chasing waterfalls

lifestyles are so fascinating. there seems to be a 'standard', for us in america, whatever that can be taken to mean. it's not often that you meet someone who truly shatters the boundaries of these assumptions, whose priorities and even perspectives are, if not groundbreaking (for what does that mean, with a pinch of relativity), at least different and...what would be a good word? unexpected. it's easy to expect that everyone around you will fall into the same cycles of americanized and simulated life that you are prey to (speaking loosely, of course; matches would grant you an extra degree of credit, the same that he would desire in return). but it is so refreshing to find some diamonds formed in the lava rock...some people that, even if only in a moment or in a slight facet, reflectively, show you something separate. something individual and noble. do you know what a noble metal is? according to wikipedia, they are "metals that are resistant to corrosion or oxidation....they tend to be precious metals, often due to perceived rarity". how metaphorical a factoid. antimatter feels like much of our society is corrosive, acidic...we are bred and clawed into by television images, values, greed and jealousy (both of which play a relevant role in the formation of a capitalist state, or at least in this resonantly flawed instance). these are carnal terms, and not without purpose...evading such predators is, in all practical terms, probably about as difficult as surviving alone in a jungle with naught but your senses for defense (which must develop along with you, but at the same time really must be innovative beyond the norm to conquer so persistently...luckily we have the gift of hindsight and recollection. and also, forgetfulness). but these shining people, these minds that scrap through life and still retain some original sensibilities that have not been tainted or tinged; truly these people are precious, noble. we could say materials, but to reduce a mind to a commodity seems to play into the problem.

side note: "can i sneak past you to do such and such?" this phrase is cliche. if you really had stealth enough to embody the sense of a sneak, then you wouldn't be bothering with conversational conventions....you would be weaving yourself, as if through a laser grid, through the path of least detection. this phrase is really to admit that you do not possess the clandestine cunning (thanks thesaurus) to impose your will without alarming the other. though if you don't know the other person at all, it can be supposed that it would be quite alarming for them to find yourself pretzeled between their legs, fumbling with a laptop cord and a power outlet~ still the word seems misplaced.

people surprise matches, though, at least some of them some of the time. every so often you will stumble upon a person who, even though they are submerged in this lifestyle and means of existing, shocks you with a word or a gesture that tells of separate provinces in the mind. this seems especially to happen with foreigners, or with people who have traveled extensively...perhaps the exposure to alternative priorities allows them to separate themselves from their native system a bit more poignantly. m likes very much to be reminded that other corners of the world operate on different principles; it creates an important schism that generates a mobility, a freedom....and this can translate into a strengthening of individuality, of personality, of a more direct pursuit of life. isn't that kind of the point?

"sorta similar to the way static electricity stings, see
truth brings light; light refracts off the mirror
visions of yourself and error could never be clearer
the truth is that you ugly, not on the outside
but in the inside; on the outside you frontin' you lovely
the discovery of these things and all are well-hidden
but when you're in denial of self, it is forbidden, that's the truth

let the truth be told, from young souls that become old
from days spent in the jungle, where must one go
to find it, time is real; we can't rewind it
out of everybody I met, who told the truth? time did.
we find kids speakin it, 'cause it's naturally in us."
~pharaoh monch & (then) common - the truth

waterfall picture for you all. waterfalls seem to bring better thoughts~