lot of thing happen

A while back there were some Indians that stop by. They said how. I said much. I could see that they were a hunting party. Well they weren’t wearing paint. So I ask what they were about. They asked if I had seen any Indians. I said nope! the only I have seen was them. They said they were looking for the old chief’s son. They said he had to go and spend a night alone in the woods, and he did not come home.

the daisy lemmas riff

Welcome to the Void! Time has no place, there are no dimensions, and this is your first step in to the unknown. Tron cannot help you! You are going on a great adventure. There is great wealth to be found the knowledge of many things, you may be here but you were there and now you are where, there is a mystery to be solved. Treasure to be found; where you are bound? There is no stop, no up, no down, and no back just next.

lot of fun

Howdy! Are you ready to have some fun? Are you ready for some adventure? Do you want to look for hidden treasure? Visit new places travel the world? Do you like to play games? Do like to read a good story? Do you like meeting new people? How about make new friends? Maybe find a new job? Have you ever just surf the web? Have you got what it takes to be a world class traveler? Do you seek wisdom and knowledge? Do you want to be part of something big? Would you like travel back in time or go the future?

An honest man will be morally ethical; an ethically honest man is morally bankrupt. Ethic begs a white lie, and defaces truth. White lies open the door of deceit and cheating. Ask yourself if you are telling a story to stop or lessen someone’s pain, or are you easing your own. Be honest with yourself, use tack if the story may hurt someone’s feeling. That is good to be respectful of others feeling. But respect yourself. The truth always wins out; the white lie will make you the loser.

lot of building

Building a home, what do you need? What kind of home? Made of mud and sticks, or made of stone, made of glass, what will it be? Where will it be? Would you build where it is safe? How big would you make your home? Would it be a one room shack, shared with roaches and rats? Or would it be a great mansion with forty rooms and a staff of ten to maintain it?

lot of drums

At some time in the past man started to communicate; he would haler, bang rock together, and beat on hollow logs. Then came fire and smoke, mirrors, flags and bells; these were line of sight or in range of hearing communactions. Writing on stone and clay then parchment with written word a runner would take the message. In the case of marathon the runner ran 26 miles. There were birds that were use to send a message. The distance a man could communicate was getting greater and the time shorter.

lot of rights

You have the right to be silent, anything you say or do, can be held against you in a court of law… it’s not fun anymore; the man with the badge has crashed your party!!! Where does he have the right to spoil your fun? You have the right to have fun to have your friend and parity! It’ your big day to have fun! You have the right to speak with an attorney? Hey what he saying? Why is he taking my rights to liberty to do as I please, to pursue happiness? Why is he reading me my rights? You are under arrest!  In the United States we a have a bill of rights that grantee all citizens certain rights and freedoms; with each there is a price. Here are some of the rights that we don’t have. We don’t have the right to deprive anyone of the same right we claim for our self. We don’t have the right to abuse any right or freedom we claim for our self.Here is a poem Henry Wadsworth Longfellow:

I shot an arrow into the air,

It fell to earth, I knew not where;

For, so swiftly it flew, the sight

Could not follow it in its flight.

I breathed a song into the air,

It fell to earth, I knew not where;

For who has sight so keen and strong,

That it can follow the flight of song?

Long, long afterward, in an oak

I found the arrow, still unbroke;

And the song, from beginning to end,

I found again in the heart of a friend.

As a blogger or a social web user we have the right to go anywhere, do or say anything we want, but like the poem we have a target. Where would you be if the arrow hit your friend’s heart and not the song? Not all people on the web should be targets some are too young to understand, some may find offence. Writing on the web is like shooting an arrow you do not know where it will land. If a mighty oak was all that was on the web your post may only scar its bark. The reasonability is the price to be paid in advance.

Thank you for your time god bless.