Where does the will come from? Can you really tell me you believe it is "simply a response of stimuli." At what point does one admit that consciousness is real. That perception and awareness are what frame everything we "know", and any memories we have are unique. We share a world with one another that we will never see in the same manner, and yet we work together. When something good is possible, why deny its application? Why, when a person's will seems to be the greatest reflection of who he or she is, do we try to question it's primacy and equality? Why must one man dictate to others things of which he has no experience of applying? You cannot understand a woman or man with numbers. Economics has shown the will to be too unpredictable to model, but what they are unwilling to admit, is some things are impossible to quantify. Actions may correlate with them, but immeasurables are what make us human. So let's embrace our individuality, let's encourage others to do the same, and let us show the world how when we choose to love each other and respect each other, we can provide for each other far better than any edict or social structure can mandate. We can thrive together. It's a team sport, take care of each other. You'll be amazed at how great the world around you can become.
Marleeeey, I've got something for ya Tut tut tut tut Come here boy I wish I could call for you one more time Hear your collar clinging, running to the sound of treats Clattering on the floor along with your claws I wish I could feel your breath, hold your toes Rub your chin, brush your fur one last time I miss your weight on my chest I miss feeling paralyzed by your cuteness Commanded not to move to make the most Of the priceless moments of your touch I wish life wasn't tragic But tragedy is part of life And death is a tragedy The comedian in all of us wants to rage Set fire to the absurdity of it all Why do we endure all this pain Because there's so much more than pain We also have joy and love and peace The pleasure of a back scratch is worth it all Thank you for all of your snuggles Your mischievous self interest As innocent as my children's smiles I can hear you in the rumble of the world Traffic echos, music whines, and I feel you I miss you already, my little m...