Life Understood

This One have Girl!!

2005-07-03T00:40:00.000-04:00

All that can be said currently is....

Shkank!!

A brief intermission...and a sneak preview

2005-06-11T22:31:00.000-04:00

Sensless hate, useless fight,
Nobody knows, wrong from right.

I don't know, but I've been told,
That this started, from the days of old.

The body count's up, the children are dead.
Going to school, and going to bed.

Who's to blame? And what can be done?
When noone is willing, to put down their #%@*ing guns!

All I see lies within ME
But now I see so clearly, Innocent Guilt, Innocent Guilt.
Do all eyes see what I can see?
It seems to me that there seems to be, Innocent Guilt, Innocent Guilt.

Shkank!!!

Just to name a few...

2005-06-06T22:45:00.000-04:00

Have you ever tried to understand Death?

What would happen if we found out, somehow, what happens after death?

How would it change our outlook on Life?

For example let us say that there is a life after death, and that this world is only a "corridor" to the next.
How would that impact our lives?

Suddenly, there is a different meaning to our existence.

Should we view this world as an opportunity for reward in the next world? Perhaps, we can now see this world as more meaningful. We now have a purpose to work for in this world.

Or perhaps should we just abuse this knowledge by having a really fun time?

Truth is any person who takes life seriously enough as not to have a fun time, doesn't need an afterlife to convince them to use their time wisely.

Anyway, obviously, to believe this, we must also believe in a creator who aside from creating this world and the next, has also created a reward and punishment system.

If there is a next world, that is...

Not to sound cynical or anything. No offence to persons that believe in an afterlife.
Only, one can never be sure in this age of confusion. I am only theorizing.

If there isn't, well...that may leave some people hanging on to something somewhere very deperately.

Yet, there are people who do believe that this world is it. There is nothing after this.

No kitty or puppy heaven either. Damn. (Can't say that either.)

They must believe that this heaven thing is all a front just to keep believers obedient and sane.
They don't need such nonsense, they just get on with every day life and stop wasting time on this religion stuff.

So perhaps we could say that because for atheists there is nothing after death, their lives become in-fact more meaningful. They now realise their time is running out for their lives to be of any worth.

So to sum up this ingenious piece of work; Since G-d must have created this world, (see that ink spill book theory), and therefore there is an afterlife of course, (otherwise G-d would be quite limited and not be a G-d), this world now becomes less meaningful, (as opposed to people who sincerely believe that everything ends when they die).

This also makes me wonder why we can't label atheism a doctrinated religion?

While you wait....

2005-05-24T23:47:00.000-04:00

Hi,

This is very unexpected...don't get used to it.

Here is a very interesting article by Dennis Prager:

http://jewishworldreview.com/0505/prager052405.php3

I thought you may be interested.

This seemingly goes against my principles. But I have no other place to put it.

The Frusk is thinking, very tired. Meanwhile read.

On the Verge...

2005-05-22T10:41:00.000-04:00

The time is ripe.

It is time to pluck the fruit of existence.

Everyone goes through a stage when they transform the, "What does life want from me?", into the, " What do I want from life?"

In simple terms, we transform our confusion into a realilty.

(We could clasify this as maturity.
But for the writers' sense of pride, we won't.
We will instead classify maturity as reaching an understanding that surpasses ones own dimensions.
And classify the above stage as reaching an introspective level in self understanding.
Maturity is an outlook, while this is an inlook.
O.K. We got that straightened out, now, let's continue. Thanks. )

We are all extremely confused at one stage in our lives.
Who are we? Where do we belong? What will become of us?

We somehow direct these questions to an unknown source.

We speculate, to whom did we ask these questions?
Is it to G-d, to our parents, to our leaders?
We go through everything. Every religion, every type of music, every comedian, etc.
The list goes on...

Then suddenly we realise that we have directed these to our innermost self.

(Some people will say that this is G-d.
But we don't need to discuss this today. )

Now that we finally realise that it is to our essence we pose all our querries, we have done most of the searching for our answer.

For we have now cut off everything from the world around us, and all we are left with is ourselves.
Then we can analyse who we are.

Who are we?

Man is not a product of his circumstance.
It's debatable, I know, but for the point I want to make we will conclude thus.

The one true thing that seperates man from all other mammals is the ability to choose his reaction.
What does this mean?

Man can talk.
So what? so can a parrot? All animals have a language, you ask ?

Ahh !! Man however, can talk to his subconscious.
This means that man can analyse his actions. He can analyse what caused his actions and he can analyse what his reaction should be.
Man can think to an extremely introspective level. Talk with his soul.

This is the power of man.

Let us analyse this further.

Every one of us is a product of our nature and nurture.
Our nature in a way defines how we get nurtured.

It is in the power of every person to influence his or hers own circumstance.
For instance one child that was abused to the worst degrees can somehow rise above his victimisation. This proves the power the child has.
Yet one child may not, and the child sinks into the mire of believing that they are a vicitm of life.
A victim of circumstance.
It is obvious that coming to a level of self influence is not accesible to all, certainly to children and only exceptional people can overcome such trauma as children.

By not allowing our conscious self to be afflicted by such tremendous pain, we rise above the world.
Even though most of us were not subjected to horrors in our childhood, we do not have to wait for any trauma do understand this power that is in our potential. We can still apply the same rule to our own lives.

With this power we can start to direct our lives, instead of our lives directing us.
When we decide to take the reigns that have been placed into our own hands, then the transformation begins.

We are no longer on the verge of despair we are now on the verge of triumph!!

It takes literally, 2 seconds.
And the triumph we can experience is infinite!
We tap into a goldmine of understanding and the potential outcome is immense.
Yet as we are only human and only our potential is infinite, it is an emotional struggle to learn from our understanding.
However, at the same time, this struggle is also what characterises us as such huge individuals. Without the struggle there would be no victory

What we become is ultimately who we are.

So who are you?
Where have you struggled today?
What have you overcome?
What have you life altering changes have you made?

You know it's funny how no one likes someone who doesn't struggle. He could be the most perfect person on the outside, nothing bad. But he will be hated, and envied. It is a pity.
However everyone truly struggles, some people hide it not to seem vulnerable.
All men will always have their tests.

And that is our purpose.

The struggle will go on!
Time to embrace it.

Good luck!

In Contact

2005-05-18T21:20:00.000-04:00

Is it depressing that I never look at a newspaper?

Should I be worried that I am not up to date with the latest blockbuster?

Even though I love Star Wars (from old - what's this Jar-Jar crap?), and I am a superhero freak.
Serious, I can't get enough superhero brainfeed.

The biggest torment for me, is that I can't follow the whole Star Wars plot anymore, and that I may not be able to see Batman Begins for 2 years. Until I may one day decide to rent the DVD, (if my wife lets me).
I finally saw the original Batman 2 years ago. Forget about Batman Returns.

And you know what, forget about movies or even TV. I don't even check the news online.
Nup.
I just don't do it. (c) (Stands for Corny!)

What for?

Tell me how reading the news and all other rubbish in the media will help my life?

Ah! I will be able to have great conversation with educated liberal artsy fartsy minded gurus.
Great.

I am sorry, but all privately owned and funded media is a biased waste of time.
It's a joke.

I can live my life the way I want to without waking up to some fat politician while eating my bagel mit shmir!
Except the Wall Street Journal, right?
Wrong.

That's it. It's time for something meaningful that isn't a total waste of time.

Sean Hannity.

The most comprehensive waste of time.

No. For real.
Come on, settle down now.

What I am saying is that I believe in freeing your mind to ponder the intricacies of Life.
So you see that bagel or piece of toast in the morning, or even your bloody weetbix!! Alright.

What do you see?

How thick was the slice? How many raisins? Or even poppy seeds?
Go on count them. See the love that Mr. Glick has put into it! Starting from a mere grain of wheat. Incredible.
What you eat in 2 seconds, has taken more than one person half an hour to make!

Do you think about that?

Or do you think about Filibusters and Tax schemes?
Tony Blair and Oprah?
Iraq and Iran....however way you bloody pronounce it. I wreck , and then I ran the hell away!!

Yeh, it was also corny. so bloody what?

We are losing track here! Focus!!

The point is that there is alot more to life than a crazy runaway bride.
But that would be too much for the somehow dominant life form on this planet, called Humans.

Too much Fury in the Frusk.

And getting way too corny for my liking.

What the...?

2005-04-19T10:13:00.001-04:00

For all the people interested in the Meaning of Life;
Here are a few interesting points:

First, you must have a life.

Second, you cannot possibly have anything productive to do with your life.

And hence, thirdly, you dont have a life.

Bringing us back to the first point.

So, how do we combat this entertaining cycle?

One answer could be, possibly, to find some occupation where indeed you are not doing anything at all, but feel like you have somehow saved the world from total destruction.

Where I live, most people have such an occupation.

However this still may clash with the Third point.
This is debatable, of course, with the common rebuttal - that it depends.
See, if we look at it according to the person's view, inside-out, he certainly does have an extremely productive life.
However, this blatantly contradicts the Second point. So we are screwed.

Another answer so very well suggested, is, to spend all day, as I am, thinking up such stupid things like this and still feeling very good afterwards.

I guess that solves the problem. We can now begin to search for some meaning in Life.

Cheerio!

Better than the REAL thing...

2005-05-15T18:32:00.000-04:00

What was once real is a farce.
What was considered a farce is now the real thing.

We live in a generation that has been influenced by our previous two generations, by what has now become known as the age of Surrealism.

So much so have we been influenced, that we only focus on the quick fix.

The Generation of Get Rich Quick

No wonder the Youth today have no vision. Their leaders are power hungry, unsatisfied Sons of Bitches, (to quote Jackie Mason).

How can we blame young delinquents for their own demise, when their role models are no better?
All they see in this Information Age is the need for speed. Nothing is good enough.
We want it faster and faster yet.
We want it now.

But Why?

Why have the words; honesty, hard work, patience, friendship, caring, love, and truth that are all primary virtues, been replaced with; greed, deception, power, quick fix influence, postive attitudes and image, that are obviously and incredibly false?

By focusing on the wrong elements of life, man has turned away from the most meaningful principals to the ugliest fraudulant habits possible.

And you know what?
The ones that actually succeed in their business and have a loving family are the ones that have principilised the truth.
Not the lies and nonsense.

Its time to see beyond the advertisements and billboards. This is real life not some Hollywood screenplay.

Focus on family, honour, respect and trust then success will surely come.

What was once a farce is now the real thing.

Wake up!

This is better than the real thing!

Over and out.

What's next?

2005-05-11T19:30:00.000-04:00

So Life Sucks.
You are a loser.

Or Life is working out for you.
Let's see, you have a steady job, a loving wife and family, a large house, a solid future. Well done.

Honestly, well done.

But are you happy?

Why on earth, would you say no?

Can someone tell me, why is it that fortunate people, who have almost all they want, (forget about need), can still be extremely unhappy?

I am waiting...

Could it be that money does not lead to happiness? Duh, that's become a given.
Even though, in some US survey, 95% of the people who said they were not content with what life had given them, contributed their misery to not having enough money.

Or could it be that even love, doesn't satisfy? Apparently.
Most of todays generation don't even give love a chance. With the current divorce rate in the US being 67% for first timers. Second timers give it up even more often at 85%.

So what will make us happy? Religion?
Nope.
That has killed more people than the Bubonic Plague.
(Could play it safe, and say Ebola or even AIDS, but what the hey!)
Most people will tell you that they don't believe in a God or 2 or 3.
And yet currently, there are more than 147 major religions in the US. People are still yet to work out that religion thing.

So it seems the only happy people are single, poor agnostics.

Oh, and the Mormons.

To Infinity and...

2005-05-04T17:11:00.000-04:00

If you know Tsvi Victor Saks, then you know that he is a mathematician who specialises in Topology.
Tsvi lives in Pittsburgh, and I have just recently heard some interesting things from him.

Topology, is the study of abstract infinite space.

Pause.

Not many people do this for a living. In fact if you will ask Tsvi if there is any practical use for what he does, like everyone asks mathematicians, he will say no, (unlike all mathematicians).

So, he has however managed to accomplish an extreme amount of extremely important things.

The most important in my mind, considering I don't really know any other, is that he has used Infinite Mathematics as a tool to connect the finite world with Infinite G-d.

In fact he says, that Infinite Mathematics is THE connection between finite and infinite in this world. I agree that it can be used as a model to view the relationship between a limit or end in infinity and its infinite predecessors. But that is obviously not where it stops.

Anyway, according to Tsvi, the only real practical application of abstract infinite space, is to understand how G-d created this physical universe.

Which is definately practical.

To me, all this is weird. Because if I define creation in mathematical terms and can now understand existance in a terminology, there is no more fun left.

No more philosophy. Especially when I can't really argue against the formulas for abstract infinite space.

Ok. that will do for now.

I am tired.

Shkank.

The lonely man of Frusk....

2005-05-09T19:50:00.000-04:00

How close it was.

I might have been fooled. If I am foolworthy.

Which I very well may be. If I was fooled.

I might have been fooled into believing that if I talk to myself long enough, I may listen.

I may listen to the waves that flow and speak.

They flow from all that we do, say and think.

And they speak the truth.

They speak the truth of what we are and where we have been.

Alas, do we hear?

Have you ever heard your own heart beat?

Not felt. Heard.

Listen and you will hear.

Then you will see.

You will see the essence of your being, the force that gives you life.

The Rythym, the Rhyme, of the Divine.

And talk is cheap.

Are you a fool?

An Ode....

2005-04-18T11:45:00.000-04:00

For the Guido's and Nick's out there:

Who knowsh one?

Mate, One is my 1973 Valiant Charger! (new Monaro is for the wanker wannabe's)
It is One, there ish no other like it....purpew with black rashing strripes, mate!

Who knows two?

Mate, Lishen, right, Two is the massive perfectly sculpted, tanned and toned Pecs that G-d created me with....in the gym!
I am a Greek Adonis, mate!

Who knows Three?

Mate?...Three are the Fluffy Dice on my rearview mirrah. Two is not enuff for a Greek man!

Who knows four?

Mate, mate, mate!!! Four is simpew mate. Four is the new shiny chrome Mag Wheels that i stole from Uncle Jim's new mercedes!

Who knows five?

Mate, Five are the hundreds of horsepower that thunder through the super turbo engine that I have installed wiv myself and Nick in his faver's chop shop in Collingwood!!

Who knows six?

Lishen, stop ashking me so many questions that I feel extremly compelled to anshah, alright mate?
Mate, alright I will tell you, coz I know you skippy poof wanna know badly, mate.
Mate, Six are the dummy exhaust pipes that I have installed under the bodywork of my car, but dont tell noone, mate.
Happy mate? now you know...poof!!

Who knows seven?

Mate, Seven are the 2 front speakers, mate, 3 back speakers, mate, and the 2 sub woofers in the boot, mate.
Nuh Nuh, don't tell me Bullshit, mate! I have paid for and installed them myshelf, Mate!!

Who knows eight?

Mate who do ya fink knows?
Mate, Eight are the bulging muscles on one of my arms, mate!
Let's see, right, mate right, the Bishep and Trishep, Quadrashep, ah, I've got a extra bulge from the Shteroids, shoulder is also included mate, and the others are also from shteroids...mate called shteroidaceps..alright mate!

Who knows nine?

Mate, Nine are the times that i have dragged Nick in his Monaro on Princess Highway at 3 in the morning so the cops can't catch us, mate, if they could, mate!!

Who knows ten?

Lishen right, mate? Ten are the straight cylindar's of the 6.2 litre Chrysler engine in my purple 1973 Valiant Charger with black racing stripes and 18 inch Mercedes mag wheels and 6 exhaust pipes with 1000 whatts of sound blaring from the 7 speakers including 2 subwoofers while dragging Nick in his Monaro driving at 180 Km's per hour at 500 hundred horsepower, all controlled with total precision by my bulging biceps and shining Pecs...MATE!!

Now, for something totally....

2005-04-11T11:22:00.000-04:00

To whom it may concern:

The funny thing is, this may not concern any of my readers for several reasons, the first being; that I don't have any. The others being out to lunch, as Douglas Adams would put it bluntly.

Actually, let me dedicate this posting, to all Emissaries, and especially to any that are going to, want to, or might want to someday when they get around to it, emerge as Emissaries.

The major problem in Emissary society today, is territorial disputes.
Emissaries have become ferocious creatures, that protect their territory with almost the same intensity of a male hippo.
Thus, refusing to allow any new Emissaries that emerged to inhabit any nearby territory.

This has caused a huge detriment to the ecosystem in Planet SeeH.

Planet SeeH, being the source of all emerged Emissaries, has become immensly populated, almost infested, with almost every Emissary wannabe, called Yungs, from almost every Habbad colony in the Galaxy.

The Yung's all reside in the Kollel Marshes, the only area, until recently, where Yung's can survive the morphosis from Yung to Emissary.
This has resulted in an incredible erosion of local assets, included parking spots. The local residents have also credited these invading Yung's with increasing traffic on the main flight- paths.
Apparently, the only locals that have gained, are; The Shuk, (a local hub that supplies most of the sustainance for the morphosis, and even delivers), Kol Tuv, (supplying the Yung's that live more centrally in The Marshes, and/or don't have a car and can't (won't) walk so far). And the Raskin Family,(no note needed).

To date, no local resident has yet organised a problem solving commitee to solve this ticking time bomb. They have however managed to organise a committee that is working hard to create soft serve pizza. Pizza is the local diet on Planet SeeH.

There seems to The Frusk to be only one solution.... or...do you have another?

...but surely

2005-04-11T08:37:00.000-04:00

For anyone who has stumbled unexpectedly onto this web page, let me drop you a line.

This is not a usual log. I am not interested in people reading about how my wonderful day was.
Neither are they.
So I don't write from that perspective.

This web log, is dedicated to those thoughts that somehow creep into our minds and trickle in until they profoundly blow them wide open. Of course, this always happens conveniently when there are no instruments of writing or recording devices around.
Some of these thoughts have had the power to topple governments and empires, cure obscure diseases, change lives, win many awards and more importantly make a really good buttermilk pancake.
But they vanish into that void that they came from perhaps only 10 minutes ago.

This is the place where they may resurface if you stare long enough and think of a lemon. Try it.

And while you do that, I have to do 2 loads of laundry, rehearse with my new band Gebrochst and the Matzamen, bake 3 cheesecakes, not to be said in the same breathe, run around the block while they bake, for no other reason than to make them bake faster, proven fact by-the-way, blend myself an ice-coffee, just in time to take out the last laundry load.

From that you may deduce that there are no Matzamen in Gebrochst and the Matzamen

Gebrochst.

Respek

2005-04-08T13:55:00.000-04:00

Time for some acknowledgement for The Bachi, on being the first to post his opinion. Respek.
The Settler also gets a commendation on his sudden appearance. Its been a while, Settler Machine.
And, we really appreciated the song from accross the world. That was some performance.
You never know, you might get the audience up in arms next time. Gotta supply the EmSixteens though.
Hey, I just found the name of my next band*, The EmSixteen's. That was just copyrighted. We don't want any Malaysians stealing this idea.
How dare them, there is only one Frusk.
And the bloody Japs, stupid Pokemon. Get your own monsters! You'd think that after decades of making monsters they could think of their own bloody name!

*The Hitchhikers guide to the Galaxy denotes Band as; coming from the word Semi-Quasi-group that gets together once-in-a-while to strike a few odd notes thinking they can now entertain the world.

The First

2005-04-03T22:40:00.000-04:00

After that gracious welcome, no doubt you agree to visit this site whenever possible.

Why am I doing this to myself? You ask.

Well, if every shmuck on the web can have a blog, why can't I?

For many a time, I have been waiting for the opportunity to write to myself. Why is it that when people talk to themselves, they are insane? Yet every moron who has a blog is the ultimate dude, literally.

So, what am I going to enlighten the already much enlightened world with?

The Frusk will return.

The Welcome

2005-04-03T18:55:00.000-04:00

Here I am, some dumb guy who swore to himself never would he create a blog. However, compelled to introduce himself to the world of try hards, I have no choice but to add my 2 cents to the half dollar.
So feel free to add your views to mine.

The Frusk has struck.