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10,000 Days

Vicarious:

I own the TV, cause tragedy thrills me.
Whatever flavor it happens to be, like...
Killed by the husband.
Drowned by the ocean.
Shot by his own son.
She used a poison in his tea, then kissed him goodbye.
That's my kind of story.
It's no fun 'til someone dies.

Don't look at me like I am a monster.
Frown out your one face, but with the other...
Stare like a junkie into the TV.
Stare like a zombie, while the mother holds her child.
Watches him die. Hands to the sky crying, "Why, oh why?"

Cause I need to watch things die... from a distance.
Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies.
You all need it too, don't lie.

Why can't we just admit it?
Why can't we just admit it?
We won't give pause until the blood is flowing.
Neither the brave nor bold will write us the stories told,
We won't give pause until the blood is flowing.

I need to watch things die... from a good safe distance.
Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies.
You all feel the same, so why can't we just admit it?

Blood like rain come down.
Drum on grave and ground.

Part vampire.
Part warrior.
Carnivore and voyeur.
Stare at the transmittal.
Sing to the death rattle.

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-lie
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-lie
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-lie

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-lie

Credulous at best your desire to believe in angels in the hearts of men.
Pull your head on out your [?], give a listen...
Shouldn't have to say it all again.

The universe is hostile, so impersonal.
Devour to survive, so it is, so it's always been.

We all feed on tragedy.
It's like blood to a vampire.

Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies.
Much better you than I...


Jambi:

Here from the kings mountain view.
Here from the wild dream come true.
Feast like a sultan, I do.
On treasures and flesh never few.

But I...
I would...
Wish it, all away.
If I...
Thought I'd...
Lose you, just one day.

The devil and his had me down.
In love with the dark side I'd found.
Dabblin' all the way down.
Up to my neck soon to drown.

But you changed that all for me.
Lifted me up turned me round.
So I...
I... I... I...
I would...
I would...
I would wish this all away.

Prayed like a martyr dusk to dawn.
Begged like a hooker all night long.
Tempted the devil with my song.
And got what I wanted all along.

But I...
I would...
If I could...
I would.

Wish it away...
Wish it away...
Wish it all away...
Want to wish it all away.

No price you could hold sway,
Or justify my,
Giving away, my center.
So if I could I'd wish it all away.
If I thought tomorrow, would take you away.
You're my peace of mind, my own, my saturn.
Just try to hold on one more day.

[Dim/Damn] my eyes,
[Dim/Damn] my eyes,
[Dim/Damn] my eyes, if they should compromise,
Our fulcrum, what you need,
Divides me then I might as well be gone.

Shine on forever.
Shine on benevolent son.
Shine down upon the broken.
Shine until the two become one.

Shine on forever.
Shine on benevolent son.
Shine down upon the sever.
Shine until the two become one.

Divided I'm withering away.
Divided I'm withering away.

Shine down upon the many.
Light our way benevolent son.
Breathe in union,
Breathe in union,
Breathe in union,
Breathe in union,
Breathe in union,
So, as one, survive.
Another day and season.

Silence legion, save your poison.
Silence legion, stay out of my way.


Wings For Marie (Part 1):

You... You...
You believed.
You believed in moments none could see.
You believed in me.

A passionate spirit,
Uncompromised.
Boundless and open.
A light in your eyes that,
Ends all lies.

Vacant, broken,
Fell at the hands of those moments that I wouldn’t see.
Cause it was you who prayed for me too.
What have I done to be a son to an angel?
What have I done to be worthy?

Daylight dims leaving cold fluorescence.
Difficult to see you in this light.
Please forgive this selfish question, but...
What am I to say to all these ghouls tonight?

She never told a lie,
Well, might've told a lie.
But never lived one.

Didn’t have a life.
Didn’t have a life.
But surely saved one.
So I'm alright...
Now it’s time for us to let you go.


10,000 Days (Wings Part 2):

Listen to the tales and romanticize,
How we follow the path of the hero.
Boast about the day when the rivers overrun.
How we rise to the height of our halo.

Listen to the tales as we all rationalize,
Our way into the arms of the savior.
Feigning all the trials and the tribulations,
None of us have actually been there.
Not like you.

Ignorant flippants in the congregation.
Gather around spewing sympathy.
Spare me...
None of them can even hold a candle up to you,
Blinded by choices hypocrites won't seek.

But enough about the collective Judas'
Who could deny you were the one who illuminated.
You'll have a piece of the divine.

This little light of mine,
The gift you passed onto me.
I'll let it shine,
To guide you safely on your way.
Your way home.

What are they going to do when the lights go down?
Without you to guide them all to Zion?
What are they going to do when the rivers overrun?
Other than tremble incessantly.

High is the way, but our eyes are upon the ground.
You were the light, and the way, that they will only read about.
I only pray, heaven knows when to lift you out.

Ten thousand days in the fire is long enough.
You're going home.

You're the only one who can hold your head up high.

Shake your fist at the gates saying:
I have come home now.
Fetch me the spirit.
The son, and the father.
Tell them their pillar of faith has ascended.
It's time now, my time now.
Give me my, give me my, wings.

Give me my,
Give me my,
Give me my,
Give me my,
Give me my,
Give me my wings.

You are the light, a way.
That they will only read about.

Set as I am in my ways and my arrogance.
Burden of proof tossed upon non-believers.
You were my witness.
My eyes, my evidence.
Judith Marie, unconditional one.

Daylight dims leaving cold fluorescence.
Difficult to see you in this light.
Please forgive this bold suggestion...
Should you see your maker's face tonight.
Look him in the eye

Look him in the eye, and tell him.
I never lived a lie, never took a life.
But surely saved one, hallelujah.
It's time for you to bring me home.


The Pot:

Who are you to wave your finger?
You must have been out your head.
Eye-hole deep in muddy waters,
You practically raised the dead.

Rob the grave to snow the cradle,
Then burn the evidence down.
Soapbox house of cards and glass,
So don’t go tossing your stones around.

You must've been high.
You must've been high.
You must've been…

Foot in mouth and head up ass, so whatcha talking ‘bout?
Difficult to dance round this one, till you pull it out, boy.

You must've been so high.
You must've been so high.

Steal, borrow, reaper save your shady inference.
Kangaroo done, hung the juror with the innocent.

Now you're weeping shades of chosen indigo,
Got lemon juice up in your...
eye.

When you pissed all over my black kettle, you must've been high, high.
You must have been high, high.

Who are you to wave your finger? So full of it.
Eyeballs deep in muddy waters, fucking hypocrite.
Liar, lawyer, mirror show me, what’s the difference?
Kangaroo done, hung the guilty with the innocent.

Now you're weeping shades of chosen indigo,
Got lemon juice up in your...
High, eye.

When you pissed all over my black kettle, you must have been…

So who are you to wave your finger?
Who are you to wave your mighty fingers at me?
You must have been out your mind.

Weeping shades of indigo,
Shed without a reason,
Weeping shades of indigo…

Liar, lawyer, mirror, for ya, what’s the difference?
Kangaroo be stoned he's guilty, ask the government.

Now you're weeping shades of chosen indigo,
Got lemon juice up in your...
Eye. Eye.

When you pissed all over my black kettle,
You must've been high, high, high, high.
Eyeballs deep in muddy waters. Eyeballs deep in muddy waters.
Ganja police.
You must have been out your mind.


Lipan Conjuring:

(Native American Chants)

OooOOoooOOooooyaaaayyyaahhhh
OooOOOooooOooooooyaaayyaaaahhhhhh

Heyahnaayyaaaatoooaaa
Heyahnaayeeaaanoooaaaanooooyaaahhh

OooOOoooOOooooyaaaayyyaahhhh
OooOOOooooOooooooyaaayyaaaahhhhhh

Heyahnaayyaaaatoooaaa
Heyanayyacoooooaaa

Lost Keys:

Nurse: Excuse me, Doctor? if you have a moment?
Doctor: A moment, what's the question?
Nurse: More of a situation. A gentlemen in exam three.
Doctor: What's the problem?
Nurse: That is the problem, we're not sure.
Doctor: Do you have the chart?
Nurse: Right here.
Doctor: Not much there is there.
Nurse: No Doctor, no obvious physical trauma, vitals are stable.
Doctor: A name?
Nurse: No sir.
Doctor: Did someone drop him off? Maybe we can speak to them, lets get some background on this fellow.
Nurse: No ID, nothing. And he won't speak anyone.
Doctor: Well then, let's say hello.
Doctor: Good morning, i'm Doctor Lawson. How are you today?
Doctor: How are you today?
Doctor: Look son, you're in a safe place. We want to help you in whatever way we can.
Doctor: But you need to talk to us. We can't help you otherwise.
Doctor: What's happened? tell me everything.


Rosetta Stoned:

Alrighty then,
Picture this if you will:

[10:00 to 2:00AM, and actually eating up an entire box of krispy kremes and my need-to-know potion, I was just outside area 51, contemplating the whole chosen people thing, when a flaming stealth banana split the sky wide open. I never expected to see it in a place like this. I do believe I spilled a diamond sundae or something wet on my birkenstocks or something, holy fucking shit.]

Holy fucking shit.
Holy fucking shit.
Holy fucking shit.
Holy fucking shit.

[Then the x-files being who was in some kind of blue-green jetship with Isabella Rossellini lips and breath that reeked and he went abananadabanana so when I opened up my bug eyes, my gaping jaw and my sweaty lower and upper lip, and all I could think was, I hope that my partner here doesn't notice that I pissed my fucking pants.]

So alive in his way, like an apparition he had me crying out:
Fuck me.
It's gotta be.
Deadhead.
Chemistry.
The blotter got right on top of me.
It's got me seeing E motherfucking T.

And after calming me down with some orange slices and some [needle/fetal] spooning the ET revealed to me his singular purpose he said:
"You are the chosen one. The one who will deliver the message. A message of hope for those who should choose to hear it and a warning for those who do not."

Me, the chosen one.
They chose me, and I didn't even graduate from fucking high school.

You'd better...
You'd better...
You'd better...
You'd better listen.

Then he looked right through me.
With somniferous almond eyes.
Don't even know what that means.
Must remember to write it down.
This is so real.
Like the time they floated away.
See, my heart is burning.
Cause this shit never happens to me.

I can't breathe right now.

It was so real,
Like I woke up in wonderland.
It was a bit terrifying.
I don't want to be all alone,
When I tell the story.
And can anyone tell me why?
It was a repeat experience?
Will I ever be coming down.
This is so real.
Finally it's my lucky day.
See, my heart is racing.
This shit never happens to me.

I can't breathe right now.

You believe me don't you?
Please believe what I just said.
See they're telling [?],
And this wasn't all in my head.
See they took me by the hand.
And invited me right in.
Then they showed me something.
I don't even know where to begin.

Strapped down on my bed.
Feet cold and eyes red.
I'm out my head.
Am I alive? Am I dead?
Can't remember what they said.
God damn, I shit the bed.

High... High... High... high...

Overwhelmed as one would be, placed in my position.
Such a heavy burden now to be, the one.
Born to bear and write you all the details of our ending.
To write it down for all the world to see.
But I forgot my pen.
Shit the bed again... typical.

Strapped down on my bed.
Feet cold and eyes red.
I'm out of my head.
Am my alive? Am my dead?
Sunkist and sudafed.
Gyroscopes and infrared.
Won't help the braindead.
Can't remember what they said.
God damn, I shit the bed.

I can't remember what they said, to me.
Can’t remember what they said to make me out to be a hero.

I can't remember what they said.

God help me.

I can’t remember what they said.

Don't know, won't know, don't know, won't know, don't know, won't know.....
God damn, I shit the bed


Intension:

(These lyrics are played backwards: Work hard, Stay in school, Listen to your father, your father is right. Work hard, Stay in school, Listen to your father, your father is right.)


Pure as we begin.
Pure as we come in.
Pure as we begin.
Ruled by will alone.


Pure as we begin.
Here we have a stone.
Gather, place, erase so,
Shelter turns to home.

Pure as we begin.
Here we have a stone.
Throw to stay the stranger.
Swore to crush his bones.

Ruled by will alone.

Spark becomes a flame.
Flame becomes a fire.
Light the way or warm this.
Home we occupy.

Spark becomes a flame.
Flame becomes a fire.
Forge a blade to slay the stranger.
Take whatever we desire.

Moved by will alone.
Pure as we begin.

Pure as we begin
Move by will alone.
Leave as we come in.
Pure as light.
Return to one.

Move by will alone.
Move by will alone.


Right In Two:

Angels on the sideline,
Puzzled and amused.
Why did Father give these humans free will?
Now they’re all confused.

Don’t these talking monkeys know that
Eden has enough to go around?
Plenty in this holy garden, silly old monkeys,
Where there’s one, you're bound to divide it,
Right in two.

Angels on the sideline,
Baffled and confused.

Father blessed them all with reason.
And this is what they choose.
Monkey, killing monkey, killing monkey.
Over pieces of the ground.

Silly monkeys give them thumbs,
They forge a blade,
And where there's one they're bound to divide it,
Right in two.
Right in two.

Monkey, killing monkey, killing monkey.
Over pieces of the ground.
Silly monkeys give them thumbs,
They make a club.

And beat their brother down.
How they survive so misguided is a mystery.
Repugnant is a creature who would,
Squander the ability to lift an eye to heaven,
Conscious of his fleeting time here.

Gotta divide it all right in two.
Gotta divide it all right in two.
Gotta divide it all right in two.
Gotta divide it all right in two.

Fight, over the clouds, over the earth, over sky.
Fight, over life, over blood, over air and light.
Over love, over sun, over another.
Fight, all the time. Over what? Over Lies and...

Angels on the sideline again.
Been so long with patience and reason.
Angels on the sideline again.
Wondering when this tug of war will end.

Gotta divide it all right in two.
Gotta divide it all right in two.
Gotta divide it all right in two.
Right in two.
Right in two.


Viginti Tres:

Viginti Tres.



Hope this makes someone smile, great album by the way.

"Overwhelmed as one would be, placed in my position.
Such a heavy burden now to be, the one.
Born to bear and write you all, the lyrics to this album!
To write them down for all the world to see!
But I forgot my pen...." -Funny PM i got... thanks dude

For guitar composse, maybe bass too.

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01 the grudge •

Wear the grudge like a crown of negativity.
Calculate what we will or will not tolerate.
Desperate to control all and everything.
Unable to forgive your scarlet lettermen.

Clutch it like a cornerstone. Otherwise it all comes down.
Justify denials and grip 'em to the lonesome end.
Clutch it like a cornerstone. Otherwise it all comes down.
Terrified of being wrong. Ultimatum prison cell.

Saturn ascends, choose one or ten. Hang on or be humbled again.

Clutch it like a cornerstone. Otherwise it all comes down.
Justify denials and grip 'em to the lonesome end.
Saturn ascends, comes round again.
Saturn ascends, the one, the ten. Ignorant to the damage done.

Wear the grudge like a crown of negativity.
Calculate what we will or will not tolerate.
Desperate to control all and everything.
Unable to forgive your scarlet lettermen.

Wear the grudge like a crown. Desperate to control.
Unable to forgive. And we're sinking deeper.

Defining, confining, controlling, and we're sinking deeper.

Saturn comes back around to show you everything
Let's you choose what you will not see and then
Drags you down like a stone or lifts you up again
Spits you out like a child, light and innocent.

Saturn comes back around. Lifts you up like a child or
Drags you down like a stone
To consume you till you choose to let this go.

Give away the stone.
Let the oceans take and transmutate this cold and fated anchor.
Give away the stone.
Let the waters kiss and transmutate these leaden grudges into gold.
Let go.

02 eon blue apocalypse •

There are no words.

03 the patient •

A groan of tedium escapes me,
Startling the fearful.
Is this a test? It has to be,
Otherwise I can't go on.
Draining patience, drain vitality.
This paranoid, paralyzed vampire act's a little old.

But I'm still right here
Giving blood, keeping faith
And I'm still right here.

Wait it out,
Gonna wait it out,
Be patient (wait it out).

If there were no rewards to reap,
No loving embrace to see me through
This tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.
Gonna wait it out.

If there were no desire to heal
The damaged and broken met along
This tedious path I've chosen here
I certainly would've walked away by now.

And I still may ... (sigh) ... I still may.

Be patient.
I must keep reminding myself of this.

And if there were no rewards to reap,
No loving embrace to see me through
This tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.
And I still may.

Gonna wait it out.

04 mantra •

...

05 schism •

I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smoldering. Fundamental differing.
Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
Disintegrating as it goes testing our communication
The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
We cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication.

I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble down
No fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to
Point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication

The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,
And the circling is worth it.
Finding beauty in the dissonance.

There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away.
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
I've done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing
Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication.

Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any
Sense of compassion
Between supposed lovers/brothers

06 parabol •

So familiar and overwhelmingly warm
This one, this form I hold now.
Embracing you, this reality here,
This one, this form I hold now, so
Wide eyed and hopeful.
Wide eyed and hopefully wild.

We barely remember what came before this precious moment,
Choosing to be here right now. Hold on, stay inside...
This body holding me, reminding me that I am not alone in
This body makes me feel eternal. All this pain is an illusion.

07 parabola •

We barely remember who or what came before this precious moment,
We are choosing to be here right now. Hold on, stay inside
This holy reality, this holy experience.
Choosing to be here in

This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal
All this pain is an illusion.

Alive, I

In this holy reality, in this holy experience. Choosing to be here in

This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal
All this pain is an illusion.

Twirling round with this familiar parable.
Spinning, weaving round each new experience.
Recognize this as a holy gift and celebrate this chance to be alive and breathing.

This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality.
Embrace this moment. Remember. We are eternal.
All this pain is an illusion.

08 ticks & leeches •

Suck and suck.
Suckin up all you can, suckin up all you can suck.
Workin up under my patience like a little tick.
Fat little parasite.

Suck me dry.
My blood is bruised and borrowed. You thieving bastards.
You have turned my blood cold and bitter,
beat my compassion black and blue.

Hope this is what you wanted.
Hope this is what you had in mind.
Cuz this is what you're getting.
I hope you're choking. I hope you choke on this.

Taken all I can, taken all I can, we(?) can take.
Taken all you can, taken all you can fuckin' take
Got nothing left to give to you.
Blood suckin parasitic little tick/blood suckin parasitic little tick
Take what you want and then go.

Hope this is what you wanted.
Hope this is what you had in mind.
Cuz this is what you're getting.

Suck me dry.
Is this what you wanted?
Is this what you had in mind?
Cuz this this is what you're getting.
I hope you choke.

09 lateralus •

Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn beyond the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.

Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see there is so much more
and beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn outside the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition leaving all these opportunities behind.

Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.
Reaching out to embrace the random.
Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.

I embrace my desire to
feel the rhythm, to feel connected
enough to step aside and weep like a widow
to feel inspired, to fathom the power,
to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral
of our divinity and still be a human.

With my feet upon the ground I lose myself
between the sounds and open wide to suck it in,
I feel it move across my skin.
I'm reaching up and reaching out,
I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.
And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.

Spiral out. Keep going, going...

10 disposition •

Mention this to me
Mention something, mention anything

... and watch the weather change.

11 reflection •

I have come curiously close to the end, down
Beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole,
Defeated, I concede and
Move closer
I may find comfort here
I may find peace within the emptiness
How pitiful

It's calling me...

And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping
The moon tells me a secret - my confidant
As full and bright as I am
This light is not my own and
A million light reflections pass over me

Its source is bright and endless
She resuscitates the hopeless
Without her, we are lifeless satellites drifting

And as I pull my head out I am without one doubt
Don't wanna be down here feeding my narcissism.
I must crucify the ego before it's far too late
I pray the light lifts me out
Before I pine away.

So crucify the ego, before it's far too late
To leave behind this place so negative and blind and cynical,
And you will come to find that we are all one mind
Capable of all that's imagined and all conceivable.
Just let the light touch you
And let the words spill through
And let them pass right through
Bringing out our hope and reason ...
before we pine away.

12 triad •

There are no words.

13 faaip de oiad •

"I, I don't have a whole lot of time. Um, OK, I'm a former employee of Area 51. I, I was let go on a medical discharge about a week ago and, and... [chokes] I've kind of been running across the country. Damn, I don't know where to start, they're, they're gonna, um, they'll triangulate on this position really soon.

OK, um, um, OK, what we're thinking of as, as aliens, they're extradimensional beings, that, an earlier precursor of the, um, space program they made contact with. They are not what they claim to be. Uh, they've infiltrated a, a lot of aspects of, of, of the military establishment, particularly the Area 51.

The disasters that are coming, they, the military, I'm sorry, the government knows about them. And there's a lot of safe areas in this world that they could begin moving the population to now. They are not! They want those major population centers wiped out so that the few that are left will be more easily controllable."

Complejo de Antígona.- Fijación excesiva en la figura de la madre e incapacidad para aceptar las leyes de la vida y del amor. Según la mitología y la caracterización dramática de Sófocles, Antígona consagró su vida al cuidad de Yocasta y Edipo: sus padres.

Complejo de Edipo.- Amor patológico del hijo por la madre. Según Freud, todo niño subconscientemente desea a su madre y odia a su padre. "El pequeño se da cuenta - escribe el psicoanalista - de que el padre le cierra el camino conducente hacia la madre; su identificación con el padre toma un matiz de hostilidad, debido a este mismo hecho, y acaba por confundirse con el deseo de sustituir al padre junto a la madre".

Esta situación surge entre el tercer y quinto año de la vida, y se resuelve en el sexto. Muchos no logran superar este conflicto psicoemotivo y canalizarlo en un amor normal. La no superación significa una grave perturbación evolutiva a una neurosis. El de edipo fue el primer complejo descubierto y descrito por Freud. El nombre proviene de la mitología griega y la historia fue recreada por Sófocles en una tragedia.

Las dudas resultan al preguntarse, ¿Freud estudio adecuadamente estos dos fragmentos sofoclianos en relación a lo que el creía o a lo que Sofocles pretendía?, ¿Puede Freud y así el psicoanálisis moderno estudiar a los antiguos griegos con anteojos modernos? Muy pronto la respuesta a esta interrogante.

Los huhuetlatolli son discursos que los viejos decían a los jóvenes, los maestros a los estudiantes y los padres a los hijos, con la finalidad de aconsejar, de educar, éstos se transmitían de generación en generación dentro de la cultura azteca. Los huehuetlatolli contienen las normas de conducta, la visión moral y las creencias de ese pueblo, así, su importancia radica tanto por su valor literario como por su valor histórico. Desde una perspectiva literaria, su carácter eminentemente pedagógico define a estos textos como retóricos: persuasión a través de un lenguaje poco común.

La sociedad azteca fue una cultura preocupada por la educación, se pretendía educar al hombre en todos los ámbitos de su vida, en primer lugar, desde luego, en el religioso, pero también les interesaba el guerrero, el doméstico, el amoroso, el lúdico, etcétera. Así pues, los aztecas se preocuparon por infundir sus valores y su moral. Uno de los caminos que concibieron para ello fue la creación de discursos en los cuales presentaron recursos persuasivos para convencer a su gente de seguir ciertos lineamientos.

Pero no es por demas una sola y absurda idea la de plantear el pasado en nuestro presente, por que queda claro que las relaciones entre los hombres no ha cambiado ya que si bien los métodos cambian, las intenciones siguen siendo las mismas, si uno actúa de buena voluntad o de voluntad desalmada.

Sin dejar la primera idea, les dejaré aqui escritas algunas sabias palabras de nuestros antepasados.

En relación a los niños:

Y ahora, por breve tiempo, has venido a mirar, has venido a crecer,has venido a echar tallos, has venido a embarnecer, como si fuerasun pajarito apenas puedes picotear..., has crecido como si acabarasde salir de tu cascaroncito, como si te hubieran arropado con algoprecioso, como si te hubieran brotado tu colita, tus alitas, como siapenas movieras tu manita, tu piecesito, tu cabecita, como si yahiciera el intento de andar volando........................................................

Ahora mi niñita, tortolita, mujercita, tienes vida, has nacido, hassalido, has caído de mi seno, de mi pecho...te formó menudita tupadre... Ojalá no andes sufriendo en la tierra. ¿Cómo vivirás al ladode la gente, junto a las personas? Porque en lugares peligrosos, enlugares espantosos, con gran dificultad se vive, Así hay aspereza enla tierra.............................................

En relación a los hijos:

"Mi sangre, mi color, hijo mío, te he forjado, te he dado forma. Ya frente a ti, sobre ti observo, cuido de ti; ojalá no seas sólo metal precioso, ya que así has sido forjado, porque aún vienes con los ojos lagañosos y ya vendrás a descubrir tu rostro. Quizás sólo eres un pajarito, ya te cubrirás de plumas, ya te saldrán alas. No seas irrespetuoso con la gente, no andes revoloteando sobre la gente. Sólo con tranquilidad volarás cerca, al lado de la Ceiba, del sabino, no sea por descuido que en algún lugar lo dañes, porque de ese modo lo lastimarás y ya vendrás a verlo, gracias a ellos tendrás sosiego."

En relación al respeto:

Y no te reías, no te burles, no hagas broma del anciano, de la anciana o del enfermoo del boca torcida[...] Todas esas te digo, En ningún forma te reirás, te burlarás, no te divertirás a costa de elllas, no harás bromas de ellas.

En relación a la muerte:

"...cuando concluya su vida, irá a la región de los muertos, así por siempre allá arderá, llorará, pasará hambre, varias formas de tormento le serán dados. Será su gran desdicha para aquellos que vayan a la región de los muertos porque siempre allá recibirán su merecido, padecerán en vida, nunca terminará su tormento."

"Y cuando lo disponga Dios, entonces os arrojará en manos del hombre tecolote de la región de los muertos, el guardián de Dios de la casa de madera de la región de los muertos, si no tomáis bien lo que de Él viene."

Mensaje dado a las hijas:

Esta es una Buena cancion de Blue Man Group, mejor conocidos en Mexico como los hombres Fanta. Estos tipos tienen un amplio sentido del ritmo y un manejo de percusion tremendo. Espero les sea de su digestion.

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Este es un pequeño ensayo que escribí el mes pasado pero no lo había hecho público en medio alguno, pero aprovechando mi blog (agonía.blogspot.com), lo haré. Aclaro esto es lo que creo, si alguien piensa otra cosa lo podrá leer.

La ignorancia de la verdad atribuida a una ideología terca y arraigada, lleva a confundir las cosas. De las claras a las oscuras ya que a través de conceptos cientificistas se atribuyen a las cosas y a los casos características que no merecen o que les pertenece.

Es situación directa que entonces, dependiendo del genero de vida adoptado, será el acercamiento a la verdad que se tiene.

La vida de los individuos con referencia a lo que Platón nos dice en su obra la Republica es similar e incluso comparable a la vida de los Estados, sean estos constituidos, despiertos o anteriores, o del otro lado de la moneda, inconstituidos pasionales, dormidos o posteriores. O lo que es mejor, la mente del ser humano es la que gobierna a las demás partes del cuerpo (una de las partes, la superior, gobierna a favor de las demás partes inferiores), así el gobernante del Estado manda sobre las demás partes.

Así, adoptar un genero de vida (despierto) perteneciente a las formas anteriores, al caso, regia, noble o libre (monárquica, aristocrática o republicana) es índice de la verdad y a su vez de la felicidad, siendo que el bien general es primordial y el particular allende a lo indispensable.

En caso contrario adoptar un gobierno basado en la violencia, la avaricia, la prodigalidad, en el libertinaje o en la igualdad de todos, deja de ser vida para sus habitantes y se vuelve simple administración de la muerte, en cita de un buen amigo, Roberto Carlos.

Tomando el tema de la verdad, esta no pertenece de origen a alguien, esta es reflejo de lo que sucede, que es real, lo que no sucede es imaginación (muchos todavía dicen vivir su sueno o desean que todo suceda conforme a su deseo), que aun siendo posible, esta no es verdad.

La imaginación puede llevar a uno a un buen camino o a uno pésimo y vil, por ejemplo alguien que desea lo imposible no puede estar mas alejado de la vida, estando perdido en ilusiones irrealizables, ignora tanto su persona y sus capacidades, en fin es un loquito que mas bien esta asimilado a los cadáveres.

Claro, un genero unido a los regímenes anteriores sabrá cual es la diferencia entre lo despiadado y lo benévolo, y por lo tanto no caerá en la seducción de sus placeres mas viles, contrario a lo que otros llaman ceder a sus deseos, una persona noble no cede, esta decide, o no es de quienes deciden ir a una fiesta y en lugar de salir bien alimentados y bebidos salen mas muertos que antes.

La felicidad solo es ponderable en cuanto a la concepción de la realidad, e incluso de la estima, si uno esta muerto o dormido lo único que ama son sus deseos, por lo que, la felicidad solo es medida en cuanto a la concepción de la realidad y se calcula en principio del genero de vida, sea real o irreal. Siendo que la prosecución de fines de estos dependen de la ética de manera directa, quien nos guía en la adopción del genero de vida.

La carga ética de los buenos géneros son de aplicación automática de sus propios fines, ya sean la prudencia, la justicia, la vida libre o el mas excelso la templanza, en cambio en los géneros posteriores, la carga ética esta condicionada al interés, al lucro al beneficio material o para mejor comprensión al deseo y sus consecuencias Agnoía.

Aquí anoto un comentario de un amigo, de esos con nos dan tirones de cuello para sacarnos del hoyo, Patricio Marcos que nos dice: porque ceder a los deseos del corazón, combatir contra él y salir derrotado se paga con el alma.

Frenesí ese que come al mundo moderno, ha alcanzado todos los vicios que la vida antigua e incluso rasgos que la vida medieval habían evitado con resultados efectivos.

La vida moderna o como la llaman contemporánea, ha fundado su camino en irrealidades; ¿qué no se dice que Estados Unidos, ese territorio del norte es el país de los sueños?

Por lo que respecta a un análisis serio de lo que se vive actualmente es una confusión de los placeres, se confunde lo placentero con lo no placentero, un ejemplo claro, las personas que no sacan de su boca el cigarro, negación absoluta de la leche materna: de la vida. Dejando por hecho que la vida es vuelta muerte, en contrario de quienes la aprecian y no la destruyen con engaños que en principio recaen en su falsa concepción.

De explorada vida, el genero al que pertenece el occidente es la vida con fundamento en el comercio y en las finanzas, tanto lucro privado como público a toda costa.

Tales de Mileto, uno de los Siete Sabios griegos con una de sus mas preciadas joyas nos explica la diferencia entre la vida del lujo y la vida majestuosa: No te adornes en cuanto al aspecto, se bello en tus hábitos.

Sería casi imposible para alguien terco y ciego darse cuenta de algunas cosas, como por ejemplo que la felicidad no se encuentra en nada, sino que pertenece, se nace con todo para ser felices, solo hay que saberla buscar, o mas bien aplicar esa bella palabra, signo de un régimen despierto: desapego.

Con palabras de Bias de Priane, las cuales explicaremos con otras palabras igual de fáciles de decir:

"El saber es la única propiedad que no puede perderse".

Claro no es el saber por el saber, es la mente el único bien que no se puede perder, claro, para algunos es secundario, para otros es primordial, claro la vida es de elecciones. El que es feliz no precisa de otros bienes, aunque los tiene, serian los primeros de los que se deshace, no por miedo sino por simple uso.

La vida apasionada o pasiva, es vida esclava, ¿qué Nietzsche no deja claro que su vida era pasiva?, claro murió encerradito y sifilítico, pobre nunca despertó.

Por ultimo haré referencia a las relaciones interpersonales.

Las relaciones que existen entre un ser humano y otro de origen bondadoso pierden todo tipo de conflicto y recae su unión en amor que fortalece todo tipo de vinculo.

Funesto para las uniones de hombres (de carne y hueso), las de semilla malvada, su característica es la indiferencia, la falta de identificación, no se sabe ni por que, donde todos actúan como todo, nadie sabe quien es y donde las envidias nacen y las personas se pelean por el tener.

Espero que algunos logren entender lo que se dice y si no les parece, bien, es lo que yo creo, aclaro es mi punto de vista.