David Boles: Human Meme

And if he lived, what will the world have lost? Nothing. The love of wicked men converts to fear; That fear to hate, and hate turns one or both To worthy danger and deserved death.

Who decides if you fit or not? Fitting in the world is a personal decision that is often decided by others. Who are the gatekeepers for being part of a group? What happens when the self doesn't fit with the whole? How do we deal with Racists and Bigots who have determined the arc of history spins only toward them and against the best interest of everyone else?

Trust or don't trust? That's the basic question of the human condition. Are you untrusting, and cynical? Or are you trusting and gullible? The negotiation between two extremes is where the lively middle survives, and we owe it to each other to compromise, to get along, and to save ourselves from the collision of the future.

We take on ballast to even us out, not to make us heavier. Ballast is an important part of a divine life that requires acknowledgement, rapture, and the acceptance of a shifting landscape that worries too many lives. 

Staying healthy without a gym in the middle of a pandemic can be deadly! So why not create your own home gym? Strength! Cardio! Resistance! Stretching! We'll take a look at how to set up your own "Parallettes Paradise" in your living room to help you make it through Covid-19 in one, stronger, body!

Time is running out and we cannot stop our expiration. Time-shifting and time travel are not remedies against the hourglass. The mechanization of light has transformed us in various dark, and monstrous, ways.

Contempt is the enemy of We The People. Unfortunately, contempt is also the fashionable moral moment of decay today! There is a secret to dealing with, and removing, contempt in society, and you are invited to join this conversation about avoiding the contemporary rot of us.

We arrive safe from danger with these six simple words. We calm ourselves, and each other, with the direct dignity of truth. Here are those six magical words held together in a single sentence...

We have been falsely led to believe all voices matter. They do not. Some voices are practiced liars shedding the truth to cast dismay and doubt into the warp and woof of society. We stand alone in this fight to amend the record with reality because there's too much money to be made on the side, and too much power to be had in the middle -- and the uncharted result is the propagation of an untruthful plaster.

We live to thrive to be remembered beyond the rattling grave. The great human equalizer today is the ability to publish -- and to not be ignored or dismissed. In the arc of a single generation -- The Us of Us -- truly begins to matter anew as old ideas are reevaluated against fresh standards of thought, integration, and knowing before they naturally decay back into clay.

Returning home is more difficult than the first leaving. We search for the past, and yearn to find meaning in what was as the future compresses our sacred thoughts, and reveals our lost dreams. Entire political campaigns are based on exploiting this human need of a return to the familiar. Unfortunately, that place no longer exists, and the trick is played upon those who believed history can be resurrected merely by want and, by the cold fist of force.

Seeing a doctor online should be easier than visiting one in person. Unfortunately, that is not yet the case when it comes to Telemedicine. Today, you are at the mercy of a stranger who is set against you, following invisible policy, hoping for a payday, betting against the betterment of your health in the process. Yes, these are the tenets and the tar pits of today's Telemedicine. 

Community theatre brings people together -- for a price. Fame and glory do not arrive cheap. Making a name in the local theatre community often involves volunteerism, sacrifice, and a need to be recognized that transcends the economic logic of the day. The local Playhouse needs your blood, and mind, and the price you pay is -- not getting paid at all. Is the risk worth the salvage?

Here's a manifesto against deconstruction. Are we excused from being the better person because of petty disassociations from reality? If we do not offer shade on a sunny day, or protection from the rain in the gloaming -- who will? It is up to us, not them, to provide a comforting morality that is not just debased or actually superior, but merely, equal.

The Office lives among us. The lesson that television show teaches us is to know what questions to ask, and how we should choose to answer inquiries about character, motivation, fame and reticulation. We may not be funny, but we can always choose to be better. 

Now you know! Here are ten things that can help make your life better -- from shaving razors, to mineral water, to The Blues! 

A culture is always actively seeking re-definition. Things change. We are not what we were meant to become. The same is true for our stories. Where once "Tar Baby" may have been a childhood term of endearment in a folklore story from 1881, today, "Tar Baby" means entirely something else; and it is our duty to each other to learn the why of the difference when context changes.

"I support everybody because I say so." -- Everybody on the Internet. We live in a virtual world where talk tends to have more compunction power than the act of actually doing something. Listen to this call to change to move forward and to leave blood and bones split on the street.

The Hollow Men killed George Floyd. In 1925, poet T. S. Eliot wrote to expose, and to and warn us, against the invisible intentions of -- "The Hollow Men" -- and we, the people, have yet to heed his words; and so we are left behind with hunger, and anger, and illness festering in the stillborn breech between the visible and the hollow.

We have given up original thought for translation by computer. Where once we used to think progressively on our own, we now relinquish our independent thought process -- out of a warrant for a misplaced convenience -- to a mechanical process we do not control. Neural networks do not become us, they merely imitate the worst of us, and amplify our faults, temptations, and digressions in full view of the Panopticon.