What lies underneath the eyes

In humans, of course, is a brain.

It has been said that eyes are the window of a human's soul. True enough, even what one thinks.

Today I've met almost a hundred pair of eyes. Some eyes read "I love you", some read "I wish I could have that". Of course, some read, "Here's the bug again" and some even read, "Screw you."

Of course, these are assumptions and these eyes are eyes that I learn from. For their eyes are also their windows to see the outside world. But underneath it, one must be aware, is a brain which can convey tons of emotions, usually labeled with different things. One could be envy, one could be passion. Excitement, anger, superiority complex, or even a barrier.

Technically, an eye to eye is a window to window, expression to expression, thought to thought, face to face. It can sometimes communicate thrice the rate of transferring songs to an iPod.

What's my point? Eyes are there, in a person's face, and it's already too obvious to see if anything's wrong or not, if these people are true or no, if they are really glad or just playing stupid. One could even tell who are those that lie and those that are just forced to lie. It's a skill that one should equip for it helps weigh your choices of joining or neglecting certain people.

A person's eyes tells a lot. Even the blind men have these windows, sometimes even more that seeing another's eyes, but using the other senses to see what the other eyes are passing around.

It's just something hard enough to even think about and to assume. I've met people this day that had the eyes that read "Go away, numbskull." Hey, sometimes, it's better to just tell someone off if you don't want them there. Or else, they might just irritate and insult you more with how your eyes do tricks on their own, like roll over.

So, for whatever reason, I won't tell you to take care of your eyes, but take care of what you think and have a mind open as a book. Of course, this superimposition is nothing more than a mere "eh-I-know-that-statement-so-what-the-fuck statements".

So careful of your eyes. It can do a lot than just see things.

Crying to the blue corn moon

What's with the blue corn moon? Ask the American Indians, they'll tell you that moon means month and that blue corn moon was derived from a line in an Indian love poem, "in a moon of green corn." Don't get it? Just ask Pocahontas.

Then we get to what I define it. In the lyrics of the song "Colors of the Wind", it asks "Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?". What does it imply?

A wolf cries to the month? Specifically a month of harvest? Does it weep for its goodbye or does it cry for it to come? Who is the wolf? What may it symbolize? Who/what is the blue corn moon?

Let's put it in my context (of course, this may seem that I am a selfish asshole). What if I was the wolf, what would I be crying out for? A season or the good harvest? What could good harvest be. Luck? Grace? Blessings?

Those what I can cry for? Of course, everyday I cry for something. I cry for an iMac, softwares, books, money, etc. Of course, that's the "moon of the green corn" for me. But of course, to seem un-materialistic, what else do I cry for?

It's basically to take off the disturbances in my head, too much hindrances in being content, making myself irrational and completing thoughts and actions with "labels of's". Basically to nourish my skill and delight in most of my interests. Input blahs here.

So basically, what does the wolf cry to the blue corn moon for?

Maybe it just cries for a thank you. Or a call for something.

So now, I cry for the blue corn moon. Why? A thank you for everything. Thank you for the good harvest, for me, meaning the good days.

Cheers.

What I will never find out

There are factors in this world which are inevitable to control, even when you have the power to grasp air or water.

It's the fact of how a human mind works. It just goes in paths that can be made through sheer imagination or footsteps that will be followed. Of course, neglected paths can never be revisited. As a white rapper tells y'all, "Do not miss your chance to blow, this opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo."

As if everything was hard enough to be pressured by a statement of such, it's kind of hard to understand why everything turns out wrong even though your mind sets it to right.

Basically, I am a person who has a mindset of having a mistake margin huge enough to open all possible outcomes of outputs of each of my outtakes. And yet those who succeed are those who have a mistake margin small enough, carefully taking measurements, calculations and such.

Of course, the huge margin doesn't really apply to every angle of all my possible viewpoints. One thing is that I'm scared to pull the trigger when there is a target sitting right in front of me, looking maybe for police officers or other people that I might hit, disturbances in missing the shot, hindrances in completing the goal. These things make me afraid to fail. Then again, I am afraid to even be afraid. So it all comes back to me not even bringing out my gun at all. In other words, though opportunities come and go, it's hard to grasp hold of it and getting into it before it goes away.

So why the inevitability? The inevitable thing that opportunities do come and go and it's up to you to quickly take it or measure it a.k.a. letting the opportunity go because of the over-measurement.

So here's the punchline and finale: I can't practice what I preach.