H. Crow

Category: Wonder, Ponder

Category of blogposts that make me wonder, or at least involve some heavy imaginative thought.

  • Quiet Bar Guy

    Quiet Bar Guy

    What separates the “quiet bar guy” from the usual loner sitting by himself in that bar? Well, he usually has a lot of unused potential waiting to be unlocked by the right circumstance. He might be the one to stop the bar fight- or the one to start it. He might be waiting for the right girl to pop into his arms that night, or he is secured in his solitude. He is a versatile guy.

    Why be the quiet bar guy rather than the outbursting extrovert? Why doesn’t he make any friends? He sees through people very fast. From afar, he can be safe within himself and not have to adapt. He keeps his potential hidden because showing it to right crowds gathers the wrong kind of attention. He actually knows what he is doing, he just looks like a singular peg in the pachinko machine- turning the luck over by just enough to mess someone’s day up.

    When you think of the quiet bar guy, he usually draws more attention than the loud ones. After all, everyone is loud at the bar. The music is loud, the bartenders are always walking about, and the tables get cleaned frequently. What doesn’t move is him. He stays stoic amongst a shifting room. Find him in the corner honing his skills, checking his stocks, and texting his loved ones. You rarely find him out acting afool. That destroys the character he creates by just being himself.

    Is it fun being the quiet bar guy? Not really. Sometimes, you feel like an undercover cop scoping out the scene for vagabonds and vigilantes. Oftentimes, you just limit your experiences to whatever your brain comes up with, usually a numbing task. There is no break and relaxation for that guy. Who you might opt to adopt the patterns of would be the guy who knows what he wants out of the night. Does he want to let loose? Go ahead. Talk to people and be the life of the party? Go ahead. Point is, staying uncomformed is just that- putty that hasn’t been molded yet. There’s nothing wrong with that. Some people want clay to sculpt and some want sculptures. Deciding what to sculpt yourself into after you figure out the prompt is just cautious discernment.

    All I am saying is, buy that quiet guy a drink, even if it doesn’t look like he earned it. It usually ends the night better than it starts.

  • I got it. I figured out teleportation.

    I got it. I figured out teleportation.

    Frozen quantum-conscious transferal. That is the short of it, but allow me to elaborate on this teleportation strategy.

    Requirements

    Each pod connects via inter-dimensional networks. That is the only way to introduce reliable clones for the transformation. Nothing really changes between you and that being, but you get to become them after the linking. Luckily, this occurs via portals and not beams of light.

    The way you know it is actually you on the other side is because you always existed in that reality and you could have came to that same moment in history anyways, just linked by our coincidental occurrences.

    When you come out the pod, you might imagine it was the same world as before, but then you find out it is different once you step outside the pod.

    The pod stays the same because it is the same, and you are the same because you are the same person who would have stepped in and out the pod. When you teleport, you don’t just end up exactly where you were before, you end up in a completely different timeline.

    That is the true nature of the teleportation, is that the timeline you once knew no longer exists but in your memory. It is like you wake up in another place where those people who seemed to know you must have known another you.

    Impacts

    We do not have any of this technology, and I know what you are thinking. It seems impossible via this method in the first place. Some people are fully onboard. The meeting point here is for not just why, but how it becomes real teleportation at all.

    Teleportation requires you to be moved via more than just transportation. Transport takes you from point A to point B, but it requires an intermediate. Much like the catalyst of something else entirely, it’s own reaction, this creates the fabric of time and space that bears the resemblance to what we believed was possible. The catalyst is required because it causes transformation, and that is the difference maker.

    Ethicality

    Whenever man invented something, something that nobody has seen before, it always shifted the world just a little. In each moment of complete formation and relativity, there was what became and what was becoming. In order to become who you already are, you need to just go from the one moment to the next with some collective integration of all your soul.

    You can’t manifest this sort of thing yourself. You need divine alignment. It is like taking true understanding of what could possibly happen when you open up this can of worms and it is only when the Father almighty becomes seen through that lens.

    Nonetheless, should we as man create this technology due to the possibility, then we must responsibly answer to the consequences and learn from it. Cell phones started as something before what we see today. How you view that past defines your own calling. That technology was shaped for you, yet they didn’t know you personally. Like an oven, stove, microwave, wheel, these things became commonplace no matter where you went because it just was.

    Conclusion

    When we add something like teleportation, I don’t want any of you to be surprised. I am not saying believe every headline that says scientists finally figured it out. I am just saying, you will love to see it for yourself.

    So if you dealt with all that mumbo-jumbo up there, you can see in this little bubble here how that will work. It is all a scam, and we shouldn’t do it. It is just going to get innocent people killed. Some people, possibly governments, they are all going to claim to have teleporters, and then they would do horrible things to you, or just cast a placebo effect on you. Real teleportation is a myth, and we will never know how we do it any more than how we live today.

  • Anger is healthy

    Anger is healthy

    Anger isn’t a bad thing. It is a messenger, much like the other emotions. Somewhere in that anger is hurt, pain, or grief. We don’t always experience the hurt before the anger, or the grief before we lash out. Maybe we should.

    Anger, or even angst, makes such good material for emotional music (emo). Images conveyed in it are so explicit, they even make murder rap seem tame. Part of that comes with the confrontation that it adds. Murder rap has a lot of elements of fear, but angsty music or even emo rap is more about the very difficulty with existing. It is more relatable to the common audience, cause how many of us actually murdered before or plan to? Don’t answer that. Also, murder isn’t an emotion. I think those murder rappers need to feel so they can heal, but who am I to change them?

    Emo music has its own downsides, like I mean seriously. Get over it, right? Well, I think there is something beautiful about finding the borderline between what we can and cannot handle. There is some grief on the other side of what we cared to handle but we could not. It is like breaking an arm or tendon because we wished to push our limits only to find us falling back down again.

    “So scared of breaking it, that you won’t let it bend. I wrote two hundred letters I will never send.” – Maroon 5. Is Maroon 5 emo? I had a little debate with some of my musically inclined coworkers. They said SZA is emo. I was aghast. Emo is like Paramore and stuff, right? No, they’re punk rock? Then what’s emo? If it is screamo, I don’t like it.

    Anyways, anger and emo music is like butter and toast. The emo music is the toast that you spread the anger upon. It is the foundation for what symbology you wish to let out without hurting yourself or others when you wish you could. Murder music just seems like a confession. I gotta stop talking about murder music lol, but I got murder on my mind (C).

    The point is: Anger is healthy. Use it as fuel. Resentment is healthy. It serves to tell us what we still haven’t forgiven. If you really believe in holiness, you would know that you must repent sometimes because you have pent up sin that wants to be let out in a healthy way. If you never do, the sin grows until it controls you. You don’t have to be Christian to see that.

    “Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured.” -Mark Twain.

  • Solution for the closed off lovers.

    Solution for the closed off lovers.

    The best things for love to last is going to be turning the heart into a home for it.

    The heart can’t live for nothing, it has a tie to the truth of what is presented to it.

    It may be hard to love or hard to trust, and it just takes letting people into your heart, and only closing it off for the ones who want to stay there invited.

    So, let those vampires walk through your house and invite themselves, but if they really need your invitation, let them if you know what you are getting yourself into.

    Love is what you let into your heart, and your heart is the container. If you want to be scientific instead of romantic, it doesn’t change the truth. Liquid takes the shape of its container, and your blood vessels are the container. They all lead in and out from the heart.

    So when you want to hold your breath for a moment because the memories keep replaying… Just let it go.

    So that’s your solution. Breathe. Hear the sound through your heart resonating from your bones, (y’know, where the blood comes from inside the marrow).

    Shed some tears too. They are like precipitation from the water cycle in your body. The condensation of water that cools as it reaches a level in the atmosphere where it can clump and form droplets. Some say water holds memories. Let the memories pour out.

  • The Unit of Life

    The Unit of Life

    Ever pondered? Been ponderous? Seen something lately? Apologies to the blind readers listening to this in audio to text, but I know you’ve been listening.

    Just to sate my desire to get to the bottom of the roots of life and consciousness (which may be the underlying root of this entire blog), there is a good list of probable causes to the attributes of life forming and how they operate. This is also an early trigger warning for those with a deep phobia of conjecture.

    Deep down the roots of the kingdoms, phyla, all throughout the generations are little nutrient sucking pores that let into their cavities the building blocks of life and organic matter. In simpler terms, something makes these living things alive. I will cut right to the biological modern understanding- it (the being) has to satisfy these conditions:

    • Able to reproduce (sexually/asexually)
    • Grows and develops
    • Shows behavior
    • Is made up of units of life called cells
    • Metabolizes
    • Keeps itself in conditional balance
    • Capability for mutation

    Now, trained biologists are going to have some gripes with the wording here, but I have some gripes with how we latched onto the past and I can put it all aside for the sake of layman clarity. We can just assume that based on the current understanding of biology we have, some argue a virus isn’t alive because it doesn’t display all the criteria. Some argue a vacuum is alive. We can each die on our own hills.

    So now, assuming each cell is alive, does that mean they share the consciousness? Perhaps it is just the signal that each moment could possibly bring, and then when that moment activates the detectors, that signal has a possible speed of reaching conduction. It can’t be that simple, because why is the detector even machinated at all? What is holding it all together?

    The unlikelihood for all the interstitial space in a cell to be occupied with these near perfect machines for maintaining a factorial approach to simple collisions of stellar bodies is a doozy.

    We all just want to simplest reason for why there’s cells at all. We want there to be a method to the madness and something there to pull the strings. I think, and I have been thinking, that it truly just may be a lot of chance and incident detection. I think that coincidence is simply our brain putting together the stored detection with the real-life detection, which at that point may very well be regarded with “reality”. Life transcends beyond that though, because the generations spawned us, not just the “reality”.

    One of the grand cues of how there may be a link between intention and evolution comes from the will to have a baby with another. It’s wholly unlikely for a human to have another human and then take zero care for it and watch it take care of itself like a precocial little sea turtle. No, babies are useless. Their intentions seem to get them all killed, all in the name of curiosity.

    Each surviving baby with the possibility to raise another baby automatically becomes the present “reality” that another living baby has to interact with. It’s like they arrived from incidence into detection. This very real existence is then a subject of differentiation from the rest of the crowd, and becomes an individual. Hmm, uncontrolled populations, let’s not dwell on that.

    Then, there’s the guardians of the body or cell that seem to protect it from harm. It can be the shell of the cell or even the fluid that fills it. So much work goes on in even little bacterium, due to the amount of genetic information stored and expressed. It’s like a pilot with all the food and water they need connected to a pee tube so it never has to move. That bountiful nature of a cell can be rewarding, and perhaps the mitochondria were captured, or better yet they held an agreement that lasts to this day. Do the modern generation remember what it was like millions of years ago, or is that just instincts?

    I don’t want to end on another question, so I have some conclusive feeling that I will rest on. I think and feel that what denotes living itself is the ability to move with the present as it carries you, but you get to push the buttons once the buttons become pressable.

  • Catholic Crow

    Catholic Crow

    Imagine there was a saint for whom it represented the coming of age for a youth through the correction of sexuality.

    Now there’s nothing wrong with expressing your sexuality, hyper straight or whatnot, but keeping it true requires solidification and adjudication.

    Think of how the church would go wild for this sort of conversion idea.

    They’d dedicate a church.

    Too bad it’s been done before.

    Not the first priest to come out the tabernacle.

  • Homunculus

    Homunculus

    What if this representation of the sensory info the brain centers are innervated with is the representation of what centers we use to think about performing actions? Words, lots of words, but in a nutshell, we sense the world with what we control. We make our body interact with itself, and odd how we can’t tickle ourselves (but I disagree). We create our own sensations at times by using old sensations that kept burning on. Even the patterns we created piece by piece were getting stored as one larger pie.

    The pizza pie isn’t just pizza, I mean the idea of pizza is, but the ingredients and preparation that define it is what makes it a pizza. We attribute every sensation of the pizza in our head, so we remember how the cheese not only tasted, but smelled, looked, felt, etc. No wonder they say we only have 5 senses, because what else could we do to a pizza? We could imagine it, but does that count?

    Some claim they can sense the forces of other people, but perhaps when asked to prove it, they have no method or results. Some claim to read minds. It’s the reality that exists, and the conscious that tries to prove it. We know we think, but without a definition to follow for our own sakes, it just feels like existing.

    Existing isn’t consciousness we assume. I think we can have a little person in our head that does an action first and then it feels the consequences before the real life version. I think that doesn’t work out for either of them in the bad consequences, especially when chaos leads to instability, and instability goes off the rails. I would be afraid too if my fear made it inside my head.

  • Expectations

    Expectations

    They might not be comforting or witty or someone I know. They may not be perfect, my platform to stand on, or someone I can control. They might make me shift my priorities. I might need moments to myself. I may be misunderstood. I may be in a battle with myself while they want me to be unoccupied. I might be lazy and boring on days they want excitement. They might be worse than me in everything they do. I might misjudge them or lose them entirely. I might have to do more internal work and rituals to change my headspace. I might need to let them walk away or call them back. I might not like all their friends. I might not have all the answers nor do they. They might speak a language I don’t know fluent. The little things might tick us off. The desire to be alone may be filled by someone else for the moment. I may never get my life where I want it. I might always fight the same battles. They may not like my music. They may not like any music. Something might be off about them. My messages may go unnoticed. Our time might mean nothing.

    It might still be worth defying my expectations.

  • Making it Through

    Infinite doors, but where do they lead?

    Getting over a hard day is about as strenuous as any trade or career. When you are bogged down by those invisible chains, it feels like the air is thicker, steps are heavier, and each door feels like it leads nowhere. Perhaps those things you once enjoyed no longer call out to you. The time passes in mysterious ways, slow sometimes and fleeting others. The middle ground is that acknowledgment that holds you back from enjoying clarity. It feels like you have to run even when you stand still.

  • Writing as a Hobby

    When the average artist suffers in their artist block, there is but the madness-consumed fellow that breaks the mold. This archetype finds random and chaotic source material and samples bits and pieces together to mix wonder. This slow cooker lets the moment settle itself, and only manifests what the recipe calls for. Oddly, the objectively lost find anything to scour.

    My travels on this place called me to maintain an internal dialogue. In order to sate my own interests, my taste in writing is kept impactful. All the words matter, but only some stick. Sometimes, the most obscure details are best left in plain sight. Others, we wish the search was worth the navigating. If doesn’t hurt to have a treasure map, especially when we have an idea what the treasure is worth.

    Each book has to sell like gold. That’s the figurative carrot on their figurative stick.