The End, a kind of unacknowledged hope ...I had a thought today that I wanted to share about this whole "End of the World" bug that's been making the rounds for the past few years.
Simple put the reality is that in an odd kind of non-PC kind of way the people who are talking about and planning for it are in fact expressing a kind of hope that things can and will finally get better on this little blue & white orb spinning uncontrolled through the void that is our reality.
It's a kind of hope that things won't continue on in that horrid out of control fashion that they have been for as long as living memory.
It's a kind of hope that God, Allah or some other as yet unknown or unnamed higher power will show us that they actually do give a damn and step in to say 'enough is enough' and put a stop to the horrid nightmare we call life.
It's the kind of thing that generation after generation hopes and prays for because for some the end just can't seem to come fast enough.
It's a kind of lie we telling ourselves because for some,
Against the Law to Draw ...So back in 2009, just when I was leaving Japan (and wishing I could stay) the big joke of the day was the Anti-Manga law that was making the rounds in political circles. Now at the time it was a joke because no one ** and I do mean No-One ** who actually reads manga wanted this law to pass. In point of fact it no one even took the law seriously viewing it as a breach of trust between the government and the people of japan ** Most of whom actually read Manga **
My point is that in 2009 this law failed to pass and the issue was considered dead. (Laugh now ... )
The punch line of this joke is with the change of government in Japan and the general social chaos during the years that followed. Somehow while no one was looking the same fascist pigs managed to sneak through an even harsher law that pretty much bans everything. You wanna guess how bad the law is ... a friend of mine who actually makes a living drawing manga told me just recently that a number of her projects were re
In Exile Prt_00
In Exile - Prologue
Snow drifted like fine powder in the thin alien atmosphere that lay beyond the barrier glass, small white specks of ice moving without care or concern for the worlds around them. Not that snow truly had either of these traits and yet the idea was calming in and of itself and given that none where there to debate the issue with him, he elected to ascribe whatever characteristics he felt like to the small white messengers.
And so it was that beyond the barrier glass it was again snowing, which in truth was no great surprise as it often did here with no care for the concept of seasons, rather one could mark the change of seasons upon this moon simply by noting when it snowed and when it did not.
Rel mused at his own tired attempt at insight, a waste of time perhaps but then time was on his side wasn't it and he doubted that it mattered any great deal how he used it. All real choice had been lifted from his shoulders and looking forward into the coming days he saw no gr