On the subject of good and evil

It is a common misconception that there are people who are “good” or “evil”. An important distinction that is often overlooked is the intent of the attitude. Is it habit, or is it choice? From that one question, we can divide people into four groups.

The habitually good These people are good because it's a habit. They say please and thank you without ever hearing the words. Neural pathways laid down in childhood keeps these people on a narrow path of behaviour. Like a great machine they are simple self lubricating cogs, easing the path of themselves and others. Their lives become like dreams that have an unending circular logic. Not unpleasant but totally bereft of interpersonal choice, there are rules, and they follow them without even realising that they're there. The habitually evil Should you meet them, have mercy on them, for these people are ruled by fear. Like a hungry beaten dog they growl and snap in the futile hope that an uncaring universe won't kick them again. Should you be kind to them they will simply see an opportunity to exploit you. To tame the habitually evil you must simply be kind, to someone else. Wild dogs and hungry savages cannot resist the smell of a cooked meal, so to is the habitually evil unable to resist the good relationship. They see the possibility of another way of being, one unshackled by fear. Some will distrust what they see, preferring their old habits, some others may chose a path, high or low. The evil by choice The evil by choice are rarer than you might think. In truth, the choice made is strictly speaking not one to be evil, but one to be blind. Humans are incapable of cruelty and evil to one another unless they stop seeing the other as human. Sometimes this is done with language such as “Terrorist”, or they are covered in black hoods so they don't quite look like people any more, their anguish, and their humanity hidden. Those who chose the path of blindness are irredeemable, either through fear or greed they chose not to look and not to see. Firstly give them a choice to look and see; if they are powerful you can make them see; but this requires all the people to rise up and take their power away. If they are powerless, and strike out as opportunity presents itself, you can only thwart them with honesty. Tell everyone what they do, and how they do it. Expose them for what they are, what little power they have, be burnt away by the morning light. Should all that fail, and if it's in the common good, have them locked away at least, destroyed utterly at worst. The good by choice The last group is the most curious, by the habitually good they are viewed as cruel, the habitually evil as karma incarnate and by the evil by choice as dangerously sympathetic to the un-people. In truth, they are none of these things. The good by choice sees all the options and all the consequences and realises that the process of goodness is its own reward; that by being good we create the world we seek to live in, that none can be left behind and stepping on someone to get ahead just gets you stuck. The danger of the good by choice is their capacity to imagine evil, to see its machinations from the outside as the shambolic fear driven clock-work monstrosity that it really is, and to then throw a spanner in the works. If the evil by choice have made a decision to be blind, the good by choice have made a decision to see. Their perception makes them powerful, the blind will always bumble along while the sighted walk along the straight path. Do you choose? Do you see?]]>

It is a common misconception that there are people who are “good” or “evil”. An important distinction that is often overlooked is the intent of the attitude. Is it habit, or is it choice? From that one question, we can divide people into four groups.

The habitually good

These people are good because it’s a habit. They say please and thank you without ever hearing the words. Neural pathways laid down in childhood keeps these people on a narrow path of behaviour. Like a great machine they are simple self lubricating cogs, easing the path of themselves and others. Their lives become like dreams that have an unending circular logic. Not unpleasant but totally bereft of interpersonal choice, there are rules, and they follow them without even realising that they’re there.

The habitually evil

Should you meet them, have mercy on them, for these people are ruled by fear. Like a hungry beaten dog they growl and snap in the futile hope that an uncaring universe won’t kick them again. Should you be kind to them they will simply see an opportunity to exploit you. To tame the habitually evil you must simply be kind, to someone else. Wild dogs and hungry savages cannot resist the smell of a cooked meal, so to is the habitually evil unable to resist the good relationship. They see the possibility of another way of being, one unshackled by fear. Some will distrust what they see, preferring their old habits, some others may chose a path, high or low.

The evil by choice

The evil by choice are rarer than you might think. In truth, the choice made is strictly speaking not one to be evil, but one to be blind. Humans are incapable of cruelty and evil to one another unless they stop seeing the other as human. Sometimes this is done with language such as “Terrorist”, or they are covered in black hoods so they don’t quite look like people any more, their anguish, and their humanity hidden. Those who chose the path of blindness are irredeemable, either through fear or greed they chose not to look and not to see. Firstly give them a choice to look and see; if they are powerful you can make them see; but this requires all the people to rise up and take their power away. If they are powerless, and strike out as opportunity presents itself, you can only thwart them with honesty. Tell everyone what they do, and how they do it. Expose them for what they are, what little power they have, will be burnt away by the morning light. Should all that fail, and if it’s in the common good, have them locked away at least, destroyed utterly at worst.

The good by choice

The last group is the most curious, by the habitually good they are viewed as cruel, the habitually evil as karma incarnate and by the evil by choice as dangerously sympathetic to the un-people. In truth, they are none of these things. The good by choice sees all the options and all the consequences and realises that the process of goodness is its own reward; that by being good we create the world we seek to live in, that none can be left behind and stepping on someone to get ahead just gets you stuck. The danger of the good by choice is their capacity to imagine evil, to see its machinations from the outside as the shambolic fear driven clock-work monstrosity that it really is, and to then throw a spanner in the works. If the evil by choice have made a decision to be blind, the good by choice have made a decision to see. Their perception makes them powerful, the blind will always bumble along while the sighted walk along the straight path.

Do you choose? Do you see?

Fatigue

ve always found it hard to focus, but then again, who doesn’t? Possibly the Germans, but we all know how that ended up. I’ve decided to breathe new life into Pinksheep.Com. I thought about doing it through Antijoe but that didn’t appeal to me in the long term. I wanted this to be for the people, Antijoe is for me.

So what’s the plan? Gossip, senseless, wonderful gossip. A few of my favourite message boards have been going down the shitter for quite sometime now and I realised that if I wanted a cool message board to hang out on, I had to make it myself. Of course no one comes to an empty message board so I’m going to have to put some content on it, and I’ll be strong arming my friends to do the same, hopefully with some cross promotion in the gay rags and on queer radio I might be able to get an audience together.

There is also a page of rules on Pinksheep. I’m a little worried that it sounds very hard arsed and not fun, but I figure you have to tell people up front that blinking avatars aren’t cool. Some people just have no taste.

I’ll also be doing a weekly one hour pod-cast; hopefully with my flatmate Matthew. I honestly don’t know how well it will come out. An hour of quality programming is no mean feat, I will try to fill it with news, a few musical numbers and sketch comedy. The last one is a bit exciting, I’ve spent some time on character development, but it was with an eye on television script writing. Hopefully some of the characters and sketches will translate nicely to radio, sadly the dearth of voice actors in my home means that I’ll probably be doing it myself and doing a shit load of pitch shifting in post production. Doesn’t that make me sound like I know what I’m doing? I almost positively famous, I can feel it!

When you die

When you die, you will still be hungry.
Isn’t that a bitch?
A death like circles and rocks and gravity.

Nothing in this world can quench your thirst. Or the next world (So you can fuck off with your god bothering nonsense and enjoy the cold, the dark, the silence you tossers). I’d tell you that you’re like a circle, except you’d think I was making a crack about your weight. I’m not, but you’d still make that unimpressed face that people make when you try to share a dream and they realise that they’ve stepped in dog shit as the cosmic scales immediately compensate for real human interaction. Circles.

I was never very good at sympathy.

Do you ever wish you could go back?
You were ignorant there too; the future was a mysterious then as it is now. Time is cruellest on our faces and most forgiving on our memories. You said that once.
You can’t live in the now either, it’s all fear, tragedy and mundane desire
Do you wish you could rush forward? Diving but never falling. You didn’t say that, but I bet you would have if you had thought of it.

I wish that things would end, cleanly, like stories, or TV shows or poems with a beginning, middle and end.
But all things repeat. Rhymes, TV shows, seasons, history.
Can you name me a thing that doesn’t repeat?
Circles?
Rocks?
Gravity?
Snow flakes and arseholes?

I could live around my life. Could I? Could I live my life a few feet away from my body? Maybe that’s not living; maybe it’s not even existing. You are like a rock. Hard and sharp. You said that once, or maybe I did. Or maybe it was Stacey, that girl you knew who always got drunk at parties and looked like she would cry if only she could summon up a half decent reason, but her life is bland and dull. Neither hot nor cold.

You know… Stacey. Medium height, bad skin, ok teeth. Well, not bad-bad skin. Comparatively bad skin. Maybe you stoned your ugly friends.

I’m joking. Don’t make that face. Please.

What is unique anyway? Not people. Have you ever been in shopping centre and realised that they’re all the same? Same small lives and consumer spending habits. We’ve profiled you from your spending on your crazy cash card and, for your convenience of course, decided that you might be interested in the upcoming special offers on the following items:

Circles
Rocks
Gravity

Act now! They won’t last! For a limited time! You need it! We need you! Happiness is impossible to acquire! You must chase it! Now! Now! Now! Just look how absorbent it is! Dry away those tears of boredom. For three easy payments of a focus group determined price we will promise you happiness for the fleeting instant you receive our over packaged semi-recyclable parcel (included in the price of postage and handling) and you will look into the face of god and find it plastic and cheap.

I know you’re tired.

I’m tired too.

Remember that time we went out for breakfast and it was sunny and everyone was out and about? It was early but so crowded. You looked at me and said
“I’m suffering”
I pretended not to know what you meant, but I did.
I am without hunger and I suffer.
Suffer.
It gnaws at me and weighs me down.
Gravity.

We are not suffering; we are merely weighed down by a burden that we can not release. Purpose is the last hunger, but you can’t buy a purpose. You can substitute with a job or children or the minutes of the regional orchid fancier and breeder association (First division). Acid for your soul. Or a relationship. You could substitute a relationship.

“What doesn’t kill me will make me stronger” you didn’t say that, or me. It was Nietzsche.
Nietzsche! Not Stacey!
You’re not even listening. Yes he was a tosser too. No I never read any of his stuff. Did you? I’m pretty sure it was Nietzsche. We’re agreed on that at least. I suspect he was never actually bothered by gravity. Lifted up on the wings of a vague feeling of intellectual superiority, until he flew too close to the sun, only to have his wings melt; and come crashing down as a badly translated quotation.

Consigned to mugs and stickers and small signs to put up in the office kitchenette “Wash your own dishes, Nietzsche doesn’t work here”. The kind you find in discount stores that sell crap you never want. Those shops where you feel vaguely aware that you believe that the bad karma of sweat shop production is bound to seep into the products and then leak their misery out into your home or workplace like a drum of toxic psychic energy. You could always go around to the new age shops and buy some pretty crystals though, to shed your karmic weight.

So this is how our hope ends.
Circles, rocks, gravity
Circles, rocks, gravity
Circles, rocks, and gravity
Not with a bang but a discount.

The school photo

I’m at the girls’ school where I did my teaching practicum, the school across the road from the all boys school I went to as a boy. Except I’m a student at the girl’s school, I’m still a boy, but no one (myself included) seems to notice nor care.

We walk all the way down to the bottom oval for a school photo. It’s an incredibly long journey, and we’re all exhausted by the time we get there. One of the girls has to pee so we tell her to go behind a nearby shed. We all agree to walk back would take far too much time, and she might miss the photo.

So she goes behind the shed and pisses. It sounds like a race horse, in fact it sounds like someone spraying a hose into a bucket. Everyone is far too polite to say anything, but it keeps going, and going, and going. We look around, trying not to make eye contact with each other in case we start laughing. She’s into her third minute and we’re all blushing on her behalf. By the fifth minute we are looking at each other incredulously.

She finally comes back. Nobody says anything, we simply look at each other raising an eyebrow discretely.
“The photographer still isn’t here” someone says “he’ll be a while yet”.
“I’m going to finish off then” says our urinater, and proceeds to piss like a race horse for another two minutes.

We were all shocked.