…With the smoke before our eyes

An eon is not measured in more than one –

It is the measurement which equals the time of spirit which does not begin or end

And that is what once stood before us, before these tormented cries

An eon is not measured in more than one

You know every step of the way that the words which seep forth are the binding ties

And that is what once stood before us, before these tormented cries

The Way which we are which becomes the painting of the memories –

You know every step of the way that the words which seep forth are the binding ties

Such flimsy scaffolding from which to hinge our hearts

The Way which we are which becomes the painting of the memories

…left bewildered upon a field of sprawling darkness, dotted with the smolder of delusion

Such flimsy scaffolding from which to hinge our hearts

Oh, however it comes, it does; the reality of the carelessness of our emotional wildfires

…left bewildered upon a field of sprawling darkness, dotted with the smolder of delusion

Do you feel it now, the urge to bury all of this?

Oh, however it comes, it does; the reality of the carelessness of our emotional wildfires

Collapsing eternity, the shattering of forever – from whence it came is not a matter, as it feels the same

Do you feel it now, the urge to bury all of this?

As removed, does the single self becoming separate become the cure; if that were the idol of blame?

What is an atrocity? Appalling or atrocious condition, quality, or behavior; monstrousness. n 1: the quality of being shockingly cruel and inhumane [syn: atrociousness, barbarity, barbarousness, heinousness] 2: an act of atrocious cruelty [syn: inhumanity]. A plane falls from the sky, and a father, a mother, brother, sister, or a friend is lost in the ruins... Is that atrocious? A child, playing in the yard of a family owned home, changing an imaginary diaper on an imaginary child of her own, wishing for the day that life will have finally unveiled that which it has to offer, struck by the debris and shrapnel from an IED targeting an apparently offensive military occupation, designed by a father or brother angry for never having the chance to unveil what he believed life had to offer his own family. Which part of that scenario is atrocious? How about any citizen of this planet that does not care to even recognize these sorts of events, or why they happen, or how to prevent them from continuing... Due to his or her own desires to achieve comfort in this very uncomfortable place, the individual denies that any consequence of such atrocities are important to their own day to day existence. Too much of that sort of news is enough to depress anyone, right? Well, to me the greatest atrocious act is of those who choose blindness as a form of comfort, and expect that blindness will lead any further toward a comfortable place for every citizen of earth.

"I think it's impossible to really understand somebody, what they want, what they believe, and not love them the way they love themselves." -Ender

...If you give orders and explain nothing, you might get obedience, but you'll get no creativity. If you tell them your purpose, then when your original plan is shown to be faulty, they'll find another way to achieve your goal. Explaining to your men doesn't weaken their respect for you, it proves your respect for them. -teaching of Ender

Ender's Game, by Orson Scott Card
Shadow Of The Giant, by Orson Scott Card

Move on with the old, go on with the new.
- Azrielle, "...you know what they all say,"

Amazing just how easily influenced children truly are. A wonder that any of us are able to sift through it all and attempt to create what we might call our 'own thought'. Development of the mind should certainly be constant and progressive for humans. But some difficult factors I've recognized as I raise my own children is how quickly they learn, how quickly they change their mind, how they believe many things, at once, even if much of what they believe is contradictory, and how quickly they can forget...
We are all children in the mind. I've yet to believe that I have encountered a 'fully developed' mind. I do believe that the climax of mental development is the last instant of being able to recognize self and life, before death. Until that point is reached, I believe, it would be difficult for one to say, 'I know all that I need to know,' or, 'There is nothing left for me to learn'.
With the concept of being immature, or a child, there comes the burden of authority.

Some believe we need sorts of authority to guide children, to help them recognize who they are, what they are, where they are, and what not to believe, and what to believe. The authority which is allowed to guide children is intended to aid progressive, positive development, I believe. But how well does that work in this era.

That was what I found so amazing about influence, how easy it is to believe what is said, from the authority to the childlike mind, the mind seeking exposure, seeking 'development'.

What is the result if occasionally the 'child' mind seems to exceed the 'development' of the authority?

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 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.

Monkey killing monkey killing monkey over pieces of the ground.
Silly monkeys.
Give them thumbs, they make a club to beat their brother down.
How they've survived 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.

Fight till they die over sun, over sky,
They fight till they die over sea, over air,
They fight till they die over blood, over love,
They fight till they die over words, polarizing.

Angels on the sideline again,
Benched along with patience and reason.
Angels on the sideline again,
Wondering where this tug of war will end.

Gotta divide it all right in two.

Tool, "Right In Two", 10,000 Days (Album), 2006

* The official lyric release has "daddy" instead of "Father."

Growth is happening right now, spring, longer days, and more mud.
Recently I was inspired, the flow of thoughts which led to change were sort of sporadic, and that caused me to wonder more the details of growth, what instigates it and where is the foundation of emotional, and psychological growth... Are there physical or chemical stimulants for such?