My little bro needed some advice for something for school. i guess i got a little carried away. here it is.
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To Matt, a word of advice, by wrote. In a phrase: Don't scratch your balls in public, boy.
Here's the thing. . . in this life, we all have a way we want to be perceived. We, as human beings, want people to understand who we are, what sort of things are important to us, and, perhaps most importantly, why we are different or the same as the other fish, floundering around us, in the sea of humanity. And we seem to want that sort of comprehension to be fairly immediate. Thus, when we wake up in the morning, or go out to a social function, we carefully select and don the uniform of our preference, in order to communicate more easily to others with which faction we stand.
Now, the various cultural revolutions of the decades have made displaying our individuality easier than ever. Most of the time, it is a wonderful thing. I appreciate knowing on site that the well endowed blonde girl with the big glasses, tank top and fuzzy boots will know nothing about polyphonic modal operators in my favorite Modest Mouse song, thus freeing me to appropriately spend my time pursuing the tiny brunette with the square glasses. It also offers us pleasant surprises, such as finding out that the long haired fellow in the camouflage hunting jacket is well acquainted with the words of Emmerson, even if he likes the woods and ponds for different reasons.
However, there are also the drawbacks associated with humanities acceptance of this "anything goes" policy. We used to, as a body of people, carry ourselves with an air of pride in our appearance. Now, it would seem, that in order to prove ones difference, or indifference, as the case may be, we have also moved away from our penchant for tact, social grace, and what generally would have passed, and would still pass, as "class."
This self-centeredness has caused us, as a society to become crass and ugly in public. We no longer regard those around us to be of worth, if they do not embody the same ideals which we hold dear. In this, our classless society, we love to perform actions that were heretofore left for private exhibition, and to speak loudly, using whatever obscenities are perched at the tips of our lips. We callously fling them to the air, unwary of what possible fertile ground they may land, explosive devices, undermining our ability to effectively and intelligently communicate.
Our classless society also values ignorance over intelligence, filth over cleanliness and the perception of non-conformity over protection or, at least, observation of the common good, or pleasantness. It has taught young people that sexiness and desirability have more to do with the amount of clothing worn (or not worn) than with the attitude with which more attractive clothes are worn. Indeed, it has championed that in our society which is equal to the least: the very baseness of our humanity.
Furthermore, what is worst about this so called "revolution" is that is embodies self centeredness at its core. It says: I am an individual, I should be able to do what I want, whenever I want. But it holds to this statement to the detriment of all surrounding. It forgets to hold in regard what it is that others want. It forgets that: if we hold in regard what others want, they will hold in regard what we want, and we will all be able to do what we want. This lack of regard for others breeds contention and discontent, causing the self centered to believe that they are misunderstood, causing them to desire, sometimes violently, to prove how misunderstood they are in their individuality, perpetuating an endless downward spiral of selfishness.
Therefore, to this is the query: do you want to be less, or more? Do you want to embody that which is least, or most? Do you want to be an example of base intelligence, or the greater good. Do you want to be a gentleman, or a common degenerate, unable to tell his food from his feces?
And to this I respond: Align yourself with that which you hold most dear, of its substance, but remember: you don't have to embrace the baseness of society in order to be, and represent, your true self. Hold yourself and others in higher regard than to embody baseness in public. Do not subject others to that which is base, even if you enjoy it yourself, for they may not hold it in the same regard as you. And, even if they itch really bad, don't scratch your balls in public, boy.
A new development! after further sleuthing into the nature of Seikimat-II, i was curious about whether the name had more meaning to it, or, double meaning. i mean, Toshi always says the name like it's one word (seikimatsu), but there is a very obvious roman numeral, hyphenated on the pneumonic spelling, which led me to believe that it must mean more. Toshi had told me that the name (or word, or phrase) "seikimatsu" usually means "the end of the century", but he had also mentioned the incarnation of devils from the underworld, which had made me oh so curious . . .
really mean, in, Holy Hungry Devil "the second" or "reincarnate". so, the meaning of the visual name is that the band are reincarnated devils from the underworld, who have retuned to our sphere to eat the souls of the holy. pretty awesome, right? and, if you say it phonetically - seikimatsu - you are also saying "the end of the century"
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