Explanatory Irrelevance + Logical Supervenience

The lines of growth are divine laws which rule the invisible worlds. Our life is also subject to these laws. They guide the evolution of all that lives.

Thus man fights against himself, his highest self, when he neglects these laws; he owes his sad experiences to himself.

They may appear to him as an injustice, and cause his mind to rebel, or fill his heart with bitterness; in reality all painful experiences are the fault of him who has passed through them. He has drawn them towards himself by his own actions.

Life is a magic art; we conjure up our fate and it leads us to wisdom and insight. In this way the forces of the soul drive man through experiences that are necessary to his growth.

He who sees life thus, does not grumble at fate, neither does he allow himself to be cast down. He accepts life as willed by himself, …….in the conviction that nobody can wrong him, and he follows the path that leads to perfection, knowing that he takes an active part in a great plan of life.

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I was on my way to the office to make sure everything was under control this morning. Yes this Christmas Morning.

And then all the happiness and optimism I had for the day was smashed by the most glorious incredible traffic I had ever seen….maybe the most glorious I had ever seen in MY life.

UNTIL………….

Nevermind…I only thought it was smashed.

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No it's not. Not Winter that is. Not where I am….not in Orlando. The problem with this is that living here is like going on that vacation that you've either needed to go on or didn't want to go on..but if you take a vacation for to long ….there is always that point where you think to yourself….I have had enough “fun” and I can't wait to get home but then your flight gets delayed or you miss your flight and have to stay an extra day…..well that extra day…… is everyday here.

There is someone reading over my shoulder right now. it's the second person to read over my shoulder since I started writing this. It's ok I don't mind.

So I miss everyone I ever knew from Virginia and the few of those I knew from Maryland. If any of you are reading this….. hi.

Chance does favor the prepared mind.

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I cannot believe it…after all these “years”. After all the reading and talking fast for long periods of time without taking a breath or a drink of water when I really needed one. After Asking question after question and putting all the possible/impossible answers through a processor that only I seem to be able to access….and even after I took all those processed answers and formed more questions and then put those through the processor once again….NOPE…NO…After ALL that I cannot believe I didn't see what was happening…at all.

That's why I'm here…here at 10:05pm in my studio apartment in Orlando typing on the laptop that was given to me by my company.

I think I know what happened.

You know that…Non-Place…you go when you enjoy what your reading so much that you refuse to stop…or when you are drawing or in the process of making a really good song…or when you are Sleeping. It doesn't matter how you get there. It's the place your are in when someone trys to talk to and you don't answer even if you hear them because you would rather continue on in that place.

That's where I am ….that place….I live there in a studio apartment.

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I was driving on down I-4 West here in Florida 2 weeks ago and heard a very quiet sound ….the moment I heard it I knew it was those gears…shifting again… and No….the gears of the car….No… not those.

What I didn’t realize was the full extent to those gears…but that’s always their intention. What I realize now is I found a pocket in time and space that created a reality where I work in a town that Walt Disney built. I have been hired to work full time at a company called Channel Intelligence located on Celebration Blvd in a town called Celebration. I keep saying Celebration. You would to if you went there every day 8am – 5pm. Really you would.

…And here is where I work.

I'm Satisfied.

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You know how it is…Yep you…Know how…It is.

You will notice that I mentioned in my bio that I get angry, very angry because I can’t update more often and it was because I’m a computer tech slave for Wachovia. The getting angry part is true but I recently found out that the Wachovia Tech Slave part being the reason was only 27% true. The reason that provides the missing 73% of not being able to update is…I just dislike staying put …in one dumb chair/seat/floor spot when I could be not staying put.

Plus,…I just can’t limit myself to using this keyboard. There’s just to many rules involved and hypothetically speaking even if I was to get past having to conform to the burden of using this keyboard to “update”…I still have see my thoughts imprisoned within the text box made specifically for journal entries as I degrade their true meaning and form into something that might make sense so that someone who desires to be updated and not confused as hell.

Sooooo, About That…..I decided to compromise….I will use this keyboard to write within the text box specifically made for journal entries IF AND ONLY IF the entries from this day forward ARE CURSED to make little sense.

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Hi. I’m at another bank for work.
3065 Lawrenceville Hwy, Atlanta, GA…Wachovia bank. I’m alone in an office sitting behind a desk. The temperature in this office is fluctuating between 73 and 74 degrees. Today is there opening day.

I’m eating a chocolate cookie wishing I had some more water.

I built this bank. Not the structure but the computers and network.
Hmm….Why am I Here?? I build banks not work at them afterward….Why am I asking why I’m here…I know why I’m here. The temperature is now 75 degrees.

If you were to walk into the bank and happen to glance over at me in this office I would appear to be working but I’m really just waiting. The walls in this room are currently holding me in my waiting. The only reason I know what lies beyond these walls in every direction of this building is because I built this bank and had previously walked in every room ……as opposed to just walking in for the first time and sitting down.

I bet somebody reading this is in a room. I wonder how many people in rooms right now know what lies beyond the walls of that room in every direction?

If don’t keep writing …….I will just be sitting here……and will be in the same position doing nothing but …well nothing…and when the tellers or platform users walk by and glance over they will start to notice I have the same look on my face and am in the same position every time and might feel the need to make small talk. I am so glad I am just here to wait and that these walls are not barriers hindering me in anyway whatsoever. That’s why I can think about them without becoming threatened or bored that I have to “be here” …..After all, they are just a separator between a system and that which external to that system.

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I Convert Southtrust banks to Wachovia Banks now.

I live in hotels throughout Florida, Alabama, Mississippi, and Texas and if I'm not sleeping I'm driving 6 – 14 hours to get to the next bank.

So what I'm really trying to say is….I live in a different Southtrust Bank everyday.

One day,(about 2 days ago) I was driving from Dallas, TX to Mobile,AL ….This means I had to drive through Louisiana and Mississippi to get there…..It was wonderfully delightful. As you know, alot of Louisiana, Mississippi, and Alabama is destroyed now from these hurricane things. These states have no hotel rooms to stay in anymore because they are all full or underwater. They also have a curfew from 11:00pm to 6:00am and that means nothing is open during those hours….when I say nothing I want you to know what really matters is NO GAS STATIONS are open either.

This is where everything gets awesome. I found myself in Gulfport, Mississippi at exactly 2:10am…. and I had a really small problem. My GET GAS NOW light had been on for 15 miles….and every single exit I took to get gas…had a gas station that didn't exist anymore, was closed, or flooded. With 2 miles of gas left I hit a checkpoint with some cops and I asked them “where I could get gas for the love of god…”

They casually told me I couldn't. The curfew was in effect(it was about 2:25am now) and to wait for a gas station to open. I drove over the median and rolled in and parked right next to a pump at a closed gas station. First I had to pee behind it (since nothing was open)….then I got back in the car rolled down the windows, opened the sun roof and had Chris set his phone to wake us up at 7:00am when the gas station opened. I slept in my 100 degree 100% humidity filled car at the pump…woke up pumped gas and I am now in Mobile, Alabama in a the last Days Inn hotel room that was available.

This has been awesome and I'm not even being 1.5% sarcastic.

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STOP.How is everybody? How am I? I honestly have no idea….or Do I?!!!!

When people ask me how I am or how I’ve been doing..I reach into the section of my mind that produces the auto reply’s and do the necessary calculations that help me equate what would be the most reasonable answer for me to give based on what mutual understanding I think they might have of my real answer…if I decided to give them my real answer.

In the case that that there is only a 10% chance of mutual understanding then I must think of the answer I can give that is closest to my real answer………. AND THEN of course filter “the answer closest to my real answer” through the guidelines of social politeness & how appropriate my answer is to the situation based on what appears to be their motives for asking in the first place.

However, the the DANGER is the chance that my judgment of what I thought their understanding was … is going to be is completely wrong.
That’s when things get awkward and I end up trying to play it off but end up saying something backwards or accidentally saying the third word in the my sentence first which causes me to start laughing out loud at how I managed to complicate a simple question of how I was doing which doesn’t make things any less awkward.

It’s not me, who feels awkward,…
But the nice person standing there who only asked how I was doing only to be polite or to appear as if they wanted to really know how I was doing with the mutual understanding that is was only a kind gesture requiring an auto response…and not 1% chance that I would think that they really wanted to hear my real answer or anything close to it even if it is within the guidelines as I stated above.

AND NOW!! For a Slightly Blurred Photo of Me hanging out with myself in my apartment in Florida while playing Over & Over The RECENT AWE INSPIRING sound frequencies coming from SATURN!

http://www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/cassini/multimedia/pia07966.html

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If it were storming, the chance of me getting hit by lightning right now is very high…almost too high. This is because, in FLORDIA the air is filled with moisture due to the crushing humidity…and electricity + water = a high chance of me being struck by lightning.

By the way, I’m outside in a Wachovia bank parking lot. Lightning or no lightning, I am writing from a laptop in our Scion TC in a bank parking lot. Who is this “our”?? …. Scion TC?? …. Laptop??

Let me explain QUICK . I started seeing Chris who lived in New Jersey while “visiting Florida”, then I moved to FL and he decided to move from New Jersey to FL, then his brother wanted to move here so I flew to Virginia got in my car ….drove to all the way to Jersey… picked up Chris’s brother and then turned around and started to drive all the way back to FL …. ALL IN ONE DRIVE. I made it to Georgia.

We got an apartment in 24 hours.

We bought a brand new Scion TC.

I accidentally smashed and totaled the rental car on the way back from buying our new Scion TC…Chris travels for work. He converts banks. That's why I'm writing from this from a Wachovia parking lot.

I am still adapting to this Tallahassee FL DIRTY SOUTH Life. They are slow in this place. It’s pretty hot here. They talk like southerners & I don’t. However, I do get comfort from the fact that there are potholes here and so is Chris.

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