SWOLT FLEX

A Quaint Poem From the Ever-verse
February 26, 2013
The Greyhouse

I'd like to be a squirrel
For an hour, maybe two,
To feel their gymnastic power,
And see a squirrel's eye view
I'd spring and bounce through the trees
A jolly jumping ball of fur
So fast, I'd be a blur.

I'd like to be a sparrow
For a whole entire day,
To navigate the clouds
On the Welkin Freeway.
I'd be able to see the sun
Slip the horizon from above
I'd be able to fly with my friend, the Dove
I'd be able to drag-race dragonflies
And eat to my heart's content,
All the sunflower seeds
On this one-day-to-be-a-bird event.

I would like to be a snail
For an afternoon, or two
To appreciate how wonderful
It feels to be through,
After slow-sliding my way
Across the carport to the wall,
Where I would hunker down
For the night
To eat my snail stew.

I would like to be a tiger
Named Orion
I'd end my life
In a fight to the death
With a lion,
To prove who between us
Is the one true king
Of the jungle.

After he died, I, too
Would end with a roar
With my teeth, I'd stab,
Then die beneath the giant baobab.
And they would write:

Here lies The One True King of Laws
He of stripes and ferocious claws.

I would like to be a zebra,
Black and white,
I would like to be a spider monkey,
Cause they are like humans,
But not quite.

I would like to be a tree,
To hear all unpublished secrets
Whispered in the wind
To stay up
All day and night,
For years on end
And know what it feels like
To live on starlight.

I would like to be a rich man,
To be loved for what I got
Mansion, Jet, & Yacht.
No longer cursed and beat and shot.

I would like to be a god,
To have people pray to me
I'd set them on my knee
And have them call me BoB
You can spell it back or forward
And yet it remain the same
So nobody then could be
Confused about my name.

But of all the things
I could be
There is only one
And that is me.

The problem with that is
Who knows who they are?
The Ever-verse keeps changing,
And constantly rearranging
And so, too, we do,
Like nebulae and star.

We know not the full detail
Of who we are or what we can become
But for just a little while
We can wonder about it some.

Maybe, after all
I am squirrel, sparrow,
Monkey, and Bob.
Maybe, even, a rich man
If so, it's better than I began.

Now, after some thought on it,
How being a sparrow, squirrel
Or monkey,
Is to me,
A whole world better
Than being a rich man
Or Bob, the God.
For the one is a borish nob
And the other, quite a snob.

But those first three,
With their quaint charm,
Are far more much like me.

THE SWOLT™ TRACK NEGOTIATOR'S LAW

Negotiate with the TRACK and it will deed over some of its SPEED.

CAVEAT: It's a short-term loan. You must always renegotiate.™

Personally, I believe most runners are as fast as they make up their feet to be. It is a sure thing that genetics are a primary consideration. But a SWOLT WILL? That is paramount. Your journey, your effort, your perseverance, that's what truly matters.

It's not a one-time deal. The track is always open to negotiation. It's a short-term loan of speed, and you must always be ready to renegotiate for more. This is the key to YOUR OWN TRADEMARKED improvement.™

SOME SWOLT POINTS:
You are missing the point if you believe winning is all that matters. One wins what is best when one gives their best--especially in those matters where the worst has come against them. This is the measure of the NOBLE and THE GREAT. The most necessary thing is not that you always win but that you always give your best and never give up, even when victory is impossible.

This never giving up will eventually lead you to the greatest of all victories, which comes by way of the impossible after all the defeats have been overcome. These defeats could be a race lost, a personal best unachieved, or a deep injury eternally endured. Many say only first place matters, even though many never went first place and never will. Such a corruption of ethics in sport is a total corruption of all that is meaningful in sport and, even more importantly, in life.

Life? I liken it to a star that fell... that then inspired wonder and beauty in the mind of the beholder of it.

To inspire your perseverance over mere victory is what I seek to achieve here. And I will persist in my effort to accomplish that until THE ONE finds this and is made better by it. Remember, it's not about the win, it's about the journey and the effort you put in.

When it is all over, your never having given up, your always having given your best, your STRUGGLE against all the odds set against you is the thing you will be most proud about. The wins will only be mildly entertaining at that endpoint, but your personal bests, those are the truest, deepest, most meaningful victories you will know.

But you don't have to take my word for it.

Just wait on it. You'll see.

What is Power?

Power is the F's & D's, the fears you believe are weakness and the doubts you think are the precursor of failure.

F's and D's are the potentials of greatness that lie within you, waiting to be realized. F's and D's are not your enemies, but allies, guiding you towards your highest possibility of achievement.

To be awake is to know your own power and how it seeks expression through you by F's & D's. So wake up. This awakening is achieved through self-reflection.

To properly use your power, you must possess Two Paramount Virtues: Courage and Honesty. Honesty, because you must be truthful and admit your F's & D's; and Courage, which allows you to transform your F's & D's into bold, personally-unique acts of creation, whether the creation is a poem, essay, novel, or whatever form of SWOLT ATHLETIC ART you prefer to change the world for the better by. All true and legitimate power is transformative and life-enhancing.

All false power is Corrupt Power (the type of power most humans are most familiar with). Corrupt power is the professional and learned capacity to disguise THE LIE as truth--and their first lie is always about and within themselves, regarding their doubts and fears.

True power is the capacity to elucidate truth, even when it has been shredded to bits. False power destroys in a moment (or a fortnight) what it took Creation eons to create. True power is usually the work of a lifetime. Authentic power eventually makes right what has been made wrong. Corrupt power always makes what was right, wrong.

So do not worry about your F's & D's. These are not weaknesses, but potential strengths, depending on what you use them for. They can be the catalyst for growth and success.

F's & D's are not weaknesses, but potential strengths, depending. They can be the catalyst for your growth and success.

The corrupt are filled up with F's & D's and are overcome by them and being weak, even while saying to others and themselves that they are strong, are influenced and led by them but do not lead or influence them.

We become the things we do. We become the thoughts we think. Our actions define more than we know. DO the thing, have the power, so called...

Do we truly require flesh to live?

I don't think so. I think most humans think they do. But I don't think most humans think very much, either. I think they think they think very much.

I think it is likely that the truly and highly evolved life forms out there do not eat meat to survive. I think those stopped eating flesh eons ago.

What are you doing when you eat meat? You are eating flesh that once was alive. You are eating death...

Do the thing, have the power... So called.

Eat death, become death, in far more ways than one.

To eat dead flesh, first, you have to kill what once lived. This requires total lack of compassion, no matter what you say to the contrary. This requires aggression. This requires great and unmerciful force. This requires using terminal, unmerciful power against something entirely innocent. Such an act does nothing at all for the ethical considerations of the one doing the killing. Such an act does nothing at all but increase aggression, heartlessness and indifference to life outside one's own skin.

Such an act increases selfishness and sating of appetite.

None of these things create greatness in a sentient being. These things do achieve the opposite of all that, though. Compound the sating of gustatory appetites across a species that has overpopulated a single planet and what do you get?

Well look around you. Even a muddleheaded, bloated non-thinking creature can see what all that gets you.

Art

All Art is after the fact. No art ever inspired any revolution. Basic needs unmet by basic people, en masse, is the kernel of all revolutions and is the spark of all big social fires. If going hungry is Art, then Art it is, but going hungry is not Art. Going Hungry is the predecessor to and successor of Art. Going Hungry is caused by Art and causes Art, making Art and inspiration to make it. Hunger is Art's father, a stepfather cruel and unloving.

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9 months ago
Flexing on rich dudes with expensive cars? Approved

Those guys are the human version of the Minions

man her loud noise
man laugh
man happy

Sound: 200mph
Speed: 30mph

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good friendship fun: priceless

I don’t care what anyone has to say.
They are having the most wholesome time of their lives in this video, and I’m all for it.

So happy to know beavis and butthead are now into cars

These guys are having a way better time than anyone in those Ferraris.

"No one knows where to look!"
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We are men, born of minutes and hours. Not gods, born of centuries and millenia. What we must do, we must do now.