"The term chimera (alternatively chimaera) or chimeric is often used metaphorically to describe things that have combined attributes from different sources. In genetics, for example, an organism or tissue created from two or more different genetic sources is called chimeric, as in transplant patients with organs from other donors. Most other usages are related to this metaphor. The word chimera is also generally accepted to mean an unreal ambition, a fanciful scheme, or even a castle in the air. This is in clear contrast with its old meaning of a bogey or an irrational fear." wikipedia.org
There was an interesting look at such chimeric genetics in an episode of "House". It was about a child of in-vitro fertilization that had a potential conjoined twin that never fully developed, and ended up as regular parts of his body with a different set of DNA. This potential conjoined twin represented himself in the boy's psyche as alien beings. The boy was convinced that he was being abducted by aliens and they were altering his body. When in reality it was the "twin" fighting for control of the body.
I think that we are all a bit chimeric. There is something that resides in the flesh and soul of all of us that really doesn't belong. Almost as if it was alien in nature. We don't quite know what to do with it, but don't know how to rid ourselves of it either. The chimera was an almagam of different creatures blended into one. Almost like the "long island ice tea" of monsters. As so is it with the monsters inside of us all. They lay dormant inside of us, waiting and anticipating for a time to surface where they then can take control of the body. It is a constant battle that we all think we must fight. Some embrace it. For those that think that they have not a black patch in their heart or soul, might seem somewhat navie. There is no weakness in admiting our callous darkness. But it is whether you choose to fight such tendencies, or whether you accept it, and become the chimera that all of us are potentially.
Although the classic chimera is (although does vary in cultures) was the body of a goat with a lion's head and two goats heads and the tail was either a snake or the head of a dragon. What inside of you makes up your chimera? Do you battle it, or embrace it?
From vusc007
"OK wait, dont judge me yet. Let me explain. I go to a christian university in Southern California. Im forced to take random christian classes. In my christian worldview course we have to do a project called a plausibility structure. We can make a video or whatever like I did where were supposed to challenge people and their beliefs. My prof showed us one on abortion that paralled military action and abortion showing a slideshow of pictures ending with a final question, did these men die for the freedom of choice? It was such contemporary christian garbage that I was forced to make this in retaliation. I hope that when I present this video in class that it challenges all the "super christians" in class that nod their heads and raise their hands when someone shouts out, "abortion is murder" So leave me some comments and voice your opinion. ... (more) (less)" (from the author of above video)
You don't know how you took it You just know what you got Oh Lordy you've been stealing From the thieves and you got caught In the headlights of a stretch car You're a star
Dressing like your sister Living like a tart T hey don't know what you're doing Babe, it must be art You're a headache in a suitcase You're a star
Oh no, don't be shy You don't have to go blind Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me
You don't know how you got here You just know you want out Believing in yourself Almost as much as you doubt You're a big smash You wear it like a rash Star
Oh no, don't be shy It takes a crowd to cry Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me
They want you to be Jesus They'll go down on one knee But they'll want their money back If you're alive at thirty-three And you're turning tricks With your crucifix You're a star
Oh child, of course you're not shy, You don't have to deny love Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me
I read something and saw something that I never thought that I would have to witness. I don't like to share how I feel when it makes me feel vulnerable or weak. But what I witnessed was horrific.
Back in 1945 Adolf Hitler gained power in Germany as it's Fuhrer. It was through Adolf, charismatic speaking and presentation of himself that helped him reach the level of power and adoration that he gained. With the help of the Nationalsozialistische Deutsche Arbeiterpartei or NSDAP, better known as the Nazi Party. Adolf was conviced that the white man was the superior race of all mankind. In his attempts to advance the "superior race" all that stood in his way of advancement was either slaughtered or tortured.
It is because of his beliefs that he has been called a great scourge in the history of mankind. By the end of his reign, Adolf's racial policies had culminated in the genocide of 11 million people, including about six million Jews, in what is now known as the Holocaust. (Statistics taken from en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adolf_hitler ) ". . .
Hitler committed suicide in the Führerbunker on April 30, 1945 by means of a self-delivered shot to the head (it is likely he simultaneously bit into a cyanide ampoule). Hitler's body and that of Eva Braun (his long-term mistress whom he had married the day before) were put in a bomb crater, partially burned with gasoline by Führerbunker aides and hastily buried in the Chancellory garden as Russian shells poured down and Red Army infantry continued to advance only two or three hundred metres away. He also killed his dog Blondi around the same time." en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adolf_hitler
Adolf Hitler's proclaimed Thousand Year Reich had lasted 12 years. Adolf was to rule this new world with the Natzi army keeping control of all insurrections. Now in this day and age, Adolf's name is synonymous with evil, and he is considered a monster and a murderer. And he was a murderer. A monster I am not sure. There are many extreme views that change a person to the zealot that Adolf was. However, one does not have to take lives to destroy lives the way that Adolf did with his extreme views and propaganda.
Anything in any extreme is not good or healthy. There is a new "regime" being forged as we speak. It, unlike Adolf's regime hides behind the mask of someone more righteous. It is one that can seep into the minds of your children and render them nothing but mindless drones, obeying only what they are taught. Something that we should not allow to happen no matter what guise these "fascist" take.
To see this "Adolf Hitler" in the making all one has to do is go to the movie theater soon. And then you can see this catastrophe of mind-boggling proportions. See these children become an Army of God. And tell me that my tears were not wasted. Tell me that your child will not become their fodder. I want your child . . .
Can you feel it, just right next to you? The hot breath? The spatter of saliva hitting the tiled floor? It comes so close to you that it could take your breath away with no snarling gasp. The perfection of efficency. No emotion, no love, not hate . . . just the purity of instinct and self-preservation. The perfect organism, with no morals to cloud it's judgement. A god of sorts. Not a vengeful god, nor one that feels the need to strike out with unbridled emotion. No, this god is perfect. There is no right and wrong, only survival. To such an organism the concept of evil is not within it. It does not seek to incubate your body for the birth of it's children. It does it simply because it has to.
Can you feel it close to you? It could drop ten feet from the ceiling, right behind you and twist your head off before you could cry out. Yes this creature is not evil, it is not vengeful. It is just what it is . . . life. And for it life is simple.
Can you feel it's presence? It's cold black skin reminding you of the end of all things. The poetic splatter of your insides against the wall, as it's mouth burts forward foraging into your skull. No it means not to judge, it just simply is. Death is just another step in existance. But to be able to bring forth life with your last dying breath, this is the gift that it gives you, the few choosen, that are strong enough to serve such a purpose.
Yes, I know that you can feel it. The thought fills your mind with sheer dread. Why can you not feel the peace that comes with such a privledge? Perhaps it is because you are now nothing put a barren husk, and the life that was once in you, is now gone. Gone on to bring for yet another life. Who it chooses is not up to you and me, for it knows what it seeks. It seeks the strenght of a new life and a new beginging. It will allow you to . . .
You know I have nothing better to do than run my fingers while I'm eating on my lunchbreak. So to lighten up the mood of the previous post (which I don't know where that came from, probably reading to many of Mr. Whit's morality posts) I thought that I would share something that comes with having children.
I guess, after traveling alot this weekend, my wife retired early to bed with the baby, leaving me to put Marc to sleep last night. Well, I guess she didn't know that I was scheming other plans for the evening. But after almost 7 years, I am smart enough not to wake a woman up for sex, it is just not safe. So I went ahead and slept on the couch downstairs with my son.
Well my subconsious did not give up what my brain and I had planned previous to my wife's early retiremnt. So throughout the night my subconsious attempted three times, to do what I had planned. Well even in my dreams, children and other distractions are still present. That can be really annoying. You would think that in your dreams that you could at least get away from your children and enjoy some quite romping on the kitchen table. But nooooooo. In my dreamy attempts my children were present twice and my damn work phone the third time. So I guess after that my subconsoius even gave up. Such is the life with children.
Do you think that stopped me?? Well, after my shower this morning, I attempted to instigate some lovin with my wife. I crawled back in bed with her buck naked, just to find out that the baby was not in his crib, but laying there with my wife. So everytime that I would try and make a groping advance, my son would cry a bit, as if to protect what was his. You would think that you wouldn't let a 3 month old baby dictate what you do, but they do. I was powerless. Everytime. If he could talk this would be the conversation . . .
Ian: Now I just know that you did not reach for MY breasts.
Adam: Son, daddy just wants some playtime with mommy.
Ian: Hey, hands of, those are mine!
Adam: Son, you had your chance and you didn't take it. You could still have first priority if you had done it right.
Ian: Daddy, don't make me cry, cuz I'll do it, and then you know mommy won't have a thing to do with you.
Adam: Son, that really isn't fair.
Ian: TS, daddy you should have thought of that earlier.
Adam: It wouldn't matter son, you still would have cried out for mommy the minute I did.
Ian: Yeah, that's too funny, daddy. You get so frustrated. But you know you still love me.
Adam: Yes I do son, but that doesn't mean you have to be a little Stewie about it.
Ian: You're going to be late for work.
Adam: You can't have her forever, watch you back son.
Ian: You just keep thinking that.
So then I got up and got dressed, got Marc up and dressed for school and headed out to work. Kids, there are something else.
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