Post-Midnight Musings on a Mellow Kazoo

Disclaimer:  This stuff doesn't mean anything.  Don't expect to have your horizons broadened.  Furthermore, don't judge my mental condition based on this glowing example of brain vomit.  This is not a message to the masses.  It's something else.

In order to bring myself into conformity with the vast majority of my time zone, I'm probably supposed to be sleeping right now.  But sleep happens every day.

I'm in a musical group of sorts.  We are not called Lionel Pritchert and the Wolfington Brothers.  We are also not called the Robo Goats.  We are also not called Toxic Sloth or even Red and the Left Butt-Cheeks.  I also didn't change my name to Charizard or Jethro Moonquaker.  "Why not?" you may ask.  Well, I didn't think of changing my name to those things until now, and I don't really have plans to quake the moon, so that name would be impractical.

If human existence were to be compared to a road... actually, let's not.  That road would be much too disorienting to think about seriously.

Sometimes the world inside my head replaces the real world and I get lost in ideas rather than concrete occurences and things.  Days and nights like that are depressing to me.  My thoughts are all vying to be seen as most important, and by so doing they crowd out reality and make me lose sight of meaning.  There are a lot of thoughts out there.  Do we have to be rooted in reality to find meaning?  Do we need meaning?  I SUPPOSE THAT IT HELPS IN COMMUNICATION.  I wasn't yelling; my pinky slipped.

In a world where people don't care about each other, where is the meaning?  Why do people put value on things that are actually worthless?  Is confusion so widespread that people begin to value pieces of paper more than people?  Have humans progressed as a race for thousands of years simply in order to better compete with each other?  When people compete, what do they think they're going to gain from winning?  Is evolution so cruel that when the bare essentials for survival have all been accounted for, we instantly turn to the violent destruction of others?  Why can't people care more about other people?  Why can't I follow my own advice without resistance?  Have I put up barriers to reduce my love and protect myself?  Yeah.  Havn't most people done the same?  I don't know.  My walled mind is a safe place, but is it a happy place?

Walking around outside is good for the bones as well as the mind.  I would recommend it to myself more often.  You can have a reason, or you can not have a reason.  Walking is one of those things that doesn't require such trivialities.

The Black Mirror

Yeah.  Think about it for a minute.

What do you see reflected in a black mirror?  You see the absence of existence.  You have a clear window to the void.  When you look in a normal mirror, you see yourself, and remember past events which have shaped your current person.  When I look into a mirror, I hope to see a friend to many, and an enemy to none.  I hope to see a person who would care about me if I was someone else.  I hope to see a person devoid of pride, and bursting with charity.  I hope to see one with a great capacity for love and forgiveness.  I can't say that I ever fully see that, but I want to see it.

The black mirror comes into existence, or rather replaces existence, when one ceases to be a human, and becomes the void.  If we give nothing and take everything then what are we but living vacuums?  Perhaps even mosquitoes on the arm of the human race.  Vacuums, mosquitoes, and black mirrors all suck.  I hope to never subscribe to the self-absorbed lies of the world.  When one ceases to be interested in people, and instead takes stock in things, their reflection is a shadow, and their impact on humanity is negative.  I want to fill the void within myself and others; I want to fill it with things of lasting and true importance.

Zombies

It's been a while, but a topic has recently come to my attention that must be addressed.  Zombies.  Who are they?  What do they want?  Why do non-infected human beings insist on mercilessly killing them?  I will answer all of this and more.

False depiction of zombie.

Who are zombies?  Zombies are, first and foremost, people.  They are sick physically and mentally, but they are still people.  Some believe they are subject to an evil overmind who has raised them from the dead, but this is not true.  These people would be confusing zombies with undead.  Zombies are living, breathing human beings who have been infected with the zombie virus, which changes their genetic structure to make them more prone to violent tendencies and physiologically less dependent on the normal organs that a human requires to live.  The virus actually creates a new section of their brain, which I have taken the liberty of naming "the zombellum."  The virus does not, however, turn them into mindless killing machines.  Their culture has evolved in such a way that they have more fully embraced the violence that is present in their zombellum, but this does not mean that they cannot resist it.  They are often referred to as a different race than humans.  I think that this is fair because the zombie virus changes them immensely.  However, we must never forget that they are, in all actuality, humans.  They still have the benefit of agency, and although some may be addicted to the taste of the human brain, these creatures are not monsters.  Chocolate fudge actually makes a good substitute for brains, or so it seems with the numerous zombies I have tested.

Another fake zombie.

What do they want?  They, being humans, thirst after knowledge.  They just want to better themselves, and benefit society.  Their aims are noble and wise.  Unfortunately, when the zombellum is allowed to take over their being, judgment is impaired, and as a consequence they go out seeking human brains.  Now, you and I know that eating brains won't actually make you smarter, but to a common zombie this simple truth is not so plain.  Their culture is young, and their language is unsophisticated, so actions (their only real form of expression) tend to become the social norms.  There is actually some research on supposed zombie art found in Norway, but it has not been studied enough to qualify it as formal evidence of zombie free expression.  If we only attempted to communicate somehow, we could teach them that they don't need to eat brains in order to better themselves...  They just want to be accepted and they don't know how to gain that acceptance.

Evil propaganda.

Why are the virus-free humans bent on the destruction of these unfortunate virus-carriers?  Well, obviously the virus-free homo sapiens is concerned for his/her own safety, and wanting to preserve his/her brain.  This is perfectly normal behavior.  Self-preservation is the most basic instinct, and humans have the right to follow that urge.  The problem arises when people decide that the proper course is to mercilessly destroy any infected being.  I ask you this:  is it fitting and proper behavior for a human being possessing all of the privileges and responsibilities of agency to obliterate a zombie female's central nervous system with a sawed-off shotgun?  How can non-infected humans claim to have the moral high ground on zombies when they seek after brains with a greater degree of lust and hatred?  It is my personal theory that zombies embraced their violence-prone culture as a result of their human interactions.  Perhaps more funding should be put into the zombotomy research fund.  (A zombotomy is a new surgery designed to remove the zombellum, but the technology is fairly new.)

 I don't move for complete anti-violence.  As I stated before, one has every right to defend oneself.  I only want zombies to be treated as equals.  Previously, zombie killing has not been considered a crime in any of the 50 United States.  They have been viewed as inferiors, and considered a virus in of themselves.  Specially trained teams have been employed to eradicate them from the Earth.  We need to be the bigger people, and stop the hate.  All I am saying, is give peace a chance.