Auther Schopenhauer makes common sense. He said it better than anyone ever I've heard.

Basically Shopenhauer was the guy who first recorded some very compelling arguments about the human experience and about the possible fundamental truths of reality. He deals with the ideas of desire suffering happiness, good and evil, sadness and pain. The meaning of life and he dares to say that maybe life has no "good" meaning and that possibly it is something irrational blind and all pervasive throughout the universe. He indicates that the will to live is no less prevailent in say a blade of grass or a small insect than it is in a human, and that all things filled with life will struggle suffer and fight, due to the force of the will to live that basically manipulates them and gives rise to all their felt desires and most basic instincts. He goes on to suggest that individuality is an illusion and that our souls are not individuals, but rather we are all expressions of the life force which he calls the will to live das will zum leben. The idea is that the will to live is this blind irrational unreasonable force which causes suffering to any living thing. He goes on to assert that we as brainy humans have little control over ourselves because we are victims of our instincts. That the Will to live causes these instincts and that this combination of the will and its manifestations as love hunger desire etc actually inadvertantly blindly drag a living thing through many painful experiences. Shopenhauer is saying that the will to live is this all pervasive supernatural force - blind to suffering and unreasonable, that cares nothing for anyone or anything and wants for nothing but its continued existence. Consequently it drives the living forward despite themselves to create new living things by employing tricks such as the promise of fulfilled sexual desire and the potential extacy of love. In this way Shopenhauer questions the very fundamentals of what it is to be alive as though he were alien to the situation and looking in with fresh eyes. Why do we feel so strongly our instincts and desires? To what end? What is the purpose? Is there a purpose? And what are the implications and consequences of these instincts?

Another area of things Shopenhauer tackled was perception and wxistence which he wrote about in a famous book called the world as will and representation. One of the key points in the book, is that our comprehension of everything is limited to our ability to sense our surroundings. Particularly the notion that beyond our 5 senses sight touch smell hearing etc, we may be missing things that surround us due to an innability to sense them. This is proven true by the fact that humans cannot sense radio waves; yet we know they exist and we use them everyday for a range of purposes. Hundreds of years ago before the mobile phone or the use of radio waves Shopenhauer was exploring the idea that maybe we humans are not noticing everything that is there. So he then suggests that what we know is not the whole truth of our existence, but a mere representation. So he describes the world we know as a combination of the will to live and all its implications coupled with a representation of our surroundings and our selves that is brought about by our senses. Our limited senses. And so this is our world.

And yet another pearl of insight from Shopenhauer is the notion that since we are the subjects of constant desire, we thus can never be satisfied for long. With this in mind he suggests that a way to live a good somewhat content life is to listen to good music and try to restrain your wants. He points out that music has the power to cause you to feel good feelings by proxy - usually good feelings are associated with good things happening to you, but mostly good things do not happen, but you can still experience those good feelings by listening to good music. He also states that unlike eating drinking alcohol drugs or love, music itself is the one pleasure that can not harm you as a side effect.

Haikus by me.

Sad heartache heartache love hurts love hurts more than pain

There was an open wound week on week; it filled with blood and puss and had to be squeeze drained hourly.

She invited 68 people; not me

I’ll call my yacht credit card; I’m not Errol Flynn

If I were Stalin; you’d be in the Gulag.

I act intelligent, even though I’m not; I guess that makes me pompous.

I reckoned her obesity her heaviest burden; then I witnessed her epileptic fit.

Being dumb is embarrassing; intelligence is a passport.

My stupidity, my ugliness, im trapped in their clutches forever, while others soar free from their earliest days.

Albert Speer did 20 years in Spandau prison; they interviewed him in playboy.

If your dumb, even if your right, your still wrong. If your smart, even if your wrong, your still right.

Im a chronic sufferer of the Loser Virus.

You’d be a bully too….if you could

LYRICS

The moral equation between beauty and goodness; beauty is good beauty is the promise of happiness. I want to maintain the rage, Vicious loop – George soros, On a Saturday night, loneliness  is my only friend. In my life Ive wanted so much and had so little, Im  starving, Im starving.

Your the drug and Im the addict, give it to me ill pay any price!
The human condition too much to bear the pain in your heart ill make it go away – give me your favour make my dreams come true take a deep breath theres going to be pain theres love in your heart it drives you insane. Wildest dreams knock on the door
Im the skeleton in your closet, I remind you of your dead son.
To you Im not a member of the human race.

I look at the phone willing it to ring, pick it up make me nervous.

She knows every Alpha-male across this town, I don’t make the grade I don’t meet the criteria, I’m locked out in the cold, my feet are in the snow, all the others are by the fire, the home and hearth, they all have her. But not me! I want her the most! Sometimes I can almost see what it would be like to live happy.

If you find you can get one; then you can get them all, But if you cant get one you cant get any! Pay your mortgage drink your booz now you see its all a ruse!

The shame is written on my face; it blocks me from the human race.  You say women are disadvantaged; I say they control everything!

Dont dare to dream lest it cut you down, Come down to earth where all your dreams are dead. To exist is not enough, time passes in a flash the earth spins a thousand times and your gone, the gods look down at the spinning earth, only they remember you only they know you once existed only they know your unfulfilled desire.

And here come the tears Oh the pain of love, You say take it easy but im on fire. My heart drenched in tears continues to burn. No! You take it easy; I’m on fire!
Tantalising taste of what could have been.
The world revolved a thousand times, gone in a flash only the gods know you existed once; even they feel sad you never got what you wanted.

I wanna see into your heart, I want you to see into my soul. Can you see the pain? Capture the essence fill up your heart with me, with only me.
Some days you sense that the pain of love mite break you.

THE ROMAN BIRTHDAY PARTY
All her friends are there all the young social winners. The Long room stone walled and curve roofed like the underground part of the colloseum and the closeness of the interior of a 60 foot yacht all the walls have subtle shelves all the place is RED. The gods favour red, its all red. Its her birthday, shes fashionably late I’m there i'm awkward i'm a sore thumb, all the walls the interior the door curtains the icons of good luck placed on the discrete shelves ALL RED. It’s a roman birthday party that’s all I know and its hers and the gods smile on her.

What do you do if it turns out you’re not intelligent? Where to? What doing? You’re in a social situation and you don’t know what to say; it makes you feel horrible and anxious. Someone would know what to say; but not you. You lack the sharpness.  There’s no clarity no illumination of that which exceeds the immediate surrounds. Imagine the possibilities if you were intelligent; imagine if you can the fullness you could extract from the heightened awareness of your life.

You’d always know the best course to take, you’d always be perceived as a polite and honest type. You’d be invited and included – thought of, remembered and loved.
What if your ugly? You can’t bare to look in the mirror? Then you are not cut out to fit in. So then what? What then? Oh dear. You are completely without luck. Luck is beauty and intelligence.  Isn’t  it unfair that some should have luck and others not? Try as he might; the race is always lost by the loser.

Life to the loser, in so far as it is knowable, is disgusting. It is cruel. Some are given more talents than others bigger sizes and superior memory and speed and consistency of recal of facts and knowledge. Faster learners and faster thinkers, more wits and better thinking clarity. But what if your one of the losers who has none of these good qualities? I guess you’ll suffer in pain and silence alongside me. We can be no better than we are; and what we are is no better than if we were single-purpose machinery.  Do you ever get the feeling that you have been lied to by society? Better to just live through the TV. Lay on the couch let the glamour world go by. You have one life; but you are incarcerated by personal limitation. Be a slave, your ugly and also you are thick dense dumb stupid unconfident you don’t know what to do or how to do it and you will achieve no hapiness in your allotted time on the earth. Go ahead. Blindly follow hope until it evaporates. For whats the point in trying, if others are naturally better than you?