"We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence then is not an act, but a habit.”~~~Aristotle, 2000+ B.C.
Ethics is defined as being a philosophical discipline and it is concerned with moral behavior and how we make decisions concerning our lives, others' lives, and how all of this affects the world. The why of ethics we need law or there would be chaos and anarchy.... abounding everywhere, from here to there, you and me, all of us would be involved you see? Human beings are complex creatures, you, me, they and all of us in this grand wide would, not to be in sync with each other, or the world does not make sense one quarter and a pence, do you see again...... that sound alright to you, my brother and now my sister? A good biblical analogy, a lil history, is that codes are laws usually man made, whereas standards are representational spirituality, thus we are all free~~~if we can be here and not there infiltrating and disturbing what others are doing, stay off of my tree, you were not invited here, as a human being, I have the right to be wrong, right, and just me. I can see clearly as a blind man, I can see you too, you call your world justice, but who is the fool? Wee, you see are what we do, not what we mean to do, but what we actually do, just ask Aristotle, not Plato............If you really want to be free, you can't take on any imitations you see, I am me, you are you, and but therefore we are all free, maybe not in deed or chore, but we can play this song just once more.........I am a puppet when my master balks, you're a slave when you allow yourself to be poked, prodded, and pondered around never really matching your stereo type or the beat or that sound, do you hear that nasty sound, pollution, all around there is not an astounding difference to me, I am either a slave or I am free.........do you have morals, yes you will know, they, you can me measured and they usually show. I lived a while, not nearly an adult, but certainly not a child, my poem is a prank but only mild, my taste is vast, but I do not play the bass, I want to make a difference in my world around, but how can I do it with that funky old sound? My song is for me and you my friend, I don't want the world to end, but it will someday, in my life time or yours, who is to say? I just think justice should be played, not to lie, invoke, or enslave this day, maybe I will get it right from wrong, but I am still hearing that same old love song.......my head knows it well, he put me under his magical, illuminati spell......it backwards and you will see that this will lead you to the web page you don't want to see.......try it I dare you?? Okay, then I shall say NSA........oh by the way, no coincidence there are government is tricky and scary and ooooooohhh the secrets they must have buried. I don't want to continue you on or tarry, I might get caught by my own well thought out plot, or not, who is to say, NSA?? I guess what I want to say is that everything can be gray, white, black or a thin line, but it will all come in due time, who is to say it's not all coming from the NSA?? How do you love evil when you are good, who is to say what good is or evil is when love does not see a fine line, only what God puts forth, as it is all divine.........it will come in time.........go away NSA, stay far away, don't come looking to play, “go away Mr. Gray, yes, this very day!!” it's raining out can't you tell, see those big rain drops can't you feel? Love is a black hole... didn't you know, I can feel it pulling me into it still. There are many forces, like riding horses, the gravity it generates can't be penetrate, which is its state, or fate.......geez it is getting late!! I digress, cause that is when I am at my best, not dressed, feeling in a state of stress over no mess, just usually typical stress.........I digress.....are you in love it can still you away from you and everyone else if it chooses, not much you can do if it does the choosing.....who is the mystery I love so dear, he is unbelievable to me still.........feel the chill in the air, I know I can feel it too, yes he really does care, I can feel his eyes on me........possessive loving man that can't let go, I am his addiction of choice and he chooses, but I am not nothing loosen........here..........I feel his stare he really does love me, and I know he really gives a damn pardon me ma'am, he really does care!! Who is this creature with the 3rd eye staring at me all of the time? He can astral project his plain, not to my open and disgruntled distain, now I just sound totally insane!! How do you kill that chill in the air, I know you can feel it surrounding the air........yes, he's my baby and he really does care........he had me picked or we were fated to meet, I am still not sure but he loves my pretty girl feet. He is scary at times it seems not quite human at all, but he has the most beautiful heart of anyone I have ever met, at all. He is everywhere and nowhere all of the time, I can still hear the call baby, baby, answer the call.............my phone is Android not too fancy, kind of cheap, but I only bought it to give him a peep!! This girl's love is not cheap, and I will not be sold, bartered or traded for cheap, I still have the prettiest lil girl feet!! My poem is crazy and nonsensical it seems, but it makes perfect sense to me!! I hope you enjoyed this read, I wrote it while riding my steed~~~~watch the news stay in tune, by all means, forgive as you choose, which side you want to be on, yes, life is a choice toss the dice, no one lives twice~~~Good nite!!!!
Author Denise Merriman~~~TOL and proud!!! 3/3/15 <3 <3 <3