Mr. ArtAtrocity...False Profits vol.2

Chapter Peace or Grease not both! Everyday I found peace in my life.  The trouble is, no one else in my life does agree, that I found it.  It's like Indiana Jones who doesn't wear the appropriate clothing, not wearing a fedora hat and whip, but tells everyone he found the Holy Grail.  "Yeah, yeah...says the crowd.  We all heard that one."  Peace is not found but actually claimed.  Like a lost item at the Airport.  You must prove that item that was lost is yours.  This is very funny to me.  Like there are hundreds of people out there looking for lost items.  If there were there would be no lost and found in the first place.  Peace can be had.  Now try convincing anyone in your 'real' life that is the case.   The rest  seem to looking for something called..."happiness" ~and not peace.  Now this is a mystery to me.  Happiness is a feeling.  And cannot be claimed.  It is a result of being bo...

My Wife-In-Law who is married to my brother always has me in stitches or just plain mad!  There is never in gray areas with her opinions or the reaction to these said, opinions.  She should work for some political entity to get people's dander up so they will run out an vote for or against these opinions.  She is quite adept at knowing the underlining causes of things but lack the sophistication to tell a lie from the truth.  This trait not uncommon among the humans.  We all lack this trait when our emotions are involved.   I found this out one day, when I was working with a set of friends from my Aerospace days.  I was out, on NFL football and not wanting to bet on sports, anymore.  I did not care what millionaire got a new contract or what have you.   Sports turned into a business not just for the players and owners but the fans too.  So my friends would ask me what games to bet or not?  So because I had not an iron, i...

  What I find  most disturbing-- is the people who are the closest to you,  are never the 'good judge' of your own real worth. It seems 'Only strangers--' understand what you are really all about. The saying, "...that a "prophet is his own land is never heard." Is an axiom that is true today, as it was long ago.    No one who witnesses a friend, 'growing up' thinks-- that friend is worthy of being heard. Or is an expert of anything at all and especially nothing special.  Special never comes from within the city limits but always comes from-- 'over the hill.' But never right there in front of us. The real truth is that the thing or person we care about the most. Is the thing or person we take for granted-- the most.    We wake to a world that is alive with color and sound but no one has the time, to see or hear this wonderful rocky enclave. We are just too busy. To damn deaf and mad blind to try to "smell the roses." Mo...