I am sorry to say that the website has gone down hill over the past year. After a year of traveling, planning and doing everything at once I finally had to put the website on hold.
As nice as the idea was, making a place for creative people come together was not an attractive one. Therefore I can going to turn the website into my platform for creativity and improvement as I slowly write towards my first book.
I will continue to post poems, photographs and stories. Maybe the occasional mad idea.
My fellow authors are still welcome to post on the website and work with me to best use it.
I also plan to get more involved with my novels on the website to give readers an idea of what I am up to, if only to give me a bit more encouragement to finally stick to and finish a “first” story.
I am also going to be introducing themes to the website to make my creations less random and to group them together.
As it is both relevant, less demanding and I am still juggling a lot of things, I will start the new year by looking at “Beginnings” and show casing the work that has got me up to this point.
I look forward to sharing my ideas with you.
When does the end justify the means? It is a difficult question that rarely finds any understanding. This could be because the question is ambiguous or merely because it is subjective. We always feel that the question is dependent, such that a different end will justify a different means. That it is merely a question of whether a path is certain. But to question this isn’t to question the task but more amazingly to question our very selves. If this confuses you then let me put this another way.
If a task is morally right then there is no reason to justify it. Justification only occurs when your conscious is placed in a dilemma. We often refer to this as being caught between the devil and the deep blue sea. You only run from one to escape from the other. You chose the lesser of two evils. Your conscious should kill you and make you go made with guilt. That is what the justification is for: to hide the inconvenient truth. That had you not had a choice you would never have had to justify it. So a paradox maintains your sanity.
You could continue to lie to yourself and tell yourself it was worth it to the end. Or you could just accept who you really are. In the end we all have to face the consequences of our actions. So does the end justify the means or does the means only justify how it all ends?
They say that there’s a fine line between helping others and helping yourself. Whether or not your actions are done directly and selflessly or indirectly for your own gain. Now I’ve searched for this line with a magnifying glass in the one hand and a telescope in the other. It isn’t there; it can’t be seen. So how can we blame people when they cross an invisible line that doesn’t even exist? Because without a doubt nobody has ever acted selflessly; not truly. For that act of moral sacrifice they had a penultimate reason for their actions. Yes it could be done for greed or to show off or it could be done for reasons far less vain. It could be to bring self happiness or to save a friends life that you value dearly. But in the end the choice is for your own reason and for your own ends.
Growing up I was taught right from wrong like everybody else. Like everybody else I quickly found out that the concept of right and wrong could be easily twisted based on politics and opinion. Like the first time was bullied at school; I know that they threw the first punch and I was defending myself. The first punch the teacher saw was mine; ergo mine was the first punch. The black eye he had given me counted for nothing in my defence other to portray me as the fighting type. It took a long time to shake off that impression.
Around the same time a rich millionaire invested an untold sum of money into the school. They used the money to upgrade the facilities and to build a new wing to the school. Of course for this thoroughly selfless donation he got the wing named after him, a motif was added to the school crest and he was elected into school councillors. The next year when the entire school was trying to buy uniforms with the new logo and breaking the banks doing so: a new kid arrived at school. He was the son of the aforementioned millionaire and had been kicked out of every private school he had been to. Of course our school welcomed him with open arms and the board of governors even demanded that his record be seen as clean so that he could have a fair chance to fit into the school.
I guess the whole thing got me riled because I wrote a report entitled: “the corruption of charity” and I referenced the effect of the charitable donation throughout. The reaction was maddening. The teachers condemned me, the headmaster was furious and the son: beating me up became his new hobby. Given the teachers blinded impressions of me and the good standing that Johnny had with the councillors; I couldn’t tell on Johnny for fear of being penalised myself. In fact Johnny Barnes made my last few years of school hell.
But I have no need to dwell on the past. Three years after that report ruined my collage life; the same report landed me a first in my degree. Granted; it wasn’t the original report. There were more references and the argument had more balance. But I was able to learn that Barne industries had earned that charitable donation in one of many cruel ways.
I was planning on becoming an industrial journalist, but an even better position slipped right into my hands. Meet the new kid on the block; D.I. Forest, industrial department of the police force. Meet the kid that brought down Barne industries in his first year. Now that’s what I call payback.
I’m climbing up this tower
A crude metaphor for power
Because now it is my hour
But the wait has made me sour.
I’ve been searching for goodness
But this is what I’ve found
A hidden demon shouting
While never making a sound
To climb to the top
Means cutting others down
Pretending to be honest
While smiling with a frown.
So let me tell you something
That makes me very sad
To strive for all in greatness
Is to strive for all that’s bad.
The skyline stands both sharp and blurred as it shimmers in the wind. It’s unnatural elegance jumps out of the flowing panes of mirrors that crowd the floor. The buildings are all brown or grey and yet they each have their own colour. Bright vibrant lights and illuminated windows make the dull stone rectangles shine. To all of those that look down; the city towers overhead.
Splash; and the façade is broken. Smashed by the boot that that crashes through the mirror shattering the globules apart.
“Stop that!” A young mother called to her son, “You’re getting water everywhere!”
“But puddles are for jumping in; why else would they exist?”