<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788798</id><updated>2011-07-20T09:31:59.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cRaSh_InTo_Me</title><subtitle type='html'>"It's the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In LA, nobody touches. We’re always behind this metal and glass. I think that we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other just so we can feel something."
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-Don Cheadle, in the movie CRASH-</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11crash-into-me11.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788798/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11crash-into-me11.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>.:"Ezra G.":.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13589842715213878226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e336/crashintomusic/th_Photo1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788798.post-115727032307359008</id><published>2006-09-03T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T00:58:43.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>READ, LEARN, AND PASS IT ON</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wrote this originally as a commentary on a friend's blog entry entitled "Insecurity and Judgement....... dammit!" Please go to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog." p0mpitous0fl0ve=""&gt;http://www.blog.myspace.com/p0mpitous0fl0ve&lt;/a&gt; to view the blog entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Realizing that everything in this world is fleeting and, ultimately, utterly insignificant should be literally hammered into every single human being's brain. Only then will we be able to transcend this world, this pain, this lopsided universe that seems to be so hopelessly confused, it doesn't know whether to expand or contract (current quantum physics has actually proved that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; conditions are happening!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All the great sages and enlightened people of our time, not to mention &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Son Of God Himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; all agree: Don't look at the things of this world, because THERE IS something out there, something utterly better than this shithole we're living in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What is my point in bringing this up, you might ask. My point is this: People have a limited scope of reality. What we need is to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STOP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;being confused.If we realize that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE WHOLE IS MORE THAN THE SUM OF THE PARTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, we'd all be better off. And if we keep looking up (meaning looking towards heaven, eternal life, nirvana, whatever you want to call it), we will notice less of our own physical flaws, and more of the rich rewards of times to come. It's a simple enough formula. We need to apply it, and I can tell you, we will become &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LESS JUDGEMENTAL, MORE APPRECIATIVE, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and eventually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BE ENLIGHTENED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To close, I would like to tell you how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. I see you as a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. You are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;someone who EXISTS, who IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. I don't see you as "just a skinny white boy from the 'burbs" or "fat old chinese cow who own the smelly corner market." I see you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wholly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, more than the sum of your parts (physical or otherwise). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I see You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Pass it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;P.S.: Feel free to tell your friends about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY BLOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or link to it if you wish. Spread the fire..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788798-115727032307359008?l=11crash-into-me11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11crash-into-me11.blogspot.com/feeds/115727032307359008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788798&amp;postID=115727032307359008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788798/posts/default/115727032307359008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788798/posts/default/115727032307359008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11crash-into-me11.blogspot.com/2006/09/read-learn-and-pass-it-on_03.html' title='READ, LEARN, AND PASS IT ON'/><author><name>.:"Ezra G.":.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13589842715213878226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e336/crashintomusic/th_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788798.post-113700676570835719</id><published>2006-01-11T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T23:11:09.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ON PAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;It pains me to see the pain of the world, flashing before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;It pains me to see that we have to inflict pain, and receive pain in return&lt;br /&gt;It pains me to know that pain is insufferable, and yet is so utterly inevitable&lt;br /&gt;It pains me to know what pain is like, and what pain can do&lt;br /&gt;It pains me to know that I cannot do a damn thing about pain&lt;br /&gt;It pains me that I have to accept life as it is, and live it&lt;br /&gt;It pains me to know how you are oblivious to pain&lt;br /&gt;It pains me to know that you don't feel my pain&lt;br /&gt;It pains me to know that pain, for all that it hurts,&lt;br /&gt;It is pain that tells you that something is wrong,&lt;br /&gt;It is pain that shows you that you're on the wrong track, and, ultimately,&lt;br /&gt;It is pain that we know; pain is all that we know, and pain that is our healing salve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788798-113700676570835719?l=11crash-into-me11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11crash-into-me11.blogspot.com/feeds/113700676570835719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788798&amp;postID=113700676570835719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788798/posts/default/113700676570835719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788798/posts/default/113700676570835719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11crash-into-me11.blogspot.com/2006/01/on-pain.html' title='ON PAIN'/><author><name>.:"Ezra G.":.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13589842715213878226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e336/crashintomusic/th_Photo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
