Indifferent Quick Random Ramble #5150

There are so many things to blog, but none of them are what I'd really like to say. Not that I really care what I say... There's just too much. Parsing it all would be exhausting.

Instead, I'll just be vague and indifferent. This world is frustrating, but beautiful and intriguing. Sadly, most of it I'll never experience.

Or maybe I will. You never know. Life is funny that way.

Back to Space

As the Falcon 9 rocket blasted off from Cape Canaveral yesterday afternoon, the internet filled with reminiscences from the nearly 60 years of manned space travel. Those a little older were remembering the first time a man walked on the moon. A little older than that remembered the first time a man went into space. Those my age remember watching the first Space Shuttle launch. Not many years hence, there will be no one alive who remembers a time before man was capable of leaving the Earth.

Children watching yesterday saw the first privately owned company launch humans to space. There are three companies competing to make space travel profitable. The promise of space, being vast and virtually limitless, is now potentially open to anyone. What an amazing time to be alive. Hopefully, the kids watching will have their imaginations inspired, and not pay attention to the groupthink and negative peer pressures from the constant bombardment of media.

Bad Criminals

Somebody broke a window on my Lincoln Aviator and left blood all in it. They apparently came up on a four wheeler, which they abandoned in the carport next to my vehicle. They took the battery from the four wheeler. I'm assuming it was dead, and they went to charge it before coming back.

Broken Glass...

Blood

Mystery 4-Wheeler

Not Unhappy

For most intents and purposes, there's no difference between thinking you're happy and actually being happy. That's how people find themselves in situations they'd never knowingly place themselves. That's how people find themselves in a cult or with people they'd never have imagined.

Wake up in a drug den and think, "How'd I get here?" You thought you were making yourself happy. Wake up in a mansion and realize you hate everything and everyone around you. You thought you were happy.

Maybe not being unhappy seems like happiness. How depressing. That's like thinking the lack of pain is pleasure.

Weathering

The storm last night sounded like it discharged lightning every two seconds. It felt close enough that each peal of thunder shocked my senses like I was rocked by blows. I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep, but the tempest waited until I was almost asleep to, once again, pinch my aural nerve.

Its voice kept screaming in my ear. Pillows couldn't stop it. About the time it stopped, my alarm went off.

Scrubbed

Climbing into space can be tenuous. Weather can keep you on the ground. There are times when you have to let the rain fall, and try again another day.

When man wants something, though, he'll keep trying until he gets it. The tenacity of human propagation demands it. We go where we want.

Drawn In

What happens when you need to go back to the drawing board, but the infernal thing is gone? When you find it, someone else has been using it, rewriting your plan. Nothing you've done was right.

The world shifts shape, anyway. The drawing board has multiple axes. There have always been many planes.

Enough of this metaphysical nonsense. All we know is what we see. What we see isn't always the truth, but it's our truth if that's what we see.

When you draw a picture, even if it's just for you, when others see it, that can become their idea of your truth. It doesn't help to redraw the same picture over and over, either. Letting that picture stay on the drawing board may say more than the drawing, as well. Stop sniffing the markers.

The world will keep spinning. Dawn comes. Get a new board.