History

I thought about history on the way back from the library.
I seen a young boy walking with his mother and they were happy even though he was carrying a skateboard.
I remembered a time when people would throw rocks or bottles out of the windows of moving vehicles if they thought you were even associated with skateboarding and I thought it great that the prejudice was dropped in this case by an understanding mother.
I could see the reflection of her joy bouncing off her young lad as he comfortably strode down the street wearing his pulsing and life-filled heart in a transparent box attached to his shoulder. I thought about saying to the lad that no matter what, do what you gotta do, because even now there are those who will persecute you from within your own ranks because they are jealous that someone understands you and that you are free to do what you want without the kind of persecution that really damages you, the forlorness of a parent’s blind and uncaringly selfish eye.
They will stone you in your happiness and try to bring you to their level but you must maintain and allow yourself to shine brighter and brighter so that one day everything will shine except what does not, which is the exact same way that it is now and nothing will ever change but your perception, so remember to change it the way you want to change it and ignore the muckdwellers for they know not where you go, (You know, being bound in muck and all).
I then had a warm and fuzzy recollection that I recognized as true history. It is this that fascinates people and makes them seek backwards, these moments of crystalline realization that allow you to realize that events have happened and all is one and that events are merely threads among threads. I witnessed in a sparkling and apparent moment that history which is known as skateboarding and I spontaneously seen primitive pieces of wood attached to wheels and hatemongerers and Tony Hawk and commercial success and thus peer recognition and coolness factor as the art of skateboarding slowly evolved to what it is now; a freedom that has always and will always exist but is only now going through the awareness routes of most people’s brains as we find we are born here and today in the constant wave of occurences.
I realized that this is how history happens.
We simply realize it.
We see it and when we see it we realize we can say it and thus we have an awareness.
We can communicate things that have happened by tying one event to another and creating a giant string of events that are all related. These strings have little dangly pieces of string at certain connecting points that allow other connecting points to connect and eventually everything becomes one. Hitler flies into the heart of terror and suddenly a nuclear explosion is born. A bunch of guys get together in fascination over a machine and realize that it is a computer and the internet is born. I am born. You are born.
And eventually the universe is born as all is finally realized and all ties connect at the exact same point and we break out of the lines which surround us and separate us from other things. I once had the realization that lines are everywhere seperating things that nothing could exist without lines and then a wise man told me there are no lines and that made me think that nothing existed until I realized that what it meant was that everything existed except for nothing and then I became really confused and the rest was, as they say, history.

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Have you ever thought about just how lucky you are?
Have you ever thought
"What is it that inspires me?"
It's good to ask yourself that question
"What is it that inspires me?"
I've thought it myself, believe me.
Dark forces at work
I've wondered
as the light poured down
around me
like water
Have you ever thought to realize just how lucky you are?
If you've ever lived with me
and you haven't already
you should.
If you haven't,
then maybe this will cause you to
think of someone like me.
"What is it that inspires me?"
I thought to myself
this very night.
I find myself remembering the taste of loneliness
that sweet bitter taste
and how I got used to it,
When the closest people seem so far away
and when you become accustomed to this
it means you've put yourself in a little room
that exists in your head,
a little room that you're always inside
and you scream
"I want out!"
with your eyes.
If anybody cared to listen
they'd hear it.
It's times like this that have caused me to ask,
when everyone around me
seemed like wraiths and ghosts
that I can blow away with the wind.
When I look outside the windows of my tiny room
so much more real than these
wraiths
ghosts
What I'm really realizing
is that their petty
fragile
lives
lay in my hands.
They have to sleep sometime
It's times like these that have caused me to ask
"What is it that inspires me?"
this realizing
their pathetic human fragility
and my ability to take it away
as they sleep beneath my feet.
Dark forces at work
I've wondered
as the light poured down
around me
like water
Why I'm doing the petty thing instead
stomping loudly on the floor
screaming
ignoring
creating things
Have you ever thought to realize just how lucky you are
as the light poured down
around me
like water?
Think about the people like me that you are close to.
Pray they have a light of their own
and listen
to their eyes