New Novel Begun

Posted by Gary on Dec 8, 2010 in Gary R. Moor, author | 0 comments

Started writing a new novel a few days ago. I had planned on starting Sweet Dreams of Flying Machines, my fantasy dragon story, the one my daughter Talus has anticipated getting to read for a long time. I sure hated to disappoint her, but, as Richard Bach wrote in the introduction to Illusions,” . . .once in a while there’s a great dynamite-burst of flying glass and brick and splinters through the front wall and somebody stalks over the rubble, seizes me by the throat and gently says, “I will not let you go until you set me, in words, on paper.” Well, that’s pretty accurate. I don’t know what’s going on, but this new novel, now titled Verdigris, gently, but firmly demanded of me that I begin writing it . . . NOW. So I did. I love the story, it just came welling up out of my dreams and thoughts and from watching a delightful 1938 movie with Cary Grant and Katherine Hepburn called Holiday. Weird and amazing stuff. I do so enjoy being a writer. I’ll give you a little taste of what the book is about if you click below.

Verdigris

What I’m Dealing With III

Posted by Gary on Dec 1, 2010 in Gary R. Moor, author | 0 comments

Last night I completed the second session of the Landmark Education seminar  I’m taking called Living Powerfully, which is designed to disrupt the predictable life I’ve created and bring power to what I’m committed to in life. Looking around it appears, by design, human beings are fulfilled by being a contribution to other human beings. As I said in the last post you can look at power as the velocity with which you produce results. I’m crystal clear about what my life is about, it’s in my novels, my website, Facebook.  I’m up to something pretty big.

Last night in the seminar we had a conversation about integrity with the promised outcome that we would begin to cause an access to ultimate integrity. I say that we accomplished that, at least for myself. I cannot speak to “ultimate,” I’ve no context for that yet as distinct from integrity itself, and I don’t remember it being addressed much last night. Integrity is a state or condition of being whole, complete, unimpaired, perfect, sound. Without integrity, nothing works. The level of one’s integrity determines their power. That which my life is about, the important things I am committed to accomplishing, cannot be accomplished without a very high degree of integrity. Integrity is simply doing what I say I’m going to do, as in workability. Perfectly sensible. I get it intellectually, yet I hold integrity as a moral and ethical matter with lots and lots of significance, weight, and it is emotionally charged.

So I’m sitting here disrupted, confronted, and seeking an access to integrity as an access to power in fulfilling what’s important to me. I’m doing so in a very predictable way, I’m trying to figure it out. I know that I am stuck in a particular viewpoint, a particular context as I stated in my last post. So how do I see out of it? I suspect that is not even a useful question. If I see myself as actually being in something, I’m in it and there is no way out. It’s a story I created that gives me my experience of power and integrity.

Now then, this morning I watched a Ted talk by William Ury and as I listened and watched this man brilliantly present a transformational concept, I felt on the verge of inspired tears throughout. What he had to say was so in alignment with what I’m committed to about story, tribe, ritual, human evolution and unity, I could hear myself speaking. It was unbelievable. I experienced this sensation that if this brilliant, gentle man, who is clearly creating a big difference for our human tribe and is committed to what I’m committed to, then I get to have permission to do what I see is necessary, without approval, justification, reasons, or validation. Who gives permission? I know there is no one but myself, but as usual that knowledge makes no difference.

As William Ury stated, he is telling us a story and quite often one thing really gets my attention in a story, one thing stood out that I can’t seem to get out of my head. In this case it was his sharing of the ancient middle eastern story of the 18th camel. It’s thinking outside the box. Creating a new context. Transforming the conversation. Access to what I seek, perhaps. I didn’t see it as problem solving at all.

Here’s the story–a father left an inheritance of 17 camels to his three sons in the following way: one half to his eldest, one third to his middle son and one ninth to his youngest. Unable to divide this prime number in any way, they struggled and fought with no possibility of reconciliation. So they sought out an old wise woman and asked her what to do. She simply said, “here, take my camel.” With 18 camels it was easy for them to divide the inheritance. One half to the eldest was nine, one third to the middle son was six, one ninth to the youngest was two and the leftover camel went back to the wise old woman.

Holy crap. Where’s my wise old woman? Go watch the video. Share it.

What I’m Dealing With II (Too)

Posted by Gary on Nov 28, 2010 in Gary R. Moor, author | 1 comment

How to Have a Great Relationship

Complacency is a state of mind that exists only in retrospective: it has to be shattered before being ascertained.

Vladimir Nabokov

Here’s how to have a great relationship: never get to know the other person, never know how to be around them and never need them. Counterintuitive? Isn’t getting to know somebody at the heart of loving them? Don’t you need to know how to be around them in order to please them? If you don’t need them, why be with them?

In my humble opinion, the obverse of these is what has us fall out of love. Getting to know someone, figuring out how to be comfortable around them and needing them in your life constitutes the birth of complacency. Knowing, predictability, obviousness, tranquility, certainty of viewpoint and complacency constitute the death of relationships. However, if you follow these three simple precepts you’ll be cause in the matter of your relationships. Cause in the matter? What the hell does that mean? We’ll get back to that. It’s what this post is actually all about.

For me, those three simple precepts are great to know, but how do they really make a difference?

In terms of what I’m dealing with this morning, let’s expand this to having a great relationship to everything. How about my relationship to life itself? I have a particular relationship to my life. It occurs to me in a certain way. I certainly know how to be in my life, I’m locked solidly into my viewpoint of what it is. I absolutely know how to be with it, how to cope, get by, survive, make it through and without the slightest reservation I know I absolutely need life–that is this life, the one I’m living right now. It’s no less than who I am as a human being. I have to have it.

Now it’s crystal clear my life is not the way I really want it to be, there are problems I have to deal with, things aren’t happening the way I’d like them to happen. It’s been that way all my life. I see all those problems out there in the future coming at me, rigidly ensconced in the template of my life. I’ve got complaints, mostly about what I should be doing or shouldn’t be doing. You know, like I should write every day and promote my novels, ( GO NOW, buy a book–click on the image . . . there, at least that’s over with) I should exercise more and I shouldn’t eat so much. But, right now I have little power with what’s not working in my life. I really have to admit, I’ve never had much power transforming things in my life, certainly not on a day-to-day basis. I’ve had my big life-changing moments, (See Bio) but I do not occur to myself as a powerful person . . . are you kidding?

In this context you can look at power as the velocity with which we produce results. I feel trapped, slogging through cold molasses as I try to bring into existence what I’m committed to. There you go: that’s what I’m dealing with. That’s a problem to solve. I’m not powerful enough, see, and I know a bunch of stuff about how to go about solving this problem, just like what I know about being healthy. I know how to be powerful in my life. I know what to do, but I’m not doing it. Well, then, just do it! Yeah, I’m sure that’ll work.

But, apparently I really need to be who I know myself to be. Powerful? Certainly not. I know that about myself. It would seem having that knowledge is more important than being powerful. Having that particular piece of knowledge along with the millions of other things I know about myself allows me to predict what’s going to happen. I can rest assured things will go along as they have, no real disruption, no real chaos.

Interesting, this looks a lot like complacency. I am complacent. I am definitely resigned and oh boy am I cynical, though I keep that little beast on a relatively short leash. So I pretend . . . a lot. Within the darkest reaches of my soul, whatever that is, I remain very much as I did as a child. I don’t really belong here, this is all a mistake. In fact, I’m a mistake (See Bio). In order to get by with people I have to pretend I am not a mistake, I have to pretend I belong here with them, with you, actually; you know, the one reading this. This is my relationship with myself and my life.

Well, just stop it then! Yeah, well . . . okay, I will, I know how to do that.

In the quote above by Nabikov notice that he is talking about a distinction, not knowledge. While we are being complacent we have no awareness of it. It has no existence for us. To have existence for us, it must be shattered. When we are no longer complacent then complacency exists for us.

We know all about complacency. We see it in others and judge them, but what we know about complacency provides no power with it, because to have power over complacency, we must first distinguish it, notice it, differentiate it, perceive it, recognize it, classify it in ourselves. Once we’ve made the distinction that we are complacent, we can no longer be complacent. We will be disturbed, upset, disrupted, but not complacent. Here’s something else I know, we all seem quite able to settle back into our complacency once we notice it, but I’m wondering if that’s really distinguishing it. If we are able to settle back into our complacency, I’d say we never really took it on, as though YOU were actually the one who was complacent. It has not shattered yet. We are not cause in the matter of our own complacency. We cling to our reasons for being complacent. We cling to what we know about complacency.

That’s just one thing. There’s everything else in life too. “Look at what I’m dealing with in life, it’s a wonder I get through the day.” How about, “These are the cards I was dealt, now I’ve got to play them.”

Things are the way they are because, because, because, because, because . . . because of the wonderful things he does, da da da da da da da dum./

What is being cause in the matter? It’s a distinction, that’s for sure. I know that about this distinction and what I know about it doesn’t have me be cause in the matter of anything. Basically, being cause in the matter is saying things are the way they are because that’s the way they are, but I have absolute power over how I relate to those things. My relationship to life is decisive. I am cause in the matter of my relationships. A relationship is a conversation in my head. It has no other existence. It is a story I’ve created as a matter of dealing with what it is I have the relationship with. Being cause in the matter is admitting I am the author of the story I created. As author, I can write anything I choose. Being cause in the matter of something gives you power with that something. You can’t change the something, but you have total say over how you relate to the something.

The something you are relating to is the playing field and there are rules on how to play the game (in the real world what we describe with physics refers to some of those rules–i.e. gravity, mass, density). How we play the game with those rules is what’s decisive and gives us our entire experience of the game and our power in playing it.

So going all the way back to that special someone we love, everything we “know” about them constitutes our relationship with them, it’s our story about them and perfectly correlates to how we deal with them. If we are cause in the matter of loving them, to know nothing about them leaves us free of our stories about them. They can occur to us in any way we choose to relate to them. We do not mire ourselves down into stories we have to be right about, cling to, argue for and complain about. If we never know how to be around them, we can actually be with them, seeing, noticing, enjoying them without having a story to be right about, cling to, argue for and complain about. Most importantly if we do not need them, then we are there for them, they are not there for us where we expect them to do certain things without the doing of which means they no longer love us.

This is a long post, ain’t it? It’s an inquiry; an important one that is not new. I just started a new Landmark Education Seminar called Living Powerfully. It’s new to their curriculum and the conversation arising from my participation is beginning to disrupt things. This is upsetting and I shall continue this inquiry until I get some god damned answers! I wonder if that’s the problem? Maybe answers, more things to know, aren’t going to make any difference.

“Existential analysis has the character of doing violence, whether to the claims of the everyday interpretation, or to its complacency and its tranquilized obviousness.”

Martin Heidegger

How To Start Writing a Book

Posted by Gary on Nov 16, 2010 in Gary R. Moor, author | 0 comments

What follows is an answer to Brad Leslie’s (one of my favorite Canucks) question: I wanna / I’m gonna write a book, what are the first 5 things for me to do?

Gary’s Five First Steps To Writing a Book:

A few caveats before plunging into this. As you may guess, this isn’t THE way to write a book, but apparently it works or you wouldn’t be asking me in the first place, seeing as how I have three books. All right, maybe that’s just one caveat, besides I just wanted to use the word caveat. Proviso’s a cool word too, but a little stuffy.

1. Write what you know and that which inspires you; that you’ve got flat, considering it’s about young men’s work. You have an abundance of material that inspires you. You have something important to say and that’s the “showing up” part, which is 90% of the battle.

2. Create a space in which to write, both physical and mental. Establish a place and time to write where there is little chance of someone interrupting you. Any place could work, from your desk at home to your favorite coffee shop. You make it up, see what works for you. My place is my basement bedroom office, which I built with my own hands and have items displayed about that help create a mental/spiritual space for creating stories, such as all my YMAW mojo necklaces, photos of family and Air Force career, some drawings I’ve done, a shrine Randy Jones (Shaman) suggested I create and so on. Once again, whatever works. An important part of the time space is setting a period of time in which you will complete the first draft. I set three months for Chrysalis. I think I did it in four, but that compares favorably to the FIFTEEN YEARS it took to have Mermaid Song complete. Granted, I had a lot to learn and distinguish about telling a story, creating characters and writing it all down, but that first one took an awful long time. Very important: choose the machinery that works best for you. I use a Linux computer with OpenOffice as my writing program. It’s very powerful and compatible with Microsoft Word. You might like to use a pencil for all I know and unlike Tom Farrell you may be old enough to use a piece of charcoal. Doesn’t matter. Use what speaks to you and you are comfortable writing with.

3. Begin writing. Keep writing and don’t stop until you have a complete first draft. A lot of author’s advise setting a goal for how many pages your write per day. If that works, do it; didn’t work for me, but fiction is a different animal than non-fiction and I write by listening to my characters, which may seem a little weird. There’s a lot between the start and the finish of a first draft. The place to start is where you feel like starting. Writing the ending works for some, I’m sure. I began writing at the beginning of Chrysalis, but jumped around as different parts became clear. I started in the middle of Mermaid Song. In a non-fiction book, you are creating a story too, it’s just based on what happened, rather than what you make up. Your story is how you organize what happened and what it means to you. Right now if you have no story, no coherent thread to tie your experiences together, just start writing about something that inspires you and see what comes up. The story will arise. You are absolutely committed to something and what is important and of concern to you will naturally arise from anything you write. In that respect you’re fucked, as Mark Ziegler so profoundly expresses it, because it’s who you are. That’s one thing you don’t have to worry about. Make sure your work is backed up securely if you’re using a computer. If writing on paper, keep it somewhere safe and secure. Critical point: NOTHING YOU WRITE IS SACRED. Most of the first draft will be thrown out anyway so don’t get attached to it.

4. Speak to no one about what you’re writing and avoid editing as you write the first draft. Write way more than what you know you’ll need, let it all out. Write absolute bullshit if need be, particularly if you don’t feel like writing–better known as writer’s block–which, by the way in my humble opinion does not exist.

5. Upon completing the first draft, and you’ll know it by the time you get there, set your work aside and totally forget about it for at least a few weeks. Allow not a single thought to enter your head about it. But set a specific time after which you can get your writing out and begin editing. You’ll be terrified, amazed, stunned, embarrassed and inspired by what you wrote. A complete first draft will provide you with the foundation for your book, give you something to organize and mold into a coherent story. I think you can afford a professional editor once you have a good, solid second draft, which is when you discover how many errors there are in what you thought was your impeccable work. (note to the rest of us who may not be so well off financially: do your best at editing and if you know someone with a lot of time on their hands, has grammar skills, and is a REAL good friend, they can help you edit. Just having friends read your book to help find the errors works fairly well too). You get that second draft done and you’ve got a book, then the real work begins. All that stuff about more editing, marketing, sales, etc.–you know the fun stuff.

Now then here’s another caveat; however, a real one this time: you can submit a non-fiction book proposal to publishers before your book is complete and if they love the idea, they will pay you an advance and will publish it upon completion. If the advance is large enough, the money buys the writer time in which to write. There is a real art to creating an effective book proposal as you might guess and it’s something any writer who doesn’t have a publisher as a close friend must do at some point if they want to get published. However, you can choose the route I did and self-publish to build a fan base and draw the attention of a publisher or agent. Just stuff to think about. But don’t think about it too long, it doesn’t matter what route you choose. What matters is you want to/are going to write a book.

Thanks for asking the question. This was pretty cool to write. I trust you’ll find it useful.

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Veteran’s Day

Posted by Gary on Nov 11, 2010 in Gary R. Moor, author | 0 comments

Honoring Fathers on Veteran’s Day

Ray B. Moor died 23 August, 1989 in Astoria Oregon’s old Columbia Memorial Hospital building. I still have dreams with him alive and well in his early forties when he could still climb a 90 ft. pole as a telephone lineman for Pacific Northwest Bell.

He joined the Marines at the age of 19 to fight the Japanese in WWII. He served in the 2nd Marine Division, fighting at Tarawa, Saipan, Tinian and as reserve at Okinawa where he endured Kamikaze attacks aboard a troop transport. On Tarawa he saw thousands of men die on an atoll he said, “You could throw a rock across.” He came in with the 10th Regiment, (or 10th Marines as regiments are known) as part of a 105mm howitzer crew and provided artillery support.

On Saipan, in the 3rd battalion, still 10th Marines, he fought during some of the heaviest combat in WWII during Lt. General Yoshio Saito’s final, desperate bonzai charge. The 10th bore the brunt of the attack, with the 3rd and 4th battalions holding their positions after the attack overran two Army battalions. Because the Japanese were so close, as PFC Robert A. Olsen (pg 230, Follow Me, Story of the Second Marine Division in WWII) said, “The gunners of the pieces were firing at less then 4/10th of a second, time fire. When the fuses could not be set fast enough, they fired ricochet fire, by lowering the muzzles and bouncing the shells off the ground. . . .”

One of my favorite photos as a kid from Follow Me! (Not Dad)

He told many harrowing combat stories to my sister and I, which we listened to as though watching a really great war movie: of .50 caliber machine gun fire literally tearing Japanese soldiers apart, of sitting in a foxhole during an all-night mortar attack with a bloody, chunky rain of his exploded buddies falling on him. That one changed him permanently, as did accidentally shooting a Japanese prisoner in the head with a .45 at no more than arm’s length. He kept the photo of that soldier and his wife taken before the war. I still have it.

As he neared death, succumbing to prostate cancer, he retold many of these stories to me, but did not leave out the terror, regret, or overwhelming guilt at having survived. I’m sure the retelling with authenticity provided some relief, a coming to terms with is life. He died peacefully and I suspect relieved it was all finally over. He adored Adrienne, my wife at the time, and our 3 year-old daughter Talus. Adrienne considers him her father, though she knew him only a short time.

My father did his job raising my sister and I splendidly. We knew he loved us, as a fierce warrior we knew he would protect us and we worshiped him. After the divorce, caring for us alone, he would wake us up each morning playing reveillie from a sound effects record and if we weren’t out of bed soon enough he’d play the battle sounds at full blast. I’d wait just so he would play the battle sounds.

Oh boy, I sure miss him. As a veteran myself now with my own children going forth into their own lives, I feel his presence in me, providing an important part of my core strength.

I watch new movies and TV series I know he’d love and wish just for an hour or so we could sit there together and watch, then talk. I know he’d love my novels.

I will write much more of Ray B. Moor in the future, but that’s enough for now on this Veteran’s Day.

Design of Being Human

Posted by Gary on Nov 7, 2010 in Gary R. Moor, author | 0 comments

Elders and mentors have an irreplaceable function in the life of any community. Without them, the young are lost – their overflowing energies wasted in useless pursuits. The old must live in the young like a grounding force that tames the tendency toward bold but senseless actions and shows them the path of wisdom. In the absence of elders, the impetuosity of youth becomes the slow death of the community.

Malidoma Patrice Some

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The recent elections provided some impetus for me to once again inquire into what is the design of being human. What part of us is a result of our upbringing and the stories we use to make sense of this experience of life, and what part is actual design, as in underlying structure, genetics, a portion of the mechanism of the universe? It’s a big conversation begun in this website’s About pages.

Here’s a story I have about humans: I contend that humans have evolved to live within a tribal context, it’s where our lives work well. We are designed to live within a tribe. We’ve done so for perhaps 200,000 years. This brand new (approximately 10,000 years) way of living within civilizations is antithetical to tribes, and literally so considering the genocide of aboriginal peoples such as the Native Americans. We have not adapted well to this new way of living. In fact we are killing ourselves and as much of the other life around us as possible. War, disease, crime, pollution, overpopulation, etc. are problems endemic to all civilizations. I’d go so far as to say these problems are not problems so much as the actual earmarks of civilization. They are the fabric of civilizations and as long as we live within the context of civilization, we will never overcome them. We live in a box, a context, a viewpoint called civilization out of which we cannot see. I’m expanding a bit here on what I began in the About page on evolution.

I assert that the glue holding this particular context of civilization together is what we value,  that which is important to us as a culture. Notice what is important to civilized humans worldwide. We value money, differences in status, wealth, skin color and are driven by our religions. Consider that poverty and the fear of having no surviving offspring is the machinery of overpopulation. In some countries impoverished parents sell their children in order that the rest of their children have a better chance at survival. Consider that money can only have value if poverty exists.  Scarcity of resources gives money value.  Money can only have value as long as it is relatively scarce, as long as it is available in abundance to only a few. All the rich people in the world and all the vast corporations and all the government leaders are but a few compared to the billions who struggle every day to pay their bills or simply survive. The more money borrowed by the U.S. government from the Federal Reserve Bank devalues our currency, hence inflation. Essentially the U.S. government creates money from nothing in order to pay its bills and each time our money becomes worth less. The more money, the less it is worth. However, the value we put on money exists simply by agreement. It has no intrinsic value whatsoever. So what we value is actually an abstract thought that replaces things that have real value, such as our machines, our skills, our very lives.

Of course we value the lives of our families, most of us actually care for our children, but notice how practically everything in our culture runs counter to this and makes it a real struggle. Most of us have jobs requiring nearly all of our time and attention just to keep them, so we can at least pay the bills, feed and protect our families. In most families in America nowadays it doesn’t work to have only one parent working. In many other countries, everyone in the family must work to just stay alive. Perhaps most importantly, as a family in an advanced, industrialized culture, we are on our own, other than a few extended families whose members support each other. Each family unit, or single adult (unless homeless) has their own housing, vehicle, their appliances and provides everything for themselves from emotional support to having to buy help in a time of crisis from insurance companies, hospitals, mental health professionals, or various government institutions. As children reach adolescence and grow into adulthood most have no other devoted adults in their life but their parents. A large portion of them have only one parent. In all the years I’ve worked with teenagers, mostly boys, far and away the parent who usually goes missing, or should go missing is the father. Young men can only guess at what it is to be a man. As with young women they have to make it up as they observe their peers, the media, school, etc. But most of them certainly do not have anyone outside their isolated family unit devoted to assisting them in growing up. That requires a huge amount of work and commitment few outside the family have time for because they’re too busy trying to get through it all themselves–they had few people to guide them when they grew up.

You know what? I think I’m gonna pause here. That’s a lot to take in. I’ll get back to this shortly. For now I’ll leave you with this thought: humans remain in survival mode, we have evolved little in the past 50,000 years–all our technological toys and what we know makes little difference with regard to evolution. We’ll move on to what I see a tribe as, resource based economies, and that our salvation as a species may lie with the aboriginal people we’ve been so busy murdering for ten thousand years.

Make Your Voice Heard

Posted by Gary on Oct 26, 2010 in Freedom, Gary R. Moor, author, Human Evolution, Leadership, Tribal Connections | 0 comments

RT What would it take to elect an official who hunted wolves from a helicopter and abandoned her governorship of Alaska? How embarrassing to be an American if we allow that to happen. How resigned, credulous and ignorant would we have to be? It may be a fun video to watch, (video shared on Facebook urging us ever-so-gently to vote) but actually–and I mean really–consider what would happen if someone like Sarah Palin became president. Can you remember George W’s eight years in office perchance–two wars we’re still fighting and a crippled economy? President Obama’s election revealed that if we do not allow the handful of raving lunatics and corporate parasites who support people like Palin to dominate the voting booths, miracles can happen. We can get out there again and have our voice heard, get enough votes in to make it really difficult for these people to cheat again.

Two things inspired me, rousing me out of my resignation and cynicism about our republic: President Obama’s election and my son Colwyn’s passionate devotion to the political process. Colwyn is working twelve hour days managing the phone banks at former governor Kitzhaber’s Portland campaign headquarters. He is a volunteer. He showed up and started working a few weeks ago. He did such a great job they made him a manager within the first week. I’ve visited the headquarters and the campaign leadership fell all over themselves to shake my hand because I was Colwyn’s dad. Yesterday his team of 80 people contributed the bulk of 150,000 phone calls and 22,000 contacts made state-wide.

Now I realize this may come across as fear tactics, which is how Americans sell almost everything to other Americans. But how I look at this comes from my time as an Air Force pilot. I didn’t really fear dying, I feared that I would screw up and be judged a poor pilot by my peers. We humans have evolved this massive brain, giving us by default stewardship of this planet. I would be mightily ashamed if we flew this into the ground and killed ourselves off after such a short time here, simply because we allowed a small group of elite, money/power-grubbing parasites to get what they want. Do we have peers? You bet, and if we last long enough to become interstellar travelers we’ll meet some of them.

You may notice a 10,000 year old pattern of history. Once this parasitic elite consolidates its power and influence, the civilization they rule is destroyed. We fought a world war to unseat three groups of them in the last century. Trust me, a majority of the people living in Germany, Italy and Japan saw it coming, but did little to stop it.

I just finished reading the book Enola Gay, the story of the Manhattan Project and the destruction of Hiroshima and Nagasaki by atomic bomb. The 50 million degree fireball initially produced by those bombs is perfectly correlated to the all-consuming fire that is running our lives in western civilization. We have energetically consumed everything we could get our hands on, and it would seem we have done so simply by virtue of the fact that we could. This is a matter of evolution, of the spirit and ritual. What is called for is the cooling wisdom and reconciliation of water. Think outside the box. Question deeply your most deeply held beliefs . . . and get the fuck out there and vote.

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