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Some might say I'm a fanatical person in many aspects of my life and I might insist I am just passionate about everything I do. It is really the only purpose I feel I have here in my very short time on earth. To be passionate. I can not waste my time contemplating the meaning of life or if there is a god or not because I more than likely will never find the answer and in the end I will look back on my life and wonder why I wasted it. I make my own purpose and my own meaning.
I learn from everything. Reading, seeing, living and all forms of art; especially music. In music (good music) you can hear a story (fictional or real) and learn about someone or something the same as you can a book or movie, but music expedites it far more beautifully and poetically and at times can help you understand something better. You see something you may have never seen in any other way. Like anything else, you have to take things by a grain of salt. View a perspective and then see it from a different perspective. You can't learn anything being narrow minded and only believe what you want to believe... it will just hurt you in the end.
Many people can not know themselves until they can see things in a multi-perspective (as I call it) and have a truly open mind. With a close mind not only can you not see out, but you can't see in either.
These things are self-evident I would think, but I did not see them clearly until I listened to Maynard from Tool. I am not the kind of person to blindly follow something without careful observation, thought and research and I am the first to be skeptical of almost anything until I see it in many lights.
I have something; at least one thing, in common with every person on this earth. But never in my life had I felt I was so similar to another person as I am Maynard. It seems as if every thing he says is something I have thought and felt and believed and it all makes sense to me. I am an individual. I a not Maynard,I do not want to be him, nor have I ever wanted to be him. That is what many people believe of me and criticize me as such just because there are many other people on this planet who do worship him and want to be him because they do not know how to channel and decipher how and what they are feeling, but I am me.
I have looked deep into the place in my mind and I have discovered myself time and time again and I will forever find myself anew. I am forever changing.
"Third Eye" - Tool
Dreaming of that face again.
It's bright and blue and shimmering.
Grinning wide
And comforting me with it's three warm and wild eyes.
On my back and tumbling
Down that hole and back again
Rising up
And wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye.
In... Out... In... Out... In... Out...
A child's rhyme stuck in my head.
It said that life is but a dream.
I've spent so many years in question
to find I've known this all along.
"So good to see you.
I've missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?"
Shroud-ing all the ground around me
Is this holy crow above me.
Black as holes within a memory
And blue as our new second sun.
I stick my hand into his shadow
To pull the pieces from the sand.
Which I attempt to reassemble
To see just who I might have been.
I do not recognize the vessel,
But the eyes seem so familiar.
Like phosphorescent desert buttons
Singing one familiar song...
"So good to see you.
I've missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much.
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?"
Prying open my third eye.
Prying open my third eye.
Prying open my third eye.
Prying open my third eye.
So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding.
And you thought that I had run away.
Chasing the tail of dogma.
I opened my eye and there we were.
So good to see you once again
I thought that you were hiding from me.
And you thought that I had run away.
Chasing a trail of smoke and reason.
Prying open my third eye.
I learn from everything. Reading, seeing, living and all forms of art; especially music. In music (good music) you can hear a story (fictional or real) and learn about someone or something the same as you can a book or movie, but music expedites it far more beautifully and poetically and at times can help you understand something better. You see something you may have never seen in any other way. Like anything else, you have to take things by a grain of salt. View a perspective and then see it from a different perspective. You can't learn anything being narrow minded and only believe what you want to believe... it will just hurt you in the end.
Many people can not know themselves until they can see things in a multi-perspective (as I call it) and have a truly open mind. With a close mind not only can you not see out, but you can't see in either.
These things are self-evident I would think, but I did not see them clearly until I listened to Maynard from Tool. I am not the kind of person to blindly follow something without careful observation, thought and research and I am the first to be skeptical of almost anything until I see it in many lights.
I have something; at least one thing, in common with every person on this earth. But never in my life had I felt I was so similar to another person as I am Maynard. It seems as if every thing he says is something I have thought and felt and believed and it all makes sense to me. I am an individual. I a not Maynard,I do not want to be him, nor have I ever wanted to be him. That is what many people believe of me and criticize me as such just because there are many other people on this planet who do worship him and want to be him because they do not know how to channel and decipher how and what they are feeling, but I am me.
I have looked deep into the place in my mind and I have discovered myself time and time again and I will forever find myself anew. I am forever changing.
"Third Eye" - Tool
Dreaming of that face again.
It's bright and blue and shimmering.
Grinning wide
And comforting me with it's three warm and wild eyes.
On my back and tumbling
Down that hole and back again
Rising up
And wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye.
In... Out... In... Out... In... Out...
A child's rhyme stuck in my head.
It said that life is but a dream.
I've spent so many years in question
to find I've known this all along.
"So good to see you.
I've missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?"
Shroud-ing all the ground around me
Is this holy crow above me.
Black as holes within a memory
And blue as our new second sun.
I stick my hand into his shadow
To pull the pieces from the sand.
Which I attempt to reassemble
To see just who I might have been.
I do not recognize the vessel,
But the eyes seem so familiar.
Like phosphorescent desert buttons
Singing one familiar song...
"So good to see you.
I've missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much.
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?"
Prying open my third eye.
Prying open my third eye.
Prying open my third eye.
Prying open my third eye.
So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding.
And you thought that I had run away.
Chasing the tail of dogma.
I opened my eye and there we were.
So good to see you once again
I thought that you were hiding from me.
And you thought that I had run away.
Chasing a trail of smoke and reason.
Prying open my third eye.
My first go at video/audio editing...
I haven't done much with video and not much more with audio, although I understand the basics of how they are encoded and decoded and spliced and binded and even and of course since I am an avid user of many graphics programs and also an artist I understand even some special effects and overlays etc... I have only done a little with cutting video and that is always for making animated gifs from clips of which I have a few here and I have done some converting of both audio and video, but I have never edited a full themed video and added audio as a soundtrack. I have today created my very first video for Youtube; it is some of the best fight sc
My new art page web template...
Just re-designed my hand drawn art web page with photoshop and I love it. When I put the old one up I just wanted to build a quick page just to display the content and put no effort into so I finally got around to re-doing it and I think it is much better. Tell me what you think of the new template, header, menu bar and background:
My new art page
My new grafix blog
I have written quite a bit in my life and I have a love/hate relationship with it. I have one blog; The Agnostic Microcosm, it is my personal blog for just about anything, but I don't get to write there anywhere near as much as I would love to. I have just started a new blog chronicling my journey in the field of graphic design: Lat's world of graphic design.
My love/hate relationship is one of my worse parts of my OCD because I am a perfectionist and I hate to not keep up with or update on a regulated basis and I don't have time to do either. I am very good at writing and I like to write, but at the same time I hate writing. If done correct
Photoshop
I know graphic design isn't hand art, but I feel it can be just as creative. I tend to have a vivid imagination and I try to express it with any tools I can. Photoshops are one of my favorites tools and canvases (looks better than my hand art at least, lol) and I can pop out alot more at a higher rate of speed. I hope people here like it.
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god is not anything, not an item, it is the sence we know as feel, experience.
Any words ever written deter from the very essence of what we use to describe it.
Much like the wind, it is in all things, yet uncontainable.
Love is a feel like wind
Any words ever written deter from the very essence of what we use to describe it.
Much like the wind, it is in all things, yet uncontainable.
Love is a feel like wind