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Maur DarkLight
20 February 2013 @ 01:33 pm
Love is a scary word. It involves admitting to, and committing to, certain things. It means offering a piece of yourself in the hopes of finding that missing something else. To love is to care deeply, and therefore, the possibility to be hurt equally. And so love can be turned into hate, hatred for others, but also of yourself. That kind of voluntary vulnerability is frightening.

I don't fear death, I've died a thousand times in my heart and in my head; it's the pain in between I'm afraid of. And so I find myself alone in the dark; a self-imposed exile, because the dark is safe and there's no fire to be burned by. I envy those who can love and live and learn to love again, for they are far more courageous than I.
Current Mood: gloomygloomy
Current Music: Something Good Can Work - Two Door Cinema
Maur DarkLight
19 February 2013 @ 08:08 pm
Humans are emotional creatures. Don't ever underestimate that. I've found that when it comes to things that matter to us, on a personal level, opinions are worthless without resonance. People will fight to the death to defend what they've come to believe in, the filters they employ to make sense of the world, and it is only through speaking on their level, through the things that they value and that define them, that anything will change.

This encompasses both the fraudulence and naivete of our social-political discourse. We pretend like it's a battle of wits and reason and logic and that we will ultimately be vindicated because we have the moral high-ground and are on the side of truth. The truth is that truth has very little to do with how we interact with each other. Most people are selfish and want the world to conform to them. They don't want you to agree so much as to obey.

Because consensus is hard. Compromise is hard. Patience, tolerance, empathy and sacrifice are hard. People like things easy. It'd be nice if issues could be resolved with a few magic words and we could all come together over some sage words of wisdom. Unfortunately to change what someone thinks you must appeal to how they feel. In the end, how strongly someone FEELS about something often trumps whatever they may espouse to think about something.
Current Mood: accomplishedaccomplished
Current Music: Radioactive - Imagine Dragons
Maur DarkLight
02 February 2011 @ 06:35 pm
"Once upon a time, a long, long time ago... there was a mystical city, Tar. And at that time all the cities were intact and flourishing, because the final war had not yet begun. When the great catastrophe occurred, all the cities crumbled... except Tar. Tar still exists. If you know where to look for it, you will find it. And when you get there you will be presented with wine and water and play with a gramophone. When you get to Tar, you will help harvest grapes and you will pick up scorpions hidden under white rocks. When you get to Tar... you will know eternity. You'll see a bird that drinks one drop of water from the ocean every hundred years. When you get to Tar, you'll understand life and you'll become a cat, phoenix, swan, elephant, baby and an old man. You'll be alone and accompanied. You'll love and be loved, sharing the same space and yours will be the seal of seals. As you approach the future, you'll find... Ecstasy. It will overwhelm you and never abandon you. When you arrive at Tar... you'll wear a golden crown upon your head. And you'll possess the key that opens all the labyrinths."

"The tree sought refuge in the leaf, the house in the door, and the city in the house. The same scene over and over. The tree became a leaf, the house a door, and the city a house. It was hard to see all that and not seek refuge in my hands."
Maur DarkLight
24 September 2010 @ 10:26 pm
I saw this movie some time ago and I think what I found most fascinating about it is that even though it is a decade shy of being a century old, its message still resonated with me powerfully and seems no less relevant today.

"Centuries have passed and the Almighty of medieval times no longer sits in his tenth sphere.
We no longer sit in church staring terrified at the frescoes of the devils.
The witch no longer flies away on her broom over the rooftops.
But isn't superstition still rampant among us?
Is there an obvious difference between the sorceress and her customer then and now?
We no longer burn our old and poor. But do they not often suffer bitterly?
And the little woman, whom we call hysterical, alone and unhappy, isn't she still a riddle for us?
Nowadays we detain the unhappy in a mental institution or - if she is wealthy - in a modern clinic.
And then we will console ourselves with the notion that the mildly temperate shower of the clinic has replaced the barbaric methods of medieval times."

"Poor little hysterical witch!
In the middle ages you were in conflict with the church.
Now it is with the law."
Current Location: United States, Utah, Logan
Current Mood: awakeawake
Current Music: Enemy Gene - of Montreal
Maur DarkLight
22 September 2009 @ 07:18 pm
My life experiences have tempered me into a very skeptical and cautious person. I approach everything with some extent of suspicion, because I'm a firm believer in "better safe than sorry". So I try to be prepared for all outcomes so at the very least I know I tried my best. As the Flaming Lips say in "Fight Test": "For to lose I could accept, but to surrender I just wept..."

Of course the point of this post isn't anything as admirable or thought provoking, but merely just to take account of another of my many idiosyncrasies. Every time I shower I find myself doing two things. Either thinking about something/music, or looking over my shoulder. I know even when I'm outside I approach everything with some apprehension, but I don't think there's any period of time that I am more paranoid than when I am in the shower. At least when I'm asleep I feel I can respond immediately and am a fairly light sleeper. When I think about it, this probably also has something to do with my built-in paranoia. But showers... something about being naked and that moment when you have soap/shampoo covering your eyes... makes me feel incredibly vulnerable. That's the moment when someone could barge right in and you'd be helpless to defend yourself.

I have a wild imagination. I know there's like 0.01% chance of this ever happening, but the nature of my personality doesn't care. So whenever I'm showering I have to cleanse my eyes real fast so I can open them again and make sure that when I do someone won't be waiting there in front of me to stab me or something.

I know it's weird. It also doesn't help that only the front door to the apartment has a lock. One lock. Being accustomed to living behind a metal door and multiple locks everywhere, I feel like, like I'm flying blind here or something. Of course if anyone does break into a random apartment in the middle of sub-rural/urban Utah looking for a bathroom victim, I'll be ready for them!
Current Location: Home
Current Mood: thoughtfulthoughtful
Current Music: Simple Sight - RealFaction
Maur DarkLight
16 September 2009 @ 02:49 pm
Here's something curious I noticed about myself. I generally espouse that I do not dance or that I am at least not very fond of dancing, but that is not necessarily true. I find that when I'm listening to music by myself, music that for the most part is not generally "danceable", I do end up performing bodily movements that one could hazard to guess was the equivalent of dancing.

The implications here are twofold:

First and most importantly, what should be garnered from this is that for the most part, a lot of the music that people dance to is not the kind of music I personally feel compelled to dance to. I still subscribe to the belief that dancing should be natural and music will either make you want to dance, or it will not. Granted, one could be trained, like a monkey, to "dance" to whatever, but this defeats the purpose in my mind to the act. It then becomes a charade, like insincere words or manufactured music with no soul.

Secondly, my dancing is private. It's kind of strange to think of it that way, something that most people have no reservations about openly sharing and displaying. For me, I would rather perform sexual acts in public than dancing. That is not to say I have any exhibitionist tendencies, but rather I would feel less uncomfortable having sex in public than dancing. I'm not exactly sure why this is. I guess I feel a little self conscious about it, but also there's something personal about it. It's not really something I want to share with anyone else.

Whereas I'm pretty open about sex and my body, my dancing is a guilty pleasure I reserve all to myself. And although there's a very slim chance of going to any kind of club or party and hearing "Aerodynamic" by Daft Punk or "Da Rockwilder" by Red and Meth which might evoke some genuine movement from me, for the most part it is usually your Jay-Z's and your Lady Gagas and your whatever catchy song of the week that while these can possibly be songs I like, they don't usually get anything more than a head-bob or foot-tap out of me.

There is 0% chance of me ever hearing Muse, or Paradise Lost, or Interpol or Ghostland Observatory, Arcade Fire, Modest Mouse, Placebo, etc... Or perhaps it is more accurate to say that I have never been in the kind of circles where the kind of music I truly enjoy are ever in abundant supply. These are more the kinds of songs you might hear on a radio. They're more for "rocking out" I suppose but even then a lot of the dancy music I like I never come across anyway. Either way, I'm sure my style of "dancing" would be in stark contrast to however most people celebrate these kinds of music.

And that's fine, because at the end of the day I have no desire or intention to share my dancing with anyone else. I seek neither approval nor judgement. Unlike with sex there is no sense of incompleteness lacking a... partner. Though I do sometimes wish I could do some sweet head-spins or pop-and-locks.
Current Location: Utah!?
Current Mood: giddyfunky
Current Music: I Belong To You - Muse
Maur DarkLight
12 August 2009 @ 01:08 pm
So after finally having internet again, I had some thoughts. Adjusting to a different environment is a little strange at first. Not just your surroundings but even in your daily routines. I unpacked all my things, furnished half of my new room, and organized a bunch of other stuff I'd been putting off for some time. It's funny the things I've managed to get done under "simpler" circumstances.

The point of this post however is not some new-found appreciation and/or rejoicing of minimalism. I am still very much a material man and my materials are still my greatest solace and hope for the future. My point is this: yes, I've gotten some things done in my down time, and I suppose some down time is good for everyone, but certain habits aren't always replaced by productivity in their stead. In my youth I had nothing but down time. I spent that time occasionally hanging out with friend(s?) but mostly playing a LOT of games. More importantly, the position I was in only led me to unproductive endeavors with most the time I had. It's hard to imagine where I'd be right now without the internet.

The truth of the matter is, life before the internet was very dark and lonely. I'm a very awkward individual and it takes a very uncommon combination of traits to get along with me. Through the internet I met my eventual love interests and most of the friends I still keep in touch with now. With it came a sense of connectivity, belonging, and growth. Look at where I'm at now. I've finally moved out. My roommate is not only someone able to tolerate all of my bullshit and nonsense but also willing to lend a hand and an arm. I've known him for some 8 odd years, and it is all thanks to the internet.

When I look back at the darkest period of my life, I think, 'had things been different they could have gone much worse'. For all its evils, I cannot overlook the merits of being able to circumnavigate a smaller world and finding its rare gems. We sometimes can look back on things with rose-colored glasses, or things don't seem as bad once you are out of the moment. Like, when I look back on those first few years with Betty, they were actually some of the happiest times in my life, even though I didn't realize it at the time. Conversely, the period of time before I had a computer may not have been my saddest or most extreme, but they were my most uncertain and confusing and I didn't even know the meaning of hope. Now years later, after countless undulations of peaks and valleys, I'm one step closer to where I want to be.

So I did not despair at suddenly finding myself cut off from the rest of the world. Rather, I embraced this unexpected opportunity. However, when all's said and done, I do not desire "simplicity". The meaning I've been able to carve out for myself has only been possible due to this double edged digital tool. And so I guess my ultimate point is, I think the internet saved my life...

The internet is like my Weighted Companion Cube
Current Location: Utah!?
Current Mood: accomplishedaccomplished
Current Music: Almost Human - Voltaire
Maur DarkLight
28 March 2009 @ 06:53 pm
    Zarathustra descended alone from the mountains, encountering no one. But when he came into the forest, all at once there stood before him an old man who had left his holy cottage to look for roots in the woods. And thus spoke the old man to Zarathustra:
    "No stranger to me is this wanderer: many years ago he passed this way. Zarathustra he was called, but he has changed. At that time you carried your ashes to the mountains; would you now carry your fire into the valleys? Do you not fear to be punished as an arsonist?
    Yes, I recognize Zarathustra. His eyes are pure, and around his mouth there hides no disgust. Does he not walk like a dancer?
    Zarathustra has changed, Zarathustra has become a child, Zarathustra is an awakened one; what do you now want among the sleepers? You lived in your solitude as in the sea, and the sea carried you. Alas, would you now climb ashore? Alas, would you again drag your own body?"

    Zarathustra answered: "I love man."

    "Why," asked the saint, "did I go into the forest and the desert? Was it not because I loved man all-too-much? Now I love God, man I love not. Man is for me too imperfect a thing. Love of man would kill me."

    Zarathustra answered: "Did I speak of love? I bring men a gift."

    "Give them nothing!" said the saint. "Rather, take part of their load and help them to hear it--that will be best for them, if only it does you good! And if you want to give them something, give no more than alms, and let them beg for that!"

    "No," answered Zarathustra. "I give no alms. For that I am not poor enough."

    The saint laughed at Zarathustra and spoke thus: "Then see to it that they accept your treasures. They are suspicious of hermits and do not believe that we come of gifts. Our steps sound too lonely through the streets. And what if at night, in their beds, they hear a man walk by long before the sun has risen--they probably ask themselves, where is the thief going?
    Do not go to man. Stay in the forest! Go rather even to the animals! Why do you not want to be as I am--a bear among bears, a bird among birds?"

    "And what is the saint doing in the forest?" asked Zarathustra.

    The saint answered: "I make songs and sing them; and when I make songs, I laugh, cry, and hum: thus I praise God. With singing, crying, laughing, and humming I praise the god who is my god. But what do you bring us as a gift?"

    When Zarathustra had heard these words he bade the saint farewell and said: "What could I have to give you? But let me go quickly lest I take something from you!" And thus they separated, the old one and the man, laughing as two boys laugh.
    But when Zarathustra was alone he spoke thus to his heart: "Could it be possible? This old saint in the forest has not yet heard anything of this, that God is dead?!"
Current Location: Home
Current Mood: artisticartistic
Current Music: Incredibad - The Lonely Island
Maur DarkLight
28 March 2009 @ 06:43 pm
So I've started reading Thus Spoke Zarathustra. Not sure what I think of it yet, but there have been at least two passages I really liked that really spoke to me. And parts of others I liked. I've been considering posting the parts I like here for future reference. Let's see...
Current Location: Home
Current Mood: impressedimpressed
Current Music: Bulletproof Cupid - Placebo
Maur DarkLight
21 March 2009 @ 06:13 pm
So I just got back from work, and had an interesting/disturbing conversation with a coworker. Now I'm not trying to be melodramatic but some of the things said gave me pause to think. First I was told her skin was sensitive and would break out or something. Fair enough, I can respect that. Then I made a playful false poking motion as if I were going to attempt to touch her face, and that's when some dig about it being disrespectful came into play. Needless to say the whole thing kind of threw me off.

I sat there kind of confused and trying to figure out what was just being said. I knew what I wanted to say to her, but couldn't think of the words. So as I walked home a couple of thoughts came to me and I continued the conversation in my mind. My thoughts were as follows:

I can see how it can be taken as being disrespectful, I understand that personal space is a big deal to some people. So it's not like I don't understand what you are saying, but I'm not sure if you do, because there are certain implications that can be drawn from the statement.

1) You think I'm annoying. I can understand this. I can be annoying. I am like a big kid. That's a part of me that'll probably never change. And I can also understand that you don't like or want to be annoyed.

2) You think I'm filthy. I can't blame you for that either, it's safer to assume someone is dirty than clean, especially if your skin is allergic to impurities. Although there is a certain sting that comes along with being called grimy.

3) You think of me as a stranger. This is probably the one that bothered me most. I can understand it to a certain extent, I mean, it's not like we're really friends or anything, I guess? But we're not really strangers either; I have a pretty specific definition of stranger. I wouldn't want a stranger touching me either, but to me a stranger is like someone you don't know from anywhere, while coworkers are people you at least know from somewhere. An important distinction, I think. Strangers are people you see in the street and pass on by and don't think otherwise. Unless what you are saying is that you would look the other way and pretend like you don't know me?

Any one of these things alone are easily acceptable, but I felt there was kind of an insinuation of all three, and that kind of caught me off guard. Especially since other signs suggested otherwise.

Why even grab my arm to get my attention? Or be in close proximity to me? Or put your hand on my shoulder/back if I was a dirty stranger? Doesn't that go against the whole "personal space" arguement being made? So I'm a little confused as to what transpired.

Saying you have sensitive skin or find poking annoying is one thing, but it almost seems now like your actions belie how you really feel about or see me. I guess I had the wrong impression?
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Current Mood: confusedconfused
Current Music: I Feel You - Placebo