brother goes to work in the forests, and meets a member of the rivertribe [they looked to him like mongrel shaman from the game Gladius (TM), but it was apparent they were actually people native to the region]. he befriends the rivertribesmen by telling him that his enemy is the one who is cutting down the rainforest (which is true because he is the bad guy that destroyed his farm), and that he is only pretending to work under the bad guy until a chance arrises that he can seek his revenge. he asks the rivertribesman where the laragirl could be found [except they don't speak the same language, so basically he asked where the person-with-big-breasts could be found] and the man (who, during the course of the entire conversation, was sitting in a V of an old jungle tree) pointed to the bad guy's yacht. sure enough, the bad guy has the laragirl on his yacht, and it is assumed that she is his wife, unwillingly. the younger brother sneaks up on the yacht (which is more difficult than it at first seemed) and notifies her of his return and a plan for them to escape. at night, she looses a row-type boat and heads off into the rainforest; the younger brother waits for her on the shore on the other side of the yacht [poorly planned?]. when the bad guy hears the noise he sends out a boat with four spanish women/concubines, and offers them to the younger brother if he will leave immediately. resisting the temptation, he makes some short speech about love. the boat that the laragirl is on gets stuck on a log, except that it's not a log, but an aligator, and it bites her on the leg before she could kill it with a rake-adze. eventually they are both on shore and continue to escape via his rusty old pickup truck (/trusty steed). they stop and have a nice rommantic meal that neither of them has the money to pay for, and so they go to the casino (part of the restaraunt) to make some quick cash. she plays blackjack and he plays some arcade-type game, and they do indeed come out positive. meanwhile, the bad guy is on the hunt. it's one of those scenes from "a funny thing happened on the way to the forum" as he looks for them in the casino (he_bends_down_to_pick_something_up_so_the_bad_guy_doesn't_see_him sort of thing). the bad guy's henchman (looks sort of like a saytr or centaur) waits outside, and gets distracted by a small carrot patch. End Dream. If this dream were to continue, i think it would be neccessary for the sorcerer_(older brother) character to intervene, maybe getting killed while fighting the bad guy. the rest of the story would wind down from that point; and i may at this point pose a quick connexion theory, between having dreams that don't reach their climax, and impotence.
"without popping them, Datum peeked at the top of the structures he had created from bits, and said onto the bits 'GOTO 3' and so the numeric 3 was created (neither at that time was it yet static or literal) and in so saying passed the control to 3, and then said 'GOTO the other numbers, and let the control thrive and multiply over the whole mainboard', and thus it was so. this is how it happened to be that in the era before the dark age of networking, there were true prallel processes. a single mind may be tragic, but many minds together are dangerous." These are the words of The Great Electron, Orbital 3:21.
Related Sidenote: After all, who says that a soul can't coexist with willpower AND predestination (the proof that it is possible is in the evidence of being able to conceptialize it)? Assume there are no such thing as random numbers, and that a soul is a seed for a psudeo-random number generator, which 'produces' a personality seperate from but partly dependant on the physical characteristics of the psudeo-whole, which we call a person.the factors are so infinately complex and interrelated so as to obscure their workings to the human observer of the Self, and because the system cannot be observed as such, it is considered to be completely random, which is to say, it is in actually dependant only on the 'whims' of the unobserved Self.
is the loss of an addiction / a loss of a stereotype, tis true / but also a loss of idenity / living all day with naught but naught to do
the subject of my next Sunday Comix was going to be "GUTRR: the Grand Unified Theory of the Reason for a Revolution". the backstory was based on proving a connection between the Bush regime, gasoline, coccaine, and world conquest (via the FTAA and World War 3). Speciffically, how war translates into coccaine in Bush's (and the "Aristocracy's") pockets. Unfortunately, it seems someone has already done the dirtywork for me before i could finish it. for some examples of entertaining text, goto http://rwor.org/a/firstvol/885/cia3.htm and http://www.gwu.edu/~nsarchiv/NSAEBB/NSAEBB2/nsaebb2.htm . there's even a DVD version of this particular conspiracy theory. the tidbits that follow are excerpts from the GUTRR theory:
...'imagine for a moment that there are three classes. there is a working class, which preforms manual labour, and another class which does not, which is subdivided into the aristocracy class and the poverty class. the difference between the poverty class and the aristocracy class is that the aristocracy class has a source of wealth other than working. either they own a business, or own land that can be rented, or participate in illigitamate work (aka crime), while the povery class has no mystical source of income or a ligitimate job (they may have money, but they cannot survive on it without scrupulous spending). with each of these classes comes an archytypical prespective on money. the povery needs to manage money to survive, and the working often find themselves needing to magage money to survive, but the aristocracy rarely (if ever) experiences this. the question that arrises then, is why we have this structure, and whose intrest is it in for things to stay this way...
...to answer the question i must first establish that the structure itself is maintained by the aristocracy (because it is in their best intrests), but is really enforced by the poverty (the people who would seem to benefit the leasst from it), and also by the working class (who will enforce a stasis on any structure due to their average mindset). Since this system is only fovoured by a small percentage of the population, it seems unintuitive that it would be such a persistent social structure. But superimpose on this three-class-system several classes of drugs, seperated by the cost of the addition into several financial brackets, and you quickly notice that only the aristocracy can afford to be addicted to coccaine (if a working class person were addicted to coccaine, they find themselves in the povery class very quickly [as it would effect their abiliy to work], and if a poverty class person was addicted to coccaine, they would quickly need to revert to criminal activity to gain enough money to spend on the habit.)...
...the question, now, is why would we want a revolution, and whose intrest is it in for things to change. obviously, it is not in the intrest of the aristrocracy. and contrary to popular thought it is not in the intrest of the working. revolution causes change, and change does not neccessarily mean a change for the better. so the real question is whether it is in the intrests of the poverty, which really only happens when the poverty is of a vastly dissproportionate percentage of the population AND when the majority of the povery realizes that their children will never have the opportunity to raise in class (which is to say, be of the working class). At present, modern America has satisfied the first of the two conditions, and it is slowly approaching the second, which would have happened before now if it weren't for the stupification of The People by the aristocracy...
"been lookin' up, lookin' down, lookin' blue / tryin' to find the drugs to forgive you." -Nemo
