The Monk and the Priest.1.- The Memoirs of Occam

To those who believe in God: Good for you.
For those who don’t believe in God: Good for God.

I am not making any statement here, nor am I implying you to imply that I am implying anything. Does everything we do need to have significance? Does it count? Who counts our sins when all we count are our blessings? Was the world created in 7 days? Why are there 7 days in a week? Why did Voldemort have only 7 horcruxes? Why wasn’t his nose a horcrux? Or was it?

Questions such as these are cannot be given a direct reply for they have none and funnily enough, no one would answer them even if they could. Why, you ask me? Well I can’t be answering all the fools in the world. I meant the answers for the questions. Honest.

Assume that, I did so otherwise. Assume that, I have insulted you. Assume that, I have used sarcasm to put your self-righteous honor in the mud. Assume that, you take it up as a personal grudge against me. Assume that, this leads to a feud. Assume that, my mama whoops yo mama so bad that this yo mama joke doesn't make any sense. Assume that, you didn’t assume the above mentioned assumptions. Assume that, you assumed that I assumed you to assume that it was a double ended pun. Assume that, I assume you still know what we are assuming. Hmmm, I don’t know about you but let’s assume that I do and I’d say you’ve stopped reading somewhere in the middle. #TROLL #Iknowitdoesnotworkhere #Donotputupastatusmockingme #Itpissedmeoffthelasttime

Assumption is not a verb. Neither is it an adjective. It is a noun. As a matter of fact it is an abstract noun. I just made it sound fancy and gave you a free lesson in English. Testing you am I? So sue me.

Notice the question mark’?’? Was I testing your magnanimous patience or was I putting forth a point, assuming there is one. Assuming there is one I will get to the point I have been trying to make. Assuming no one is going to reach this far through this blog post (well even I wouldn’t) I assume it is safe to say those few that assuming things in your life will screw it up, more than significantly. Make the least number of assumptions in every wake of your life.

Facts beget perfection. But never assume a fact to be true. The only true entity in the world is the faith you put up on yourself for the only variables are you. Lose yourself to find your inner self and the day you try to achieve enlightenment, that is the day you know the true meaning of illumination of the soul.

Now assume I was testing your magnanimous patience. What good would that do? I would lose the already trickling few who care to give me the 500 page views per post? Assume I did, so does that mean my life ends? Well my friends, let me tell you a small story about a monk and a priest…..

Murdock Memories- World for One

“Five is for friends, four is for family, three is for trouble, two is us, but still I live in a world for one.”

No one is supposed to be here. Why are there so many fickle minded folks? Question of my life I suppose, live and ignore the ones you let live. Well what has to be done has to be done. No turning back now. Walk in, identify target, walk up to target, primary objective, optional objective presented, mission accomplished. But it had to be screwed up didn’t it.

Walk in
The door works only one way. Ever heard of efficiency fooliot!

Identify target
Target missing. Punctuality and professionalism go in the same line, but it’s just that my name sounds better when in the same sentence with fashionably late with tinge of arrogance. But I had to be punctual, how else can I screw something up?

Walk up to target
Okay, who am I kidding. Mission objectives changed. Identify secondary objectives, a carnal lust or fruitless jabbering with politically incorrect immature misconceptions of the human race? That’s a no brainer, obviously the latter.

Secondary objective 1
Smile. Nod. Smile. Laugh on cue. Smile. Nod. Shake head in indecisive manner. Smile. Look around. Smile. Add non lexical in above interaction where ever possible. Smile till cheeks hurt.

Secondary objective 2
Go for carnal lust at a properly timed awkward moment which backfires so badly that you premonition version of awkward silence that follows a talk about awkward silence draws no laughter. *Crickets chirp right on que* AWKWRD.

Secondary objective 3
FAIL.

Primary Objective
EPIC FAIL.

Optional objective
Listen to Aqua for piece of mind or watch Star Trek for a reality check. End up listening to fake indigenous songs. *Close Enough*

Mission status
*Like a Boss*

MORAL:
When one sees the world around them, they see it in their perspective. How they could have done things, how they would like things to be, how they could be selfish and narcissistically demented and psychotically pathetic in being a stubborn self assured sob, how they can influence lives to serve their ends just because they can instead of using it to serve a higher cause. They haven’t gotten the calling as they have closed their ears to other people’s views and opinions, ie they have put God on the list of Universal DO NOT DISTURB. Bottom line, “When everything is not what it seems, compassion and heart matter more than protocol, procedure and orthodox professionalism.” What is protocol but a means to an end to achieve what passion can. And more efficiently at that.

The Number Game of Life

Twenty’s a number, that’s a score,
Nineteen’s a number, of lovely hope,
Eighteen’s a number, twice the pain,
Seventeen’s a number, with all to gain,
Sixteen’s a number, that’s hardly sweet,
Fifteen’s a number, of innocent heat,
Fourteen’s a number, not twice the same,
Thirteen’s a number, when am luckily sane,
Twelve’s a number, the day I am at forever,
Eleven’s a number, we want to be a teenager,

Ten’s a number, surrounded by painful guilt,
Nine’s a number, marred in identity misfit,
Eight’s a number, even music listens to,
Seven’s a number, for the powerful,
Six’s a number, of twos and threes,
Five’s a number, man can’t seize,
Four’s a number, a pair of pairs,
Three’s a number, never fair,
Two’s a number, meant to be,
One is the number, the world won’t see…

-Shravan “Howling Mad” Santosh

PS: This is food for thought. If you have attacks of nostalgia, then you’re most welcome.