Sans S - A rant about the Tooths

It was recently brought to my attention that part of my vernacular was vastly misinformed. When my little brother, little brotherly commented that it was in fact not called the Bear's Tooth, but the Bear Tooth Theater Pub. My gut reaction anytime that my little brother tries to correct me is to leave him in the hall closet for an hour or two, but most recently I have been trying to follow a more yogi, yoda flow. Ya, know?

The initial torque absorbed and my little bro nowhere near a closet case, I came to the sudden realization that it does matter how I describe something. That correctly identifying entities may just be the foundation of society. Of human collective understanding. Why else do we spell check?

I know that people are going to say, "So what?!"

So what if, by calling it something it is not you impart your intended will on something else. Like putting your cash in the wrong account. So what if, this account was really the name of a demon that had not been invoked for trillions of years and by invoking his name and saying Bear's Tooth instead of Bear Tooth you bring about the end of times.

But also, why can't we such call it what it is?

No need for some elaborate scenario to justify truth.

Tip:

When my friends pronounce it incorrectly I simply reply, "Where, do you want to go to see a movie, grab some beers and get some 'za?" And if that douche bag friend of yours does not correct themselves then you continue pretending not to hear them for as long as it takes.

Beware:

Some douchey turds are harder to break then others. Be diligent and squeeze harder.

Godspeed.

The Way of the Stream

The Tigris, Euphrates, the Ganges and the Nile
Shaped countless cultures, their knowledge I wish to compile

H20, the eternal trinity
Such an integral part of you and of me

The blood of mother earth pumping and shaping history
To those who learn to use it, comes victory

Can you see the influence
Formulate congruence

Out of seemingly random actions
Come to the conclusion through all of the distractions

The power of Unity
What a site to see

Streams have leveled playing fields
Mountains have fallen to the will that they yield

Constant perseverance
Immune to deterrence

The mantra guiding
The Spirits still providing

The strength 'till the end
Time, ones enemy and friend

The life of a man paralleled in a river
The common source our eternal giver

The eternal present ever flowing
Carving its influence in time and my knowing

With Siddartha I sit on the banks of the river and meditate
The meaning of life is more than evident to those who sit and wait

The hidden treasures bubble to the top in streams of consciousness
Let thoughts drift away to clear ones conscious mess

I sit and watch the stream pass by
Reminiscent of how time can fly

Always changing, always flowing towards the source
Fate, the current; Karma, the ebb and flow of ones course

A drop from heaven, Manna from the sky
A tear to wash anew, fallen from gods eye

Collecting when earthed with those of like mind
Their will soon gathers strength to seek and to find

Ones Way back to its origin, water yearns for its Level
Constantly tempted by the tricks the devil

Well they again awake and seek their goal
Once the journey is halted, momentum must be regained, fate the only toll

To make complete the circle of life is ones destiny
The stream shows me this and what myself must seek to be

From the streams point of view I am, but a single moment
Teaching the waters how to escape the torment

One feels when separated from their deity
We are one another's students in this grand tragedy

Relativity
What is it to you? What is it to me?

The Stream of Life, flowing like time
Is consciousness confined to mind?

The blood of Gaya on its journey to the heart
I bare witness through Maya, trying to decipher my part

The Stream eventually reaches its end the sea
Where it once again knows what it means to be

The karmic circle of life complete
Life's secrets are at ones feet

A part of the whole, it again chooses
To take the ride once more, it realizes it loses

The answers to the questions to which it must strive
Temporary enlightenment, a fine price to pay for eternal lives

The answers and more
Are what's in store

If one chooses to sit with Siddartha and me
On the banks of the River to see what we may be

One cannot make it alone
Will you join us on our journey home?

All the answers eventually bubble to the top
One must have the will to make the world stop

And be able to decode the signs given to them
So one may reach GOD and achieve the free will to begin again

The completion of the cycle is not important, in TO BE
What matters is that the journey helped you see

That in the path is where the answers lie
When traveled right, With GOD in Peace, we may finally die...