Thinking Atoms

"Support the Troops" bumper stickers. Tricky words. You're made appear unsupportive of "The Troops" with the order to support. At this point you might feel a bit in debt to the rest of the sentence, which was purposefully left vague and presented as a group of human beings in need of support to possibly excite your feelings of caring, compasion and even pressing the "family buttons" in your head a bit. "Troops" also carries with it a power positive connotation. "With the loss of her job, house, and dearest friend; Stella remains with her feet firm on the ground. She's such a trooper". An admirable human virtue, that of the lone soul standing up to the tempests of the god's. You think about it for a second and images of young men and women at the prime of their life flash through. "The Troops" are the people you went to high school with, brothers and sisters, first-time parents. They're "good" people, and they need your "support". Or else why would there be a bumper sticker you ask.

The sticker asks you to start supporting a group of human being with that highly esteemed trooper virtue. And you agree.. But, why support only the troops of ones nation? Aren't they all Troops? If you really supported the troops then you would not support war. "The Troops" and "The Military" are NOT the same thing. The military is a system. An ideology. It is nonhuman and it benefits, monetarily, a select few. It does so with a large cost of life and suffering.

Let's see.. I haven't done anything here. Maybe it's the layout. Well, I do promise you this. I will exasprate my allowed amount of pretentiousness and ignorance as well as I'd enjoy fresh spearmint tea cupped in oak on a distant mountain top. And, I will do so without an ounce of good writting or compass. Tada..

Hello, my name's Aaron. I'm living life at the momment and it's going quite nice. Except, I have a few questions. So I'm not a very content person. In fact, I'm pretty sure I'd shrivel and die if I didn't tug at--and pull away--the heavy cloths drapped onver reality. I study the world, as carefully and logically as posible, through science, peeling back its countless strands of overlapping occurrences, and, events that've taken place through the long steady passage of time; obscureing our origins. Talk about a run-off sentence I say. All of which happens as I go thoughout a brand new day, prancing through my immaginations, pretending to be paying attention. I've recluded inside and am planning to make myself as small as possible, to reach some sort of balance, and be shown the light. I look for genuine, honest, and intelligent people to try have awesome conversations about anything. I wonder if there is a warm truth hidden behind everyday life? The very thing that allows for thoughts and galaxies. It must all fit together in the end. I feel alienated to the grooves of society, and a kin to a fucking rainbow or a stormy night. More like a feather on a hat than a jewel on a crown, I weigh in at about 155 lbs (more to be gained in muscle.. let's see how that goes) and can play a pocket pair like you wouldn't believe. The number 109 has been stalking me since I wa a child. I don't think we're ever going to really know anything and I swear to you that a great big tidal wave is gonna take me away someday. I want to see thee greatest mystery, that great unreachable, and follow it home.