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I Fear much of all these topics will be seen to be relatively irrelevant very soon. This is a philosophical issue. Anyone familiar with the old Platonic tale? Here's a quick summary in a more PostModern way... Refresh your Memories...

Man is born in a cave (yeah a cave- natural rock formation; a cave)

There is a fire lit under his ass... or rather behind him

Other men (we'll call them, the intepreters, or Artists, yeah I like Artists, we'll go with that) make shadow puppets on the wall from the fire

The 'normal' men are in chains, so can't see, and think the shadows are real...

But they're not! They are Optical Illusions cast by the Artists (you know people that make stuff, with their minds - Artists; Like Andrew Warhola and the Beatles... this is a METAphor, again, for the shadow-puppet-master people)

The job of man is to wake up, and walk up out of the cave. The light will surely be blinding at first, and terribly disorienting, much like after waking up after a terribly long sleep; after a Dark Age (you know the dark age - that is when all the books were being burned by the Christians so that people had to make sure they were safe in Mesopotamia and those places - and so they give us lots of new maths from the deserts in those times... that's probably not in your American textbooks, maybe it is, I don't know, but sure seems like people are having a hard time trying to remember this fact)

Anyway

Man is born in a cave, all hypnotized by the shadow puppets, but he has to get up off of his ass, and go out and see the bloody light. Get out of the cave, look up, and see the SUN!

The sun will be hard to look at, because it's bright, and has sun rays all around it, kindof like a crown of thorns.

This, hopefully will allow Man to realize, that without the heat of the sun, he will perish in the cold. After looking at the sun, he will be able to think of the forms, and give meaning and coherence to matter, shape reality with his mind, and create, or be the Architech of a new GLOBE, that we all SHARE.

So, my message to the Americans.

Get out of YOUR caves, and take a quick look to the sky, too the heavens, and see where it leads you.

If this sounds conceited, I apologize. But you know, Plato is the BOMB, so it's hard for me not to get excited when I think back on these marvelous Pegan minds.

Carpe Diem, Amor Fati, Memento Mori,

R.N.

I got soul but I'm not a soldgier, I got soul but I'm not a soldgier!

Come on, you know the words, you can sing along, it's really easy...

Peace, Love and boxed Vino,

R.N.

How much change? 2 cents worth? 10 billion dollars worth... 9? ... 8? 7?

6?

5?

four?

... three?

How's the American dollar doing these days anyway? Still re-deemable in Gold?

chi-ching! Perhaps it's time for a new diet among the Americans...

"After the revolution we will use the worlds gold supplies for public urinals" - Lenin

Cheerio,

R.N.

I think they keep bombing you, and blowing up your society from the inside, because you are "stunned", i.e. you aren't thinking straight; you think you know what you are talking about, but really it's just a bunch of people trying to get by on this planet. And instead of bombing places, you might be a little better off giving them WATER instead of raping their families and their land. MANNERS. You know, please; thank you; sorry about that whole genocide thing; think maybe we could get along a little better if we forget about this whole DEBT thing? income tax? what? I've never heard of that have you? Sounds like somekind of foreign thing or something; I dunno.

Perhaps it's been a little long since most American Eyes have looked upon some old German and other text...

"If you stare LONG and HARD into the abyss, the abyss also stares LONG and HARD into you"

Cheers,

Carpe Diem and Amor Fati.

But of course, most importantly, Memento Mori,

R.N.

Well by's, I knows you t'inks you got hit hall figured hout w'it the doller bill y'all 'n all, you knows 'da bling bling. But by Dave ran here a few years back, and sure he took out the lot of 'um, nothin' to it. Kill two birds w'it one stone see by', das da way we dos it around here.

Memento Mori,
R.N.

All I know is that I don't know! All I know is that I don't know nothing... and that's fine...

I loves it!

R.N.

I'd use it to catch two fish from our lake. Go home, gut it out and get a pitcher of water. Get some of my Mother's homemade bread, and bring it to the local Tourist site. We would sing, dance and feed our American, and European, Chinese, Mesopotamian, Nordic, African and other tourists, hopfully teaching them a little something about Humility...

c u there : )

Cheers,
R.N.