insane-chaotician

Let us examine the lyrics to the cult classic, space western firefly through the lens of depression. The name itself firefly has an odd notion to it. Points of light floating haphazardly in the dark. Seeking someone else. Short lived. "Take my love, take my land" The above line indicates a willingness to give up worldly possessions and worldly desires. Land, in the west, is typically the penultimate possession. It represents dominion and a place of permanence in the physical realm. Love by contrast is the greatest emotion that can be experienced. It represents companionship and completion. The terms soul mate and better half strongly imply

Grand and majestic, rising out of the flat wooden world. A gentle slope leading to a peak unmatched. A white and glossy olympus mons. And equally as dead. Crevasses that once were boiling rivulets of some long forgotten meaning, The tides that shaped such a mountain frozen in time. It stands in stark contrast to the iron base that contained the flood. At the zenith is a crater, still warm. The energy that once burned so brightly, now fading, now cooling, now dying. And standing straight and tall and proud in the center, Charred and stiff, The wick. A long, wispy tail of smoke curls its way to heaven. Bearing with it the memory of

Do Human's really want freedom? Obviously, the knee jerk response is a resounding "hell yes!" But let's think about it a little more in depth shall we? Freedom, is defined to be: a state in which somebody is able to act and live as he or she chooses, without being subject to any, or to any undue, restraints and restrictions. Throughout the course of history, people have put themselves into positions to in fact limit their freedom. There are very few who actually want to be able to "do as they please." More often than not, a person would rather be cowed into a situation than take responsibility and do something. Humans are creatures of instit

Though few of this generation have heard of him, much less read him, Dr. Benjamin Spock has greatly influenced our emotional development. Granted, Doctor Spock's research and writings on child psychology have had positive results: treating children as individuals, be affectionate and so forth. Unfortunately, this is also one of the few times that the slippery slope argument had any merit. After his child rearing reforms were generally accepted, overbearing head examiners opened the floodgates and literally threw out the baby with the bath water. In today's nanny goat society, any form of discipline bordering on the physical is regarded as c

There it sits on the bar, Each man to his own poison. A tall dark glass for some, And a short clear tumbler for others. We can only drink so much Befuddle our senses, Slowly draining our minds. Finally we're left with the dregs, Disfiguring the wooden patterns below. Bitter dregs and sweet drops. That's all that's left. Some know the barkeep. They order another round, And the memories return. But others had to leave. And were left with bitter dregs and sweet drops. The bars are closed to them. They wander about, Searching for something to fill the glass. But it drains out onto the street. And we're still left with bitter d