Saturday, March 11, 2006


There's a lot of that floating around these days.

Here we are now, going to the east side, I pick up my friends and we start to ride. Ride all night, we ride all day, some may come and some may stay. Here we are now going to the west side. Weapons in hand as we go for a ride, some may come and some may stay watching out for a sunny day where there�s Love. Here we are now going to the north side I look at my friends as they start to ride. Ride at night we ride all day looking out for a sunny day. Here we are now going to the south side. I pick up my friends and we hope we won�t die. Ride at night, ride through heaven and hell, come back and feel so well.

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

"You are a king, then!" said Pilate.
Jesus answered, "You are right in saying I am a king. In fact, for this reason I was born, and for this I came into the world, to testify to the truth. Everyone on the side of truth listens to me."
"What is truth?" Pilate asked. With this he went out again to the Jews and said, "I find no basis for a charge against him..."
~John 18:37-38

When Pilate saw that he was getting nowhere, but that instead an uproar was starting, he took water and washed his hands in front of the crowd. "I am innocent of this man's blood," he said. "It is your responsibility!"
~Matt 27:24

What is truth?
Here in the year 33 A.D, Pilate articulates the sin that plagues humanity.

And from the abdication of knowledge comes the abdication of responsibility. And then nothing works, righteousness slides and dissolves into a murky grey. But the point isn't about the standards, or the rules or the attainment of holiness. But of life, functionablity and authenticity.

You cannot be if you have nothing to stand on.

Plasticity and fakeness isn't just skin deep. Sometimes it permeates every cell in your body, it is who you are.


And then I realise that I am not the healthy well adjusted kid I thought I was. I do not play well in groups.

Sunday, March 05, 2006

All things go, all things go

Forgive my absolutism, but some things (i.e. life) function without any exceptions, with no room for relativism or conditionality. But here we are, in the midst of destruction and creation, trying as far as we might to be perfect little beings.

You came to take us, to recreate us.

"So that's $12 right?"
"... No. You told me ten..."

Oppenheimer park has got to be the most unglamourous place in Vancouver. But for me, the sun has never been more kind, or the people more real. The place reflected the people, with layers of litter and broken bits of everything entrenched in the soil. It would take more then an afternoon and three garbage pickers to make a start.

But for me, life has never been more true.

if I was crying
in the van, with my friend
it was for freedom
from myself and from the land

I realise that judgement is a very personal thing. It shouldn't affect the object of judgement but rather, the subject who judges. For if you judge, you will be judged in the same way.

It's another from of solipsism, of only seeing yourself and hence being blind. Navel gazing doesn't allow for much of a picture, save for a navel. But to be oblivious, and yet utterly aware, of yourself and your actions, the perhaps judgement will cease.

I made a lot of mistakes, in my mind, in my mind...