Jocularity Peculiar

This is the happy blog, where everyone chortles away at the hilarity the entire time. The laughter becomes deafening at times and there are strange hoots in the distance, we are robots programmed toward a function, so why not instead make that function laughter. There is much to laugh about. We see it around us at all times. Imagine a future where people actually give a shit again? There is a strange resignation to life in many people I meet. Maybe they see it in me, because I feel it at times.

The general purpose of humanity has been eroded, leaving our philosophy directionless but for an unwise focus on gathering a metal that is kept locked up safe and sound where no one can use it. Economics charges forth, at risk and ruin of every human.
After philosophising of selves to a point where everyone got a bit stuck and then there has been a meandering about in the last few years.

The focus of humanity needs to be regained, education and knowledge for all, for the greater good of all of mankind. So many people just really don't give a shit though in a way. Maybe they once did, or do normally but can't be assed. That is probably me actually, existing away in the maelstrom of modern life, becoming complacent and then active, and so on.

There is no reason not to begin a worldwide campaign for nations to reduce military spending and reinvest this in the education systems, the health systems and so on. The perpetual weaponising that goes on is beyond ridiculous. While other systems falter under a workload that could easily be carried with a quarter of the funds spent on military action. Humanity as a group is guilty of this, well the most powerful anyway. There are still enlightened ones who live with the cosmos still, rolling through beyond the petty travails of modern life, existing, discovering, increasing knowledge. 'Lost tribes', who exist where people would least expect it.

Romanticism really, reality requires our attention.

It demands it, play your part, do your bit, keep the machine chugging along, with its jolly driver chortling at the hilarity of it all again and again.