Just a breath away

“A hipster would never admit that they are a hipster,” said someone who knows what they’re talking about. The lack of imagination in this day in age must also play in context with the ridiculously creative imaginations that are churning out idea after idea. There are more people playing the game than ever before. And when this happens, there’s a greater chance of disillusionment in the statistics of turning an idea into a successful concept. Most of the bases have been covered, nearly all the mountains have been climbed. Regardless of the original idea that hangs in the balance of our imagination, it is likely that someone somewhere else has taken that idea and put it to use, most of the time not very well. The other day, I sat around with a few others on a brick laid patio in Columbus talking of potential business ideas. One person mentioned an idea of starting a website that only sold black socks and then allowing that to take off like any other web start-up. Sure enough, there’s already a justblacksocks.com out of the UK (there’s also, interestingly enough, a subscription service for socks on another website). Whether or not this is coincidence is up for debate, but the point is that just a little idea with so much enthusiasm loses most of its steam as soon as it is learned that someone else is doing it. Originality may not even be possible in this day and age. Unless we look at it differently, there’ll continue to be growth in the field of hipsterdom.

One of the local gas stations just sold $900 worth of lottery tickets from one buyer. Now this person may have been purchasing for a group of people, but that only adds to my point. Again the lottery is above half a billion dollars and the news shows stock footage of the previous big drawing about six months ago. The mere act of purchasing a lotto ticket, which of course I did, is hinged upon that idea of what your life would be like after winning. “I would do this or I would do that” conversation could go on all day with the many stating they’ll give it to charity in an attempt to improve their karma and lead them toward a deserving win. The odds are not worth going into because far too many of our decisions these days are based upon bad odds. One act in particular stands out and it is the drive for financial security. Of course this has been mentioned before here or on OpenDoorRapport but it remains a thought provoking point. How many ideas are given up on because they do not follow a trend or because they do not seem to have a high probability of working out?

Fear of moving forward without guarantees drives modern civilization. We demand guarantees on just about every product and dismiss those that do not pay off. However, we also seek lifestyles that guarantee security in the form of health insurance and a steady paycheck. There is no harm in this, but it can be crippling to the imaginative spirit. Most creativity involves a level of destruction and failure. These risks can be the result of undertaking a business idea, a documentary project, a fundraiser for charity, a political campaign, and even reaching out to new circles of people. A far greater risk is becoming a product that is traded on the company floor (and it already may be too late if you look into some of the tactics of political strategists that assigned likelihood numbers to every single potential voter). Although it may be necessary to get from one place to the next and a much better option than many other people have in this world. What’s paramount is to not remain in this state for long periods of time due to the possibility of creativity being drowned out by the security these companies provide. Some of the most successful projects in history have started with just a whisper and grew into a raging storm of accomplishment. In between though, there had to be a point in which the decision to move forward was just a breath away. This can come in the form of simple encouragement, however gurus and sponsors are always quicker to provide that additional confidence. As quickly as something can turn toward greatness, it can very easily turn toward defeat and abandonment. Keep in mind that it took 39 failed variations of water displacement chemical mixtures before they settled with WD-40.

Middle America

You’ve heard it time and time again in political rhetoric about the foundation of American strength: the middle class. Both presidential campaigns believe that this group makes up to $200,000 or $250,000 a year, which is outrageous when you look at the break down of incomes across the board. In fact, there are just over five million households in America (out of 114 million) that generate an income over $200,000 a year, and that includes those making millions. Middle income is a little closer to the median of the country, which is somewhere around $50,000, with a vast majority of households plus/minus $20,000. Instead going on about the exact numbers (if you’re curious, look HERE – worksheet from the census website), let’s think about why we’re so obsessed with this notion of the middle class.

Every American can be what they want to be, right? Sure there’s enough opportunity out there for all the hard working individuals to achieve some measure of success. The perception is skewed beyond a healthy level. Believing in a better day to come is a wonderful attitude. But generalizing what it means to “make it in America” as some arbitrary financial summit probably will stunt the real growth we should be striving for. Most political points are dead-end philosophies and those who are so worried about the economy must ask how, during these awful times, is it that Americans are spending $370,000,000 on costumes for their pets?

Misplaced anger, that’s the term we must really think about once this election is over. People are screaming and crying about how one candidate will surely lead us toward an end of days. Instead of arguing over which policy makes more sense, the conversation has been reduced to mere childish remarks about how the math doesn’t add up or how government doesn’t create jobs. Federal, state, and local government employ 20,000,000 Americans and indirectly are responsible for the remaining jobs in the country. Stability, a road network for all those commercial trucks, National Parks, incentives, rebates, write-offs, human rights, libraries, bridges, and countless unseen amenities are provided without interruption. These things are not guaranteed for all time. They will require leaders who possess the ability to be consistent and a willingness to be unpopular.

Another term that encompasses a lot of this frustrating discourse is radical individualism. The game of life is not fair. Just because someone loses does not mean they have not worked hard enough. People get hurt. Droughts and floods are a reality. It only takes a handful of instances to disrupt an entire community. Crime, sickness, and frustration exist and persist because we’ve had to learn to do more with less. An entire generation grew up in a comfortable, yet volatile time. This has caused bipolar exasperation for someone to take care of business despite how much harm it causes someone else. But when they see the hurt on their end, it just boomerangs back even harder until people become so heartless that they are willing to kill for land.

So back to the middle class, to middle America. There’s no such thing, at least when it comes to income. Now, when it comes to a group of people that want to ensure a quality of life for each other, then that’s something else. It is far more interesting anyway to hear of plans that are inclusive, but for the right reasons. People easily grow out of touch with what they do not see every day. It is simply true and is not any indication of, or lack there of intelligence. Millionaire politicians cannot pretend to know how someone lives just by meeting them once, or even by meeting hundreds of them two or three times. Leading requires humility and the ability to listen. Many of them figure that if they build up a staff who can remember enough and organize efficient campaigns that they’ll win just by learning the cliff notes. The elections of today are designed to pull quick ones over the majority of people by convincing they that they have their interests at heart.

We are going through a transition. The news media is weak due to their inability to come to grip with the internet. Journalists used to create the standard and today they fact-check. Most of it, beyond any other time in recent memory, is skewed by personalities desperate to become commentary celebrities. Take this into account and believe that better days will come, but we’ll have to work for them. And it will take more than one or two four year terms.

Where are we going? (video)

“Profiles of everybody in that data.” New York Times link. Eleven years, trillions of dollars, NDAA, too many lives, too much upheaval, radiation scans at airports, et cetera all the while politicians sling mud in all directions. Taking a moment to honor those who have fallen to safeguard freedom, everyone should think again about the balance of security and freedom.

“That’s not very aloha”

Dry desert heat is a constant for workers at McCarran International Airport. The stair car delicately approaches the Bombardier CRJ700 out of Los Angeles. An irritable young traveler stumbles on the tarmac after rushing down the stairs in an attempt to create a breeze to shake off the jet lag. The inside of the terminal is not much of an improvement other than the faux-fresh casino air that must have been imported from another part of town to welcome visitors to the largest amusement park in the world. Once the young traveler is beyond the slot machines adjacent to the “Welcome to Las Vegas” sign, he hurries on down to the shuttle and waits for the sliding doors to open. Standing there in the dismal morning, he wonders how much of it was true dissatisfaction or if it was simply exhaustion due to a red eye across the eastern Pacific from Hawai’i. The Kona International Airport is the most unlikely place for any traveler to find their inner anger and bitterness, yet just a week earlier, the young traveler remembered the wild housewife scene.

They must have been on the same flight, but who could remember or care after landing, he thought to himself as he stared at this middle aged woman who was yelling expletives at her husband while a teenager with iPod headphones on attempted to look indifferent. “He just told us to walk over here,” she yapped. “Now, he’s picking people up over there!” The shuttle driver from a car rental agency had apparently suggested the family move from one pick-up area down fifty or so yards to another one for reasons beyond over-thinking. This was way too much for her to handle. “I’m calling them. This is ridiculous!” The young traveler distracted by the disgruntled family failed to notice the mountain rising above the clouds a couple miles inland. The Big Island, as it is called because of confusion that it’s name is actually Hawai’i, is much more rural than the other islands of Hawai’i, has large active volcanoes, and a green beauty to rival many similar places in the world. After getting away from the negative energy some people subconsciously bring wherever they go, the young traveler drove his rental car to Kaloko-Honokohau National Historical Park to visit with his friend.

The dirt road off Queen Kaahumanu Highway is riddled with potholes and volcanic rock. Approaching the gravel parking lot, the young traveler finally gets a view of a beach and the light blue water of the Pacific Ocean. A dozen or so vehicles lined a no mortar wall that stretched from one end of the lot to the other, which was about the size of a basketball court. His friend, a park ranger, stood behind a pickup truck next to a local Hawai’ian woman and her black retriever. “You’re walking into some drama,” the friend said to the young traveler. Curious and confused, the traveler waited to hear more. “Yea, I took the day off,” said the Hawai’ian. His friend and the woman discussed domestic issues of having to give an eviction notice to another Hawai’ian who was now threatening to bring her brothers and cousins over for a show of force. “She says I’m not Hawai’ian enough,” said the woman in a saddened tone. “I don’t want to provoke anything, but when you threaten me, well, that’s when I’ve got to stand my ground.” The intensity was unexpected, but thrilled the young traveler who kept looking around to the ocean and then back to the mountain through the canopy of coconut trees that lined the opposite side of the parking lot.

The shuttle doors opened up and knocked out the flashback. People filed in without notice of each other and the tram took off from one part of the Las Vegas airport to the passenger and luggage pickup area an unknown distance away. It was probably the exhaustion, the young traveler thought as he watched the blur of concrete and steel before the tram came to a stop. Every place has the same sort of conflict. The only difference is how people choose to deal with them with density playing a significant role. Vegas, Spanish for meadows or fertile plains, used to have a naturally supported ecosystem before its wild history attracted gamblers, gangsters, and the Hoover dam’s illusion of sustainability. Hawai’i is not much different in that a once sustainable island was modernized to the point of living paycheck to paycheck. The entire state runs on diesel generators and even though the Big Island used to be home to one of the largest cattle ranches in the world, milk now runs eight dollars a gallon.

Vegas on the other hand is cheap. Everything is inexpensive, especially the collapsed housing market. These neighborhoods are walled off to prevent dust from settling under the doors and window frames, but it gives the appearance of feudal capitalism while the lights of the casinos blot out any stars in the sky. Dismal looking individuals, mostly Mexican immigrants, flick little cards as you pass them on the boiling sidewalks. The young traveler is amused by the prostitution advertising on the cards, but comes back to reality after seeing them litter the streets and into the sewers that little children walk over. In retaliation for the decadence and aqua-ignorance, he sneaks into Caesar’s Palace’s large swimming pool. Complete with white Romanesque pillars and a waterfall covered bar, the entire area screams end of days. Visitors are out of shape wage slaves who found some time in their preoccupied lives to stay in the middle of the desert. It’s near impossible not to be overcome by the indoor canals of the Venetian, the magnificent fountains of the Bellagio, the Eiffel tower, New York skyline, and dozens of other faux-decors.

Shuffling back to Hawai’i, the young traveler remembers what made it superior. Forget the beaches and spectacular weather. Forget the taste of fresh Pacific cuisine. Many of the beaches are imported sand from China and the fish is, well fish. The people, oh the people. Even visitors to Hawai’i can be bitter, but locals know how to stay Aloha, which means many things beyond hello. Compassion, the breathe of life, love, all these things and more build the foundation of Hawai’ian philosophy. Many natives still believe in the non-ownership of land. “We belong to the world. The world does not belong to us.” Many new faces come in year after year in attempt to build new resorts that skirt the law and bring in new species of plant because they look pretty, but inadvertently spread flora disease. For all the problems, the people stay positive and upbeat ready to enjoy each day despite the vog, a new volcanic fog that has descended upon the Big Island from a volcanic explosion a few years back. Better to get it all out, preferably in moderation, than let it build to the point of eruption. Still, nobody, no machine, nothing can predict what the planet will do next. In the long run, living in the moment with perspective is superior to gambling for a richer future. As Ten Bears often said in Dances with Wolves, let’s talk a little more about this and enjoy the fire we share.

 

Jumping from the moon

Returned to Ohio after 8,700 road miles and 5,000 air miles.

Part One

The rental car’s tires melted outside of Houston. Bats swarmed under a bridge and over treelines in Austin. A Texan prison guard warned of imminent danger in New Orleans. Hundreds of new border patrol vehicles sit collecting dust in parking lots along the highway while 1991 Chevys rush across interstate ten with hunched over Mexicans in the back thinking of good days to come. The nearly 1,000 mile drive from Phoenix, Arizona to Austin, Texas was a pleasant struggle against ophthalmological exhaustion. Tiny deer and the occasional coyote scamper along the 80 mph highway.

Every place is the same, as are the people and things that fill the void between landmarks. You bring you wherever you go. The mystic quality of travel is that you will be able to learn more or understand yourself better. The “what do you want” will be answered. Anyone who’s been there and back knows that concept is rubbish. It does not take a thousand miles of wandering to find yourself. Those who disagree know themselves enough to believe that whatever they are doing is right and true. And there is nothing wrong with that. But to believe you must go somewhere or experience something or simply travel aimlessly to find that ultimate answer is recipe for disappointment and confusion. Still, there is the rare instance in which you may return from your wandering and realize how fortunate you are in the grand scheme of 7 billion people on Earth. Create one of those gratitude lists and smile.

People have made their way to just about every place in this world and beyond only to discover that salvation lies elsewhere. It is amazing how open travelers are with strangers, yet these same talkers find it nearly impossible to share the same sentiment with their neighbors back home. The world is a big place and we all have a right to experience it as we wish. Then there’s that next place…”We choose to go to the moon. We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard.” The other things are often forgotten, but it all goes hand in hand. How do we learn? What’s next?

After nearly 9,000 miles of road travel around the mighty USA, the one constant is that there is something here worth fighting for. There is something everywhere worth fighting for and depending on who you are, there is significant differences in opinion as to which place is worth most. Just like people, at least in theory, “we hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal,” places hold the same truth. Home can be on a volcanic island, an abandoned town cut off by mountains and distance, an urban condo, a shotgun house in New Orleans, or the road itself. America must remember itself. American people can choose to go places and do other things for the mere challenge. Home is America. America is home. The greatness always comes from the people and is the responsibility of every caring citizen.

Circumambulate

Dry heat in the wet season of New Mexico shakes up dust and sends it our way. Day 17 of the Wild Harmony on the road book tour. Meddle plays Echoes from the radio while we drive by $3.12 a gallon. Hospitality and friendship have been the saving concepts behind this entire adventure. A shout out to those who helped make this trip happen: the kickstarter backers, the families who welcomed us before and along the way, as well as all other supporters.

Manhattan, Kansas provided warmth and stories of today’s mechanized fighting force at Fort Riley. Steamboat Springs, Colorado was a festival of welcoming bookstores and transient workers who guided river during the day and ventured the hot springs at night. San Francisco, California saved us from exhaustion after sleeping in the car outside of Yosemite and the good people there directed us to all the important sites in the city along the Beat Museum where visitors from all over the world may stumble upon Wild Harmony. Japanese visitors on a fishing boat around Alcatraz bought the book and are taking the first copies to the land of the rising sun. After a quick walkabout (circumambulate) of the Golden Gate, the book tour divided in two. One drove south on the One to Los Angeles beyond Big Sur and into Joshua tree. The other flew to Hawaii and found some bookstores along with connections for further adventure.

The professional Pokemon player on the airplane made little sense, although his parents from East Africa must have found the tournament of champions in Kona to be amusing. They were from western Canada and the young player wants to be a firefighter later in life. On the big island, there was no sign of the card players. Tourists milled about on beaches with sand imported from China. Milk is $8 a gallon and gas around $4.20, although California was $4.35 per gallon. The people of Hawai’i have a culture beyond all seen in Hollywood. The Buddhist temple in the red zone sits unscathed surrounded by burnt out land cover by hardened black lava. After the volcano, the book tour reunited in Las Vegas for a sneak-in swim at Caesar’s palace before retiring to Yaki Point in the Grand Canyon.

On through Flagstaff, Sedona, Phoenix, and Tucson, Arizona is experiencing their wet season. The river washes are sun baked and few people know where their water comes from when asked in the 100 degree heat. The neighborhoods are walled up to prevent dust from penetrating the doors and clouding up family rooms. Air conditioning is coal powered. And then there’s the cacti…to be continued

I heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’

Looks like heaven. Load the elephant gun with buckshot and hunt down those who would steal everything of value from you. Chew through the nonsense and deteriorating system to understand a new way to live with each other in Wild Harmony as incarnates, the one’s who save all souls and keep the balance moving forward along the lines of common knowledge and innovative thoughts. You understand? Thirty days cut in half was and is an achievement of discipline and forward motion. Seek those who inspire action for leadership or at least mentorship in this world we hardly have enough time to truly realize and experience. No one person will ever experience all that another has. Sure there’ll be similarities, which will seem as if you both have been through the same thing. The reality never matches the description of the event.

Sharing what you know or have seen with another person is nearly impossible. Only in emergencies do people truly work together with the best of all their talents. I guess that also happens when people go and work for a corporation. Maybe that’s the attraction? Knowing that what you do during the day is more than just another day of work. The danger there is the blurred line between personal life and work life. Corporations do not intentionally demand their employees promote an ethic of growth. Universal access to e-mail and text messages gives just about anyone with opposable thumbs the ability to make decisions on the go. No longer are the days of exchanging correspondence and memos to announce meetings on other company updates.

Today, every corporate employee opens up his or her e-mail in the morning to find at least 42 messages, some important, most not. The very action of looking through all the spam dominates the attention of millions of people every day. The idea is that it saves time and secretarial duties. The actual effect does not follow this strange goal. People are cut off from each other more than ever. Cellular signals dominate the airspace to the point of hardly ever finding a street with people mingling around in conversation. We have instant updates on the lives of hundreds around us. We even know about the vaguest acquaintances and then somehow manage to feel self-righteous about typing “happy birthday” in a little box within a page of other meaningless information.

We no longer make house calls. We have no idea how to meet in person without having a cell phone in our pocket ready to distract us at the first moment of irrelevant news. This comedy is getting boring and heading down a path with less favorable views and opportunity. Corporations will continue to sell us the most amazing toys, which will then inadvertently cause us to spend more money than we make, creating a generation of indentured servants. They say that after you pay $50,000 over the course of ten years, that you may then begin to collect all of your salary. These ‘theys’ need to be rooted out and destroyed from our cosmic psyche. The term ‘incarnate’ is simply a way to describe the ideal mindset of the modern day philosopher king. Here are the facts: around seven billion people rise and fall each day to live within their dwelling and consume water and other calories to sustain their personal habits. The world has gotten to the point in which thirty percent of habitants consume seventy percent of the resources.

The American dream is and has always been in flux. The constant affirmation with each new generation of young thrill seekers is to demand change and reconcile with mistakes. Very often, change is demanded, but reconciliation remains far off. Building wealth and the definition of success on the foundation of large houses and 401k retirement plans is bound to lead to utter devestation for most of the planet. There is not enough to go around for everyone. Insurance only works when money is paid out over time, never in one big installment. The numbers do not work with the old way of perceiving what way of life is best for the times. The incarnate generation have grown up with technological advances that topped previous millennia. Instead of collectively learning, personal computers dominated the norm and left the physical activity to CYO basketball tournaments. Access to these toys has opened young minds to the miraculous diversity of experiences and lifestyles.

Tolerance is a word this generation does not understand because everything was out in the open at the beginning. The dark habits of the past still exist and persist because many of these malleable nubile minds had the channel on ‘Jesus is Lord’ and limited conversational ability of their missionary parents. People have always met impossible situations with unrealistic solutions. Batman succeeded by causing the Joker’s arrest, but that only led to greater insanity by the criminal minds. Religions indoctrinate the masses to pacify their inner-ape, but then hypocrites take control and cause the suffering and confusion of open minds. If the Lord is your shepherd, why is it so unacceptable to ask if there is anything that could make the whole journey better? Happier? Simplifying the complex is a natural habit leading to the spread of knowledge.

Time goes on regardless of short-cuts and there are no checkpoints along the adventure of life. Open invitations are in short supply when it comes to the bus to figuring how the American system operates. There are those who know and don’t care. Then, there are those who care, but don’t know. An honest person of basic logic would immediately guide these people together in order to get the best of both worlds. Unification is impossible without some changes mandated by the opposing force. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction to offset the minuscule change in the cosmos. The action of one person very often does not lead to excitement.

Together in teams, people have the capacity to achieve some of the greatest human feats. Only alone does one possess the ability to know thyself. When the stars align with the game, the world appears so much more exciting, highly worthy of improvement, and desperately in need of people who know how to learn from mistakes and stay teachable into the twilight of their life. The world is unforgiving with absolutely no sign of human values or religion. Society does not need any more logistical support. It is time now for divergent thinking that may be more costly, but could lead to a better engine for a successful and sustainable life. Large rocks remain dry in the center no matter how long they sit upon the ocean floor.

People are people. They are not condensable into any form or definition. The meaning of life comes up far too often in deep thought. Any effort for further research and thinking outside the box is a step in the right direction. The path is long and indefinite. Hikers are recommended to travel in groups when heading through the backcountry and to let the rangers know when they head in and when they head out. Simple precautions always prevent some fatal accidents. Together, hikers are able to sustain their own efforts and even be of service to those who foolishly trek the journey alone. Some have brought up the 100th monkey effect, which basically says that after 100 monkeys within a specie learn how to do something, then it will magically spread to the rest of them. They have studies from strange experiments to support this theory. Applying it to human behavior is easy, especially when it comes to the new way of learning things through the internet social forums.

Personal life interjects throughout the entire process. Work life now extends to personal life with all the available information and vacation 2009 album out in the open for all to see. Once a year, after the first year, corporate bosses distribute two-weeks paid vacation to thousands of employees who have committed 40 hours a week, plus many unpaid overtime hours, and sacrificed their dreams to develop overrated hobbies. These 14 days can be life changing. Or they might be disguised as reboot corporate time with blackberries on the beaches. Years fly by quick as one generation becomes older and a new generation enters the peak performance. Spikes and outliers never follow the relatable trends and rarely over-think their ability to think.

Rank, glory, recognition, these and a great many other rewards flank those who rise above everyone else. After twisting many wigs in the forgotten audience, some people take a moment to look around at each other into the depths of their soul’s desire to be the center of the universe. Existence is a subject with incredible ability to grow and this includes the practice of coming up with new ideas. Five hundred and sixty trillion is a ridiculously large number we can barely understand. If in truth, it is small in comparison to the whole, then we must accept that we do not know, nor will be ever know. Our only recourse and option for self-improvement is to trust each other with love. The collective knowledge of humanity is some freaky shit. Like a stubbed toe, it is easy to let a relatively small event cause a stir, which may even result in the body shutting down. Overfixation upon the best of the best neglects the lessons of mistakes and this is where the incarnate generation differs.

We have seen or have the ability to see more than any other in recent memory and must develop a particular set of skills: acceptance of subjectivity, interest in being interested, love of the sinner and understanding of the sin. Too many drive off in disgust whenever misfortune meets opportunity and blame circumstance for the loss. The image of the American dream takes on several nostalgic scenarios and includes contemporary visions of a better world. There are several options, all realistic, and each should be considered along the game of life to see if it is the proper fit. Some perfect matches do exist, but there is not enough time for all pieces to fit together within some planned out puzzle. Visions of true romance clutter expectations. Still these unrealistic goals are exactly what the world needs to explore the endless possibilities of humanity. The future belongs to those who will make the best of it and advance our civilization to the point of self-sustaining harmony.

Kindness and gentleness

We are not machines, we are people. Higgs boson is sometimes too complex for any person to fully understand. While so many see this discovery as further proof of our control over destiny and cosmic understanding, others point out that we are not getting any closer to figuring out why things are the way they are and that we are almost always better off, accepting what we believe as the best it is going to be. What do we believe? First off, there is hardly ever a “we believe.” Individually, we coexist with those who do not believe exactly what we believe. Who cares? Why must there be competition between beliefs. Secondly, is it even possible to prove a belief? Science and religion will always be with us because they serve as the balance to our comprehension of existence. Neither will ever fill the void of not knowing purpose or reasons, nor should they. People nearly always benefit from believing that they need more information, more assistance, and greater attention to self-improvement.

Systems thinking is not all that different from mechanistic thinking, however the big point emphasized is the individual’s ability to see the whole board rather than focusing on small inter-working parts. The world is complex and hard. And our instinctual makeup leads us to over-analyze the negative, sometimes even overbearing upon our optimistic thinking of the world. When a loved one dies, there is nothing that can lessen the pain. When we meet ten people, with nine smiling and shaking hands, but the tenth giving a dirty look and avoiding the handshake, we will definitely remember the tenth. Maybe it is simply a variation in what is expected. Still, it will dominate the other nine and ruin the happiness paradigm that should have been achieved from their positivism. Hoping everything will turn out the way we expected it is okay, but expecting the expected is bound to lead to trouble. And when we lose something, when we fail, it becomes incredibly easy to blame someone else and build up our anger to the boiling point. So much suffering comes from people believing they have less, blaming those who they believe to have more. This system is in trouble. Shootings, fraud, negativity, hate, debt, politicians, fear, and sadness. This system is so much more. Love, progress, innovation, happiness, adventure, nature, freedom, music, and people who know how to bring it all together.

Manipulate the world to be as great as it can be. That’s pretty simple. Yes. The world is easy to conceive of as complex and too large to save. However, if we apprehend our collective power and influence, then we can easily figure out means to improving the world for each other. All it takes is small individual moves in unison. Wild Harmony heads out next week for Dayton, St. Louis, Kansas City, Denver, Salt Lake City, and beyond. Help support a few hundred miles of the Tour. The impossible keeps getting further away to more we all work together. Peace.

What’s the point? What are you trying to do?

– – – OnTheRoadBookPodcast – – – Click to listen in new window. Ten minute conversation with Jim and Nate; Tom has been taken and the wire is compromised. Live and let live all you good people who will come along if you all get on the bus. Wild Harmony is here.

I forgot this scene ever existed. There is so much beauty in the world, but when looked at closely, there are some places of evil and despair. I do not know where those places all are or how to distinguish them from each other. In keeping with systems thinking, it is right to get angry over the way things are, but also important to keep calm and carry on. This is the way things have been done for thousands of years. We often forget that most of time and the rest of the world do not experience the same sensation of life as we do. Suburbia, sure it has spread to parts of Europe and other rich parts of the world. Look a little closer and you’ll see that the majority live in squalor with no guarantee for safety and/or happiness. Even in America, there is a great concern over our continued loss of freedom whether from debt to control and laws. Hunter S. Thompson would have a lot to say if he were here in his prime. His time is over though and we need to accept that. We’ll never forget the past, but it is better to learn from the past and not repeat mistakes than know and be the past, but continue to mess everything up. If you “look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark — that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.”