a penny in your pocket, suitcase in your hand, they won’t get you very far, now you’re a 21st century man November 21, 2010

a memory blazed into my head, flying over russia enroute to istanbul on a clear night and seeing the small clusters of lights 35,000 feet below, listening to ELO’s ‘Time’ album.  A rare occassion when truly unique things line up, 1) Turkish Air has the album in their list of things for your listening enjoyment, 2) You take a quick glance out the window, and instead of seeing nothing, you can see below, and 3) tired from a new iteration of the mind.

it gets me thinking about history, how so many things are relative and subjective.  i once had a conversation about divinity with a Christian and posed the idea that if they were to be born in a Muslim nation, they’d hence be a product of Islam.  The rebuttal was, ‘O no no no, that wouldn’t be so,’ and a tirade of defense followed, even though there wasn’t an attack on a belief, rather something I considered an objective observation.

Knowing enough people around the world I’ve come to understand events are interpreted in so many different ways, and cardinal human emotions are the same.  The negative connotation trades one form of cronyism for another, a place where human greed and slime have the same characteristics reguardless of the label associated.  The positive connotation see the human spirit, a deserved heirchy of needs, and love being the primary engine of survival.  Events are temporary, that which lasts are the positive long term characteristics of mankind, the societies who embrace this will ‘come out ahead.’

being a victim of your past, geography, environment, ideology can be overcome ultimately by not being a victim of yourself.  looking someone in the eye and giving and receiving mutual signs of admiration have broadened the world i know, and as mark twain says, travelling makes you prove to everyone they are wrong about everywhere.

planting seeds and seeing what grows, observing what’s going on around, knowing the world is big yet small, exploring nooks and crannies, examining where I belong and where I might not.  life’s a dance you learn as you go, so they say.

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