No man is an Island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the Continent, a part of the main;
-John Donne
He was wrong, Mr. Donne, all men are islands we are isolated from one another. Isolated, a word that actually means made into islands.
You look around you.
You see suffering.
You see a homeless man lost in the torpor of his drunkenness, his face lined with pain and misery, would it help to know his name? his age? his dreams? his now long forgotten hopes?
And if it does help then would it not be unfair to the other homeless man sitting next to him? or the countless starving children in those forsaken lands? to the single mother? to the betrayed lover?
We are all islands. for if we weren’t we would all be lost, drowned in each others tragedies.
we draw imaginary lines around other people’s suffering. and remain upon our islands, that their pain cannot hurt us.
There are life stories, unique, and yet like so many others that were we to know about them they would cut us too deeply.
We are all islands. We have to be.
Understand understanding
If you woke up in the middle of the night,
and in your bare feet you walked outside.
Realized that you were awake, that you can fly,
out over the world, all over the world.
To places you only heard of,
See, faces that you were told were murders
But just like you the’re only lonely boys & girls,
out over the world, all over the world.
What if you could lift them up,
what if you could make it so that times weren’t tough,
So every morning when the world woke up,
They’d only be weather on the news,
only weather on the news.
What if you were back in bed,
and t’was one of them floating over your head,
would you say to your enemies,
that you don’t know what it is,
that could have been between you,
that could have been between you…
There’s still blue skies over bad lands,
even if it is raining in the mornings…
But you don’t need to fly to understand this,
just understand understanding, understand understanding.
Yet another self-indulgent, B.S. music video that cost millions and doesn’t mean a single thing except to the people that made it…
Song has a nice beat to it though…Dbags, begin your fist pumping! 
Meme Translator ep.1
WTF: This is my own Joseph Ducreux “Arcaic Rap” meme.
WTH: This meme is funny because of the humorous juxtaposition of the widely know rap lyrics: “Call me big daddy when you back that ass up” over the image of a 18th century French aristocrat. The lyrics are written here in “old English” the vulgarity of the original message is lost in the wording and made whimsical and enjoyable to all.
Like a phoenix from the ashes
When last I wrote you were much different internets; Friday was just another day of the week, Antoine Dodson was just some dude, and I was in Israel…
So like a phoenix from the ashes my dry sarcastic humour rises and swiftly makes a wise ass comment about something topical…
Welcome reader and come often…
