It’s just a joke
Even Superman had a breaking point. Scary, isn’t it? That even a god who is supposed to be the best of us can fall to injustice. It makes you think that the god that created us is quite human like, too. Why else are we so volatile?
Or perhaps, that’s the point. Create lesser beings prone to failure who have no capacity to understand pure integrity. That way we can never be gods. We’re only human and we’re bound to lose ourselves from time to time.
What’s worse: to be a rat in a cage and never know it or to know you’re a rat in a cage and not be able to do anything about it?
Knowledge is power but ignorance is bliss?
The unstoppable force and the immovable object. It’s what we want versus what reality has provided. One in the same. The physics and the games. Life is just a large game.
Can we win or alter the physics of reality? Or do we change what we want? Change our minds.
Change the objective of the game. Make the objective subjective because what’s within us all is a concoction of chemicals that varies from soul to soul.
Create your own objective. Then create your own reality that matches up with your personal objective.
Easier said than done. But impossible? Na. Not really. Just takes time and energy. And we use up so much energy doing stuff that’s so irrelevant to our objectives.
Give up everything that holds you back for your objective. Again, easier said than done. But did we really believe that altering our reality would be simple?
I paddle out
From the world
From my life
From my stress
From my problems
Once I’m out on the water
It’s just me
Just me and my peace
In those moments
Away from it all
On the water
With the wind
And the waves
The rippling water
Can touch me
But not lonely
With the spirits
Of my friends
Just here and now
On the water
I like the Gotham Joker. The kid. He’s got something about him.
I liked the Joker movie with Phoenix. Epic. Dark. Disturbing.
Of course I enjoyed Heath Ledger’s Joker.
I liked Jared Leto’s portrayal as well.
Not a fan of the version played by Jack N. Not mysterious enough. Too mobster.
Five different kinds of takes on one single character. Pretty cool, huh?
The Joker – intelligent, mad, and sinister.
I can’t do the laughing thing. Maybe I should laugh more. Laughing feels uncomfortable. Is that a sign. WHY am I SO SERIOUS? 🧐.
The world is too serious.
Crack a smile once in awhile, world.
Too much knowledge of minor things. Not enough knowledge of life.
The Joker probably knew about life. Supersanity.
Supersanity. So sane that he appears insane to everyone else.
He never seemed insane to me. He seemed to know too much and it made him sad. So he laughed to cover it up and killed out of frustration and his nihilistic views of the world.
Then came Batman and he made Joker feel alive for the first time in his life. To the Joker, he and Batman were gods in this world and all others were just ants to be smushed and played with.
Joker thought he and Batman were above all else so he thought it was funny how much Batman loved humans. He thought it made him weaker.
Red hair? Green? White skin? Chelsea smile? Makeup? Chemicals? Loves Harley or uses her? Mobster or nobody?
The Joker represents something inside of us all. What is it? Why do you we love him and all his variations so much?
We can’t get enough Joker. An evil serial Killer with no regard to humanity – and we love this character.
What if I believed in me?
What if I believe I’m free?
Is there power in belief?
Delusional or enlightening?
Haha. I Don’t know, you see?
Ich weiß nicht 🤔
Ich weiß nicht
I bought a bunch of stuff
That’s what they say
We want the InternL stuff
He says it’s all belief
We shall see
(But I am still healing from coronavirus and cannot really smell the heavenly soaps I purchased today)
Gifts for the baby! Baby girl. Can’t wait to meet her.
Hey! That’s an intrinsic factor, yeah? Holding a baby gives me some intrinsic happiness. Babies!
Not people, though. My allergies act up in the presence of too many people. Humans.
One on one? Oh yeah. I’ll kill that conversation with curiosity and compassion.
Three or more? Too much. Must leave. People in crowds lose themselves. They lose their goodness and we all become objectified.
What else did I buy…not much. Good thing! Almost bought the white boots, too. They didn’t have my size. My bank account is grateful. Still have medical bills for the finger incident.
Hey, it’s free. Not curious? That’s cool.
Are you still with me?
Money, money, money! Damn we can’t get enough of that useless stuff, can we?
And it’s close to Christmas. Know what that means? Time to blow that money on useless plastic nothing!
Plastic. Bad for the planet. Extrinsic items!
Intrinsic goods are not plastic.
They’re carbon. They’re alive!
Or are they…perhaps they are extraterrestrial. Not of this earth, but of the Soulscape.
Do I believe in the Soulscape? Do I believe in me? It’s Saturday night. Perhaps I should just go to sleep…
He wants money for Christmas. He wants money all the time. The world revolves around it. Why wouldn’t he want it?
He had been told that money equals status. It equals happiness.
Tik tok stars. Celebrities. Things. All give off the impression that fame and money are the goals of a perfect life aspiration,
So he wants money. Money for things and these things might get him followers. Then he’s moneyless again and asks for more money for more things.
See with money and followers, there’s no cap. It’s like trying to run to the end of the Earth – you’ll just keep going on forever, never reaching your goal. Round and round. Never ending. Never happy.
I’m not a flat-earth conspiracy person.
For flat earth people, you have to just come up with your own metaphors. I’m tired and your brain probably likes to morph words anyway.
Money, money, money. Guns and watches and cars and jewelry and phones and video games and Apple and Android and shoes and clothes and nothing matters anymore.
Stuff to stuff drawers and closets and hide the missing pieces of your soul. Cover the broken hearts with shiny necklaces and smart watches. Gain more followers to fill the void and feeling that you’re unlovable.
Promises like currency
Spend them wisely
But we don’t
It’s like credit
It means nothing
Just say it more often
Loses its value quickly
Takes more to mean anything
“I’ll pay you back.”
Yet no one ever does
Averaging low for most
Takes years to build it
One bad decision
It send it plummeting
Goes with us to the grave
Into the next life
Or don’t say it
If you don’t have
Don’t say it
Don’t promise it
Don’t ask for trust
It there’s a chance
What you don’t have
Don’t spend frivolously
If you can’t back it up
Build a lifetime of
Trust and promises
Be wealthy in
Trust and promises
Not drowning in debt