But Who Will Build The Roads?

A popular socialist contention against people who want a lesser government (eg libertarians) and anarchists is: "Who will build the roads?" implying mainly that it is ONLY government that can build roads and thus government is necessary. The question seems comical yet holds a philosophical essence as to the nature and role of government is society.

A simple answer to this is: "Who built the first foot tracks during the early times?". Certainly not government but people out of the natural necessity to do so. 

But why early people did not build roads during those times? The answer is that there is no reason for them to build something that is not yet required by the need to have it. Technology and roads go together. When technology advances, the roads gets wider because it is necessary to be so. The invention of wheels made foot tracks to be widened. The invention of cars need widened foot tracks to be paved.

So who will build roads? The answer is those who feel there is a need for it.

What Came First? Chicken or Egg

There is no doubt. The problem about existence or the problem of origin of everything can be clamped down into one of the simplest questions of all time: which one came first chicken or egg? 

Stalemate is the current status of the matter . The unyielding egg camp is yet to yield to the equally unyielding chicken camp. Meaning, no odd advantage for anyone. And with the rate by which the intellectual battle goes on, it is sad to say that the future of the discourse is a dead end. The fate of the case in hand will be sealed without satisfaction.

But there is a way out. One way is to question the question itself. Doubt everything including the question. Away from the usual expectation that an answer can be found to satisfy every question, or every question is expected to yield an answer, a new approach must be introduced if men are that sincere to find the ultimate answer to the ultimate question of existence. The E-question, or existence question, must be dealt with not in a manner like when one needs trivial answers to trivial questions. 

As said, there is a way out. The way out is to find the way in.  Is it not true that a rewarding way to find a possession lost along the way is to walk back to where one had already been? Most likely that lost stuff can never be found on paths that is not yet taken because, obviously, that lost thing can only be dropped or lost on places where one had already been. Much like the same, one needs not to venture further along untouched places to satisfy the E-question. One only needs to walk back and trace the very path that brought him to his current longing for an answer. 

The E-question is a man's question who he really is. The question where one came from is a seeker's question who he really is. The question about the origin of everything is a man's question who he really is. In short, answering the E-question is no more than a man's way of self-remembering. Losing a possession along the way is like a man forgetting who he really is. Along the way he thought he lost it. One way to find it back is to walk back for it. 

But intellectually, how is walking back carried out? The visualization of a man physically tracing back his path to find his lost stuff is easy to do. Applying the same strategy for the mind seems laborious to do so.  There is a point in time that the mind starts getting exhausted dealing so much with the E-question and the suggestion that it needs to trace back itself will only add more burden to itself. It adds more confusion than answers. Or does it? Well, if seen that way, there is a reason to be glad because in truth that is partially the point. At least one is starting to get it.

Tracing the "way in" simply means to question the nature of the mind. This time, to have real answers, cease desiring for answers as if answers are like tangible objects that can be measured. what needed to be done is to question the very question. Or more precisely, question the QUESTIONER! Aha!

The great Hindu Sage Sri Bhagavan Ramana Maharshi often used the same strategy when seekers came to him for answers and enlightenment. He introduced the strategy with his infamous question: WHO AM I? "Who am I?" is not to be taken as a mantra rather a way for the mind to trace back its way in. It is to veer the mind unto itself. When one asks about who he really is, "Who Am I?" is a question needs to be invoked to question who or what is the one questioning.

So, if one still itches with the question, which one came first, chicken or egg, he needs to be clear who is the one asking and fuck it.

Why Safety Through Gun Registration is Absurd

As a believer of Austrian free-market economics, it is my belief that the main purpose of registration [of any property] is to address the inherent problem brought by economic scarcity of goods. It is to establish who owns what. Registration is an issue related to private property. May it be real estate, cars, business or guns.

Gun registration is never been peculiar with any other property in society. The registration of it must only be a matter of economics principle. And matters concerning safety is of secondary concern, or better yet not relevant at all.

Registered or not, gun can always be used as a means to harm others. So as cars, registered or not; driver with or without license, can cause harm to others if one intends to do so [or when an accident occurs]. Registration never change the intent to harm if such intent exists and pursued.

When people use guns to kill or harm anyone, they did not actually chose guns. What they did was have the easiest means available for them carry out their intent. At early times when metallurgy doesn't yet exist, the easiest means to kill anyone is rope, a hard piece of wood, stones etc. and not guns (obviously because gun was yet to exist).

When safety is the issue, gun registration hardly matters. If safety is the main concern, why not push for a system that maximizes every citizen's chance to have defense for himself or his family?.

Only a stupid robber would rob a bus full of citizens with guns. But since the robber is intelligent, he would then look for victims who are less armed and away from the police, who at most cases always late to arrive at crime scenes.

Who Am I?

I am not the  thing Seen; the Object
Neither the Seer; the Subject
I am the Seeing itself; the Action; the Happening.

Yet, it doesn't end there. Doesn't start there.
I am the Consciousness by which no other way can;
Happening be possible. 
I am beyond. (yet this is still a lie)
Haha. The Truth of who am I is not on the answer.
It's on who ask the question!

My Most Potent Cannabis Recipe So Far

I have been smoking weed for over a year. I decided to stop it when I discovered the most potent recipe of it. I am sure not few share the same experience as mine but are reluctant to share it on wider audience so as not to draw unwanted attention from police or police-loving neighbors.

Smoking weed, called joint, can get you the high you wanted. But there is a big difference to the recipe I am about to share. Consuming weed by smoke can give you the result in a quicker time. However, it dissipates quickly. Based on my experience, after consuming a joint, I count 30 minutes before I feel the kick. But it stays in me only in an average of 2 hours. 

So I decided to experiment on something else. First I have found brownies. But I am a lazy person and not willing to go through buying brownie materials and later on cooking it. It is time consuming and a sure additional cost to the whole preparation. The good thing is that you can get high orally even without the brownies. I just want to be high. Brownies are not much of any consideration.

[Read Cannabis on Wikipedia ]

What I did was to cut through the process and use the very product which I found to be so easily preapred. Cannabis Oil.

The recipe is utterly simple. I needed to have a handful of dried cannabis and a cup of margarine. Vegetable oil is also recommended. I chopped the cannabis evenly finely. (much better if one uses a grinder).  Then melt the margarine in moderate heat. Put the chopped cannabis and let it simmer for at least 20 minutes. Based on my literary research, it will only take 15 minutes to extract the THC from marijuana using oil. Twenty minutes is what I usually do. By then the THC will be in the margarine. You can throw away the residue if you want. THC is oil soluble. In water it is not.

My first take, as I was just experimenting on it, I thought was too much. I took about 4 tbsp (or maybe more) of the oil. In an hour the power of came ragingly kicking in me. And an unbelievable 20 hours I was stoned. But I came not unprepared mentally. I have to be psychologically prepared of what might happen to me. All I did was to consider every possible worst thing that might happen to me and relax to it. Like overdose. But I was not hesitant to go on because overdose, as my acquaintances said, is not possible with marijuana. 

The sensation kicked in at 11:00 in the morning. It came in slowly getting stronger every minute while I lay down on my bed motionless to receive all what the stuff is sure to bring me.  The sensation grew really strong and I felt like I was flying in the air. It is like two huge divine hands carrying me like a child and being brought to a peaceful sleep with a lullaby.  Sometimes I felt like being tossed up to the air but there is no falling down. Felt like just floating with the clouds. It is a sensation I never felt before not even in a single moment when I smoke weed. Colors and images became vivid. And all of them are magnificent. I enjoyed the sensation of it. 

But then here came the nightmare part which I really took time to think about before proceeding to my cannabis oil adventure. Though the first half of the adventure was finely lubricated to a perfect pleasurable sensation, the other half is consumed in a quite dreadful feeling of panic. Panic comes in when one grew tired of the beautiful sensation. I got bored of the sensation. The other half was partially consumed in a struggle to come out from the adventure. But it is not possible. I took too much oil. And no matter how I like it, I don't know yet how to relieve me of the then growing uneasiness of my feelings. It is like a nightmare where you feel running terrified of something yet unable to move.

I have no choice but to give in and let go of the struggle by just relaxing to the then unpleasant feeling of being high for too long. But eventually I fell asleep. The rest is forgotten story. I woke in the morning at 7:00. That's 20 hours in all. Much of the first part consumed in magnificent sensation and short panic and much of sleep. 

After the experience I decided to reduce the dosage to just 1 or 2 tbsp so as not to impair me of my daily work while under high. I don't like to be under the oil spell for 20 hours again. It is horrible at some part. 

Wait, I almost forgot about closing your eyes. But you don't have to be reminded of it. It would be natural to just close the eyes while on the sensation. You can't help yourself but close your eyes and go on along like a tree swaying with the wind. 

I have done quite a wide readings as to the benefits of cannabis. They say there is no overdose. And it cures a lot diseases when taken orally. I was getting ready of the thing they say about getting mystical insights. But I did get nothing. I am too stoned to get insights. Perhaps the only mystical insight I can share is that everything is nothing when one stops interpreting anything. And that's what exactly had happened. I was incapable of formulating thoughts. And in that I found out the mystic secret of simply not thinking. The not-thinking part is what gives it all. 

While on high, the immediate past is easily erased in memory. I was just immersed in the present moment of it and did not think and did not worry about how dirty government and politics is as I usually do when I am not high. But the feeling helped me discover it useless hating anything. Life is much precious not consumed in struggle of correcting it. Life correct itself effortlessly. The secret is to not own a thing. The whole thing own me. 

In the Philippines it is a sure jail time being caught using cannabis. But I am glad some part of USA is legalizing the use of marijuana. Not in a snap but sure in the near future cannabis will be legal in the Philippines. 

 
I hope I get good health results in the long run.

Fact: The only Animals on this Planet are Humans

Animals anyone?

How many times did you hear people in silent pride claiming that "human specie is the highest form of animals"? And how many times did you agree; or have you ever disagreed? To me I automatically disagree with a laugh. Poor humans indeed to ever come-up with such ridiculous self-serving  idea about themselves. 

I disagree that humans are the prima donnas not that humans might be negotiated to another level lower than what was originally claimed. Contrary to the egotistic claim of humans that their specie is the highest form of animal, I categorically say they are not. In fact, people are the ONLY animals on this planet. With this I don't negotiate. Humans belong to the only level it has for itself: the animal level. Humans monopolizes this level. There should be no imposition that all other species belong to this class.

 

Yes, there are no other animals on this planet. Humans are the only animals on this planet. This doesn't sound like a music to any human's ears. They always prefer the term "human specie is the highest form of animals". Why? Why does the idea that humans are the only animals is so unappealing while the idea that humans being at the top of all animals is pleasing? The reason is perhaps to save themselves from the disgrace created by their acts supposedly imaginable only on all other species they call "lower animals". This is a way to somehow dilute the fact that human beings act no more than like all other species called by them as lower class. Lower class in words but not in deeds. So calling themselves top animals over any other animals somehow saves them from the perfect blow of guilt. 

The only reason that the idea that humans are the top specie of all animals is that they can reason it out perfectly. With all premise in place, the conclusion is establish. Human logic solves it all. But hey, this appears to me as a huge fallacy. Humans being judges of their own case? Reasoning is a man-made brand. With this, with humans being the judge of their own cases, reasoning out to prove the claim is as ridiculous as the claim itself. Always self-serving. 

Meanwhile, pigs don't share prejudice over anything over any other species. Pigs and all other "lower" species don't give a crap. And these lower class of creatures do not agree or disagree to what humans proudly mumble about themselves. 

But I hear the usual argument that pigs are not rational. Crap. How in heaven humans know that pigs are not rational? Of course they are rational - on their own language, the pig language. But they don't call it as such. Only humans call it that way. Never deciphered anything yet. Again, self-serving. Doesn't give much justice to everything. 

Humans is the only specie certain what the word "animal" means, among all other concepts humans use. And they wear it as a badge declaring their authority over all other things (who couldn't care less) on or in  or around this planet. They wear the badge as a proof of them being the "highest form of animals". All other species have no slight hint as to what humans really mean about anything much less animal are aware of any hint or much less aware that they are aware.

What is so good about being on top of the animal kingdom anyway? None. It is an empty concept tied  mainly around arrogance. Humans view they are the leader of this planet. So there is a race to put up campaigns about saving the planet. They claim they have the rational means to act in saving the planet. Really? 

Why Government Services are Fake Compassion?

One does compassion not to make himself happy. He does compassion because he is happy.

That is why taxes and government socialist services are fake forms of compassion. They arise not of the genuine feeling to extend help to others but rest on the idea that such action MIGHT make other people better or surely make the giver happy about himself. See? Politician's brand of compassion has a taste of deceit and an anticipation of reward. What a selfish motive indeed hiding in the face of compassion. Compassion doesn't expect something in return, whatever good is it the return might bring. 

Government socialist programs aims to better the life of others. It wants others to be delivered from misery. In short, these services intend to make people happy. But then since socialist programs are forms of fake compassion, the result would be just fake happiness for those receiving people.

A happy person extend help to others but doesn't really care if such thing is to be called compassion or not. He is happy and doesn't mind he'll be getting anything or not.