WARNING

If you are looking for coherence, conciseness, clarity then I advice you to use your mouse to click away to the farthest corner of cyberspace you can find…Welcome, you have stumbled upon my personal junkyard in cyberspace. Proudly published here is the clutter I have accumulated at the back of my mind since I first started trying to make sense of the magnificent chaos called life. So if you possess a temperament for the orderly, if inconsistency puts you out of countenance or if chaos is too harsh for your fair sensibilities consider yourself forewarned. If you, however, still decide to stick around long enough to check it out, scattered around are a handful of choice verses, favorite anecdotes, extensive rambling about anything and everything under the sun, opinions about opinions, pages of troubled scribbling, very, very elegant wailing about matters that matter etc. etc. etc. Much of what you find here would not make sense. But that’s all right, I didn’t intend it to. According to me the biggest obligation the world, forces upon ones person is sense. I believe if there weren’t so many sensible people around everything would make more sense…but here I go again, right in the middle of my foreword. Anyways, with all those highly entertaining and informative sites out there, this is a welcome change. Enjoy, detest or whatever...

Friday, May 27, 2011

The Innocents

After spending ten years on death row, Ronald Keith Williamson was finally exonerated. Taryn Simmons, a noted photographer profiling exonerees for a book she planned to publish, took pictures of Ron and included a summary of his case. When asked to write or say a few final words to accompany his photograph, Ron said:


"I hope I go to neither heaven nor hell. I wish that at the time of my death that I could go to sleep and never wake up and never have a bad dream. Eternal rest, like you've seen on some tombstones, that's what I hope for. Because I don't want to go through the Judgement. I don't want anybody judging me again. I asked myself what was the reason of my birth when I was on death row, if I was going to have to go through all that, what was even the reason for my birth? I almost cursed my mother and dad - it was so bad - for putting me on this earth. If I had it all to do over again, I wouldn't be born."


- from The Innocents (Umbrage, 2003)
Disclaimer: Any resemblance between the above views and those of my employer, my terminal or the view out of my window are purely coincidental. Any resemblance between the above and my own views is non-deterministic. The question of the existence of views in the absence of anyone to hold them is left as an exercise for the reader. The question of the existence of the reader is left as an exercise of the second god co-efficient. (A discussion of non-orthogonal, non-integral polytheism is beyond the scope of this blog.)