Stop complaining, you can afford to wait 2 minutes to be impressed by my friend Len Hend’s latest video.

Sit back and marvel at the ease with which this genius creates beautiful art.

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10 Serious things I wonder about

1. If infinity is the biggest, what’s two times infinity?
2. Is time either side of now?
3. If I’m out of my mind what am I into?
4. Can I be shadow of my former self on a cloudy day?
5. Is it time that I stopped not starting?
6. Is it better to wait for later if now is taking too long?
7. Can I suddenly remember that I have lost my memory?
8. Can there be more questions than answers?
9. How can I ever be sure if I don’t know everything?
10. Where was I before I was born?

Who’s in charge around here?

It was a sad day yesterday when I realised that every group, every corporation, every government, every family is only an expression of the sum of its members.

I am part of my family, I am not a separate part, I am an integral part. My existence effects the whole of this group. Every group you belong to is effected by your membership.

I thought about this when I saw a local government employee who looked like he had given up to gravity and he was only motivated by the need to get paid. I looked at him and thought, ‘he is just like the business that he is working for’ – it is not interested in anything but its own being.

When you look at any club, school or business you can see it’s character by it’s members. Oh dear! What a disappointment. Humanity on mass is not a pretty sight and I believe that scientists are still waiting for humanity to show the first signs of intelligence.

I’m gonna smack my infinite self in the mouth!

I am an infinite something, squashed into a little water bag called a body. Sometimes, I can feel my endlessness, my vastness. I know that I am exquisitely and impossibly strange, weird but at the same time so cosmically (and perhaps comically) beautiful.

I am something that is indescribable and unique. I have existed forever so contain forever within my own being but it is another forever… how strange.

I am so light and so dark that my faulty human senses cannot comprehend. I am both threatening and welcoming, unpredictable yet comforting. I am something more than I can describe.

While I am imprisoned in this watery robot, my mental insight as well as my memory is also imprisoned. From this, so limiting, human point of view, I cannot explain or understand anything so vast and so strange. But it tickles my senses to try and imagine it’s wonders as well as it’s darkness.

This infinite something, somehow and probably for good reasons, decided to enter this physical existence on planet Earth. Personally, I think it was a foolish error and that there are much better places to visit than this dirty little life-sucking world. In fact, when I return to this infinite self, there is a good chance that I will be tempted to use my martial arts training to teach it a lesson.

And really, who cares? Because this vastness, this infinite something, is me, more of me, so I can do what I want.

When you think about it, it needs to be taught a good lesson. If it was essential that I come into this world why wasn’t I given a few tricks to make my life easier? Surely it wouldn’t have hurt anyone if it was me that invented the computer, or at least invented something wonderful at 19 years old so that I could live off the royalties for the rest of my life.

Stupid infinite something, I‘m warning you now, when I return there’s gonna be big trouble. Pow! Could even be the big bang all over again!

Stop behaving, act like an idiot!

One of the things that most good-intentioned adults teach their children is… the importance of being sensible. Well.. sometimes you need to smash your sensible adult attitudes so that you can let the idiot in you, take control for a while.

Stop behaving and start creating!

Being sensible is usually guided by what you should do, not what you want to do! This is a terrible restriction and puts a wet blanket over all of your creative projects. Creativity needs to be expressed in an open field, not a toilet cubicle. If you have to, lock your door and pull down the blind so that you can behave like an idiot in private.

At first it seems difficult to break some of the restrictions that you were taught as a child. However, practice makes perfect, start misbehaving a few times and before long you will get very good at it.

Throw paint at the canvas. Scribble all over your paper, knit outrageous statements in your sweaters. Be the idiot that you always dreamed of being. Become the envy of sensible, polite society as they watch your creativity soar to new levels.

Stop being responsible and learn to behave like a lunatic in front of your creative project. Step out onto a limb and let yourself go! Who knows you might be a natural at it.

I imagine I am important

So you think you’re smart?

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