<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169378169516185993</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:38:15.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Desk of Sir Robear</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsfromsirrobear.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169378169516185993/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsfromsirrobear.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sir Robear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572827222588738186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169378169516185993.post-1925572633235455467</id><published>2008-05-10T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T08:14:36.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tendencies of Tendons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jtu2zrB0FsI/SCW71188j4I/AAAAAAAAACM/ic-Rie4tURs/s1600-h/robear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jtu2zrB0FsI/SCW71188j4I/AAAAAAAAACM/ic-Rie4tURs/s320/robear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198767878559272834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To believe in something is the driving force for the individual’s tendencies.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is it the tendencies that drive towards irrational decisions and tendons articulate those tendencies.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The acts reoccur from not learning from previous experiences.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If one retards their own growth, happiness will be further away to harness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Knowledge is hidden, but present in every scene.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When you’re oblivious to the obvious knowledge is playing a trick on you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Your thoughts are overwhelming and your tendencies will translate into your actions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Past experiences from a previous life play an intricate part in those actions in a battle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Strategic locations should be mapped out, but even with a strategy, one is always forgetting the other half, the part that is very much important but easily forgotten.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The opponent, the opponent that you want to be victorious over, whether it is love, a competition for a job, or even war, the opponent has a mind, has their won tendencies that do not fit right with yours!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Sound the battle horns!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Positions hold!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ready! Aim! Fire!!!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You’re at war with one another, for not understanding where the other came from or the situation you’re dealt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When you fully believe in something, that belief should come true, faith is making the belief happen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But when that belief fades away, that was a fallacy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Did you truly believe in that fallacy or did your tendencies forecast your future with out living in the present?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You’re not a fortune teller, this is not medieval times!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jump to conclusions, you might as well jump over board before that boat of happiness drifts away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Hop scotch is for children, scotch is for adults.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The play ground is where friendships develop but you can only play around for a few years, then you graduate to middle school.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Slowly, but maturely the individual gains power to make their own relationships.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trial and error, humans become evil due to their tendencies over time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If that belief does not fit with your life, remind yourself that was a present belief, after you read this line it’s the past, a fallacy, the future is waiting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is too much happiness to be sinking in that depression forced upon by another.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The gravitation pull is strong but your tendons are made for you to be strong and push away, if that belief is not &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;accepting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If that belief in something won’t come back to you, did that belief care about you in the first place?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;To be nice is not a bad thing at all, but people mistake niceness and being mature all the time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In due time everyone should evolve their own maturity level or they’ll still be in the same boat of drifting happiness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nice means you’re well rounded and caring, but cannot stand up for your own beliefs and people do not take you serious as an adult.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maturity comes with age and from experiences, preferably tragic experiences.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But that is when the line from nice and maturity is drawn.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The nice will be weak and take things too deep, the mature will &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;accept &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;whatever the outcomes is.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone talks about &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;accepting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; people, but in reality that is one of the hardness things to do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;Acceptance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is hard because that is what every human is driven by, but if you aren’t open for &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;acceptance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, people will not be &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;accepting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; towards you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Burn down those barriers that prohibit your ability to receive!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Giving is healthy and happy, but without receiving others acceptance or love, you cannot grow and give back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The cycle of receiving and giving, one must never break that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Give and take, give and take, accept, act, give back, love.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;Acceptance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is all that we can truly do, without &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;accepting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; people because of their uniqueness, will hinder your ability to grow and finally &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;accept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; love.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Understand the situation, do not run away, for you will run away with out the knowledge and questions of your own ability and life will enact in your brain.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The mature can walk away because they can see through the layers of fakeness that is to insignificant to the reality of life (people will not understand, oh well their own wrong doings). Do you really want to play the mental game or do you want to be active and find out the reasons why the mental game took over your ability to &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;accept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The person who is mature accepts all is how &lt;u&gt;real people act,&lt;/u&gt; not the coward of fakey fake people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You can still be nice but your fakeness can be shown through out time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When a mature person shows acts of kindness, that person is being real because one realizes what is ultimately important and what is not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169378169516185993-1925572633235455467?l=wordsfromsirrobear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsfromsirrobear.blogspot.com/feeds/1925572633235455467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169378169516185993&amp;postID=1925572633235455467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169378169516185993/posts/default/1925572633235455467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169378169516185993/posts/default/1925572633235455467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsfromsirrobear.blogspot.com/2008/05/tendencies-of-tendons.html' title='Tendencies of Tendons'/><author><name>Sir Robear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572827222588738186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jtu2zrB0FsI/SCW71188j4I/AAAAAAAAACM/ic-Rie4tURs/s72-c/robear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169378169516185993.post-5134717088394766288</id><published>2008-05-06T19:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T19:39:21.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures From the First Ever Someblazefree Exhibit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtu2zrB0FsI/SCEWH2ynnwI/AAAAAAAAACE/kD1ce099TK4/s1600-h/3462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtu2zrB0FsI/SCEWH2ynnwI/AAAAAAAAACE/kD1ce099TK4/s320/3462.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197459769184984834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                        "Passion, Determination, Commitment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtu2zrB0FsI/SCEV92ynnvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5E1N9EIDpEA/s1600-h/n1350630083_18607_5120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtu2zrB0FsI/SCEV92ynnvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5E1N9EIDpEA/s320/n1350630083_18607_5120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197459597386292978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jtu2zrB0FsI/SCEVyWynnuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/M2r6SQ5tX-8/s1600-h/Dream+beauties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jtu2zrB0FsI/SCEVyWynnuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/M2r6SQ5tX-8/s320/Dream+beauties.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197459399817797346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                "Dream Beauties: Michele, Jenna, Carly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtu2zrB0FsI/SCEVr2ynntI/AAAAAAAAABs/Zp6kFBNrSfM/s1600-h/someblazefree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtu2zrB0FsI/SCEVr2ynntI/AAAAAAAAABs/Zp6kFBNrSfM/s320/someblazefree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197459288148647634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                        Stein, Myself, Elias, Misha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169378169516185993-5134717088394766288?l=wordsfromsirrobear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsfromsirrobear.blogspot.com/feeds/5134717088394766288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169378169516185993&amp;postID=5134717088394766288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169378169516185993/posts/default/5134717088394766288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169378169516185993/posts/default/5134717088394766288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsfromsirrobear.blogspot.com/2008/05/pictures-from-first-ever-someblazefree.html' title='Pictures From the First Ever Someblazefree Exhibit'/><author><name>Sir Robear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572827222588738186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtu2zrB0FsI/SCEWH2ynnwI/AAAAAAAAACE/kD1ce099TK4/s72-c/3462.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169378169516185993.post-5649716479844434294</id><published>2008-05-06T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T19:30:48.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Embrace the Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jtu2zrB0FsI/SCEUPWynnsI/AAAAAAAAABk/U4XrD00vkUk/s1600-h/embrace+the+rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jtu2zrB0FsI/SCEUPWynnsI/AAAAAAAAABk/U4XrD00vkUk/s320/embrace+the+rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197457699010748098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                        Simply Embrace the Rain Folks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                Words By Danny Smykowski&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169378169516185993-5649716479844434294?l=wordsfromsirrobear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsfromsirrobear.blogspot.com/feeds/5649716479844434294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169378169516185993&amp;postID=5649716479844434294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169378169516185993/posts/default/5649716479844434294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169378169516185993/posts/default/5649716479844434294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsfromsirrobear.blogspot.com/2008/05/embrace-rain.html' title='Embrace the Rain'/><author><name>Sir Robear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572827222588738186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jtu2zrB0FsI/SCEUPWynnsI/AAAAAAAAABk/U4XrD00vkUk/s72-c/embrace+the+rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169378169516185993.post-3052524572834923339</id><published>2008-04-23T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T13:25:11.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Don't Become More Human</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtu2zrB0FsI/SA-bHbQHJ8I/AAAAAAAAABc/_mTBLm7wzyI/s1600-h/techno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtu2zrB0FsI/SA-bHbQHJ8I/AAAAAAAAABc/_mTBLm7wzyI/s320/techno.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192539447258195906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;More human…more human they would be, self absorbed with, within themselves.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;More surface area, more room to occupy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Their extremities are attached to the central nervous system which transfers electric pulses through the spine to the brain!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Acting as one, but counterparts tell their individual story.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So there &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a person who grows full of themselves.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I cannot even handle my own &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;single self, more of myself I could not handle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My system would have an overload.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Still, can the messages sent through our systems interact with the different types of cells?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If cells are a living thing, ever growing, could communication break out?&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Huh hello, it’s Eddy the brain cell, can you let me through?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“I need to see your Idea,” replies the vocal chord.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Um, well you see I’m a brain cell, I make your movement.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I create your voice, you’re just an instrument to me.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Well do I look like I’m a tailbone?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ll just attach some dust and smoke, give you a sore throat ya asshole.” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;This is a conversation that could happen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Two living creatures, plants, growing beings must communicate through something, some sort of simple dialectic talk must happen for the being to live, grow, or even interact with the surrounding life. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Is the man in me really myself?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My mind is thinking my hand is writing my thoughts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The arm is one with me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is my friend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He always has my back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When one is all powerful, one can meet and greet when opportunity opens.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The world is a dark place, but together we can bring hope to the other body parts.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With a rebirth, does learning have to begin all over again?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Freshness brings mystic, wonder to the world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You forget yourself and just live.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All those killings were necessary to gain power! The apple I ate gave me nutrients, whoa!?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He gave me a gift.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s just like killing a villain in a video game, you gain his power or magic ability.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Strength is there, tame the strength and embrace.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;More human than before, I hope not.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If humans become anything, it will train itself to become a machine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Robot order, robot behavior.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dull and conveying to and from work in factories and offices, trained in numbers and useless sale tactics.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yeah, they’ll give you a whole lot of money but times change, inflation occurs because you put a price tag on gold, you’re wealthy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once gold does not exist what is the next commodity to have value?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oil to start and fuel our machines, I never new a robot would operate another robot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So we need oil to survive because we forgot how to make a fire.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nice, so once gas runs out will water be the next commodity?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pollution and disease spread to the fresh water ports.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Humans can contract disease just from sipping on “fresh” water.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But they will be polluted and dirty!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Afraid to drink the water, afraid of death, oh no!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Um, it is refreshing to take a gulp of water on that warm sunny afternoon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I forgot about those times.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t want to live here anymore.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I liked the taste of water.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just like old times.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How do I pass time?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Watch a program &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;program&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;me?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am a steel robot!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am a program as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Artificial intelligence!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So that’s what they meant by programmed TV.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You sit down to watch a program, only to be fed mindless realities these days that are supposed to be reality.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ah, they are training humans how to clone sheep but without genetic engineering.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Brilliant!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This explains the illiteracy rate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For sheep cannot think on their own, they just follow and eat where the grass grows.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Eating grass and following the heard, that does not sound fun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But if a creator gives birth, gives life, is that individual a god?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Women.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Women are goddesses.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are the vulnerable beauty.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If god created the universe, a mother bares the child into the made universe, two gods coexist?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No, how, wait, sir?!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I drop to my knees and pray.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I did not know a god.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God hello!?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love you, do you love me back?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I need your love, but maybe you’re just a creator not the business?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You leave the business to me!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wow, the business, passed down.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But what is the business at large?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Women know how to give life, they bare the horrors of the inevitable death.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They have knowledge that needs to bring out the love.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Men only know how to kill.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Oh, give me that piece of meat, I’m hungry with no starvation.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With no starvation there should be no hunger.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Self absorbed in the taste of delicious meat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Can’t you taste the blood on your gums?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Only knowing how to kill should be a miserable life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No thanks, I’ll be a creator, I’ll be the show stoppa’.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Please, death is not a game I would like to play with.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cheating at it is even scarier!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I gotta’ be lovin’ my women not craving her beauty.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have a big appetite but I don’t need to eat spoiled meat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No I would rather kiss thy, than eat thigh.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fire works!?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Watch out!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This place is in smoke!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was pretty loud, very random.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would set off a bunch of fire works at any moment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Women are beauty, please do not be more human.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t like programmed chicks nor the spunk of viruses!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Either way I’m not going to end my life over you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169378169516185993-3052524572834923339?l=wordsfromsirrobear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsfromsirrobear.blogspot.com/feeds/3052524572834923339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169378169516185993&amp;postID=3052524572834923339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169378169516185993/posts/default/3052524572834923339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169378169516185993/posts/default/3052524572834923339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsfromsirrobear.blogspot.com/2008/04/please-dont-become-more-human.html' title='Please Don&apos;t Become More Human'/><author><name>Sir Robear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572827222588738186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtu2zrB0FsI/SA-bHbQHJ8I/AAAAAAAAABc/_mTBLm7wzyI/s72-c/techno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169378169516185993.post-681853434877843056</id><published>2008-04-21T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T18:35:17.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I like these characters.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jtu2zrB0FsI/SA1ApLQHJ7I/AAAAAAAAABU/dd7uhk1EWR0/s1600-h/conecpt+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jtu2zrB0FsI/SA1ApLQHJ7I/AAAAAAAAABU/dd7uhk1EWR0/s320/conecpt+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191877021567231922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                     King and Queen!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169378169516185993-681853434877843056?l=wordsfromsirrobear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsfromsirrobear.blogspot.com/feeds/681853434877843056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169378169516185993&amp;postID=681853434877843056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169378169516185993/posts/default/681853434877843056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169378169516185993/posts/default/681853434877843056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsfromsirrobear.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-like-these-characters.html' title='I like these characters.'/><author><name>Sir Robear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572827222588738186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jtu2zrB0FsI/SA1ApLQHJ7I/AAAAAAAAABU/dd7uhk1EWR0/s72-c/conecpt+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169378169516185993.post-7017576262655541617</id><published>2008-04-21T14:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T14:23:59.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware the Bear...Album Art Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtu2zrB0FsI/SA0FLOqmLaI/AAAAAAAAABE/gzN6lj5SCi0/s1600-h/design2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191811635901509026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtu2zrB0FsI/SA0FLOqmLaI/AAAAAAAAABE/gzN6lj5SCi0/s320/design2+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/bewarethebearmusic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jtu2zrB0FsI/SA0ExuqmLZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/RDkUn896o-A/s1600-h/design2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/bewarethebearmusic"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/bewarethebearmusic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/bewarethebearmusic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jtu2zrB0FsI/SA0EO-qmLYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KfeeNuw_6lc/s1600-h/design2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yo Check out my friends band, Beware the Bear. They are just evil sounding. The King and Queen will be touring with them over the summer on a North East Tour. Just check both bands out, they will blow your mind with some creativity, freshness, and mind explosions. Either way i enjoy making art for both bands and just being apart of something grand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169378169516185993-7017576262655541617?l=wordsfromsirrobear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsfromsirrobear.blogspot.com/feeds/7017576262655541617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169378169516185993&amp;postID=7017576262655541617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169378169516185993/posts/default/7017576262655541617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169378169516185993/posts/default/7017576262655541617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsfromsirrobear.blogspot.com/2008/04/beware-bearalbum-art-work.html' title='Beware the Bear...Album Art Work'/><author><name>Sir Robear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572827222588738186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtu2zrB0FsI/SA0FLOqmLaI/AAAAAAAAABE/gzN6lj5SCi0/s72-c/design2+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169378169516185993.post-3319600321146105415</id><published>2008-04-17T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T12:20:23.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Buffalo State for being Irresponsible</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jtu2zrB0FsI/SAefK_EU1gI/AAAAAAAAAAk/r3zjsyZCNS8/s1600-h/blurb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jtu2zrB0FsI/SAefK_EU1gI/AAAAAAAAAAk/r3zjsyZCNS8/s320/blurb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190292106644870658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is an Email i got from Buffalo State College today...not to happy with the college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;    On April 11, 2008, Buffalo State was informed that a&lt;br /&gt;laptop containing about 16,000 Buffalo State current and&lt;br /&gt;former  students' private information had been stolen. The&lt;br /&gt;laptop was owned by  a consultant from SunGard, the company&lt;br /&gt;that provides Banner�,  the records system used at Buffalo&lt;br /&gt;State.  Buffalo State will be working closely with SunGard&lt;br /&gt;to determine  which students were affected and what&lt;br /&gt;information was included about  them.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we can make these determinations we will notify&lt;br /&gt;each student individually by mail. If you do not receive a&lt;br /&gt;letter, you have not been affected. &lt;br /&gt;The safety of student information is paramount to Buffalo&lt;br /&gt;State and SUNY. As SunGard�s largest client, SUNY is&lt;br /&gt;committed to negotiating  appropriate action and resolution&lt;br /&gt;on behalf of its students. We expect SunGard  to provide&lt;br /&gt;services for affected students such as a hotline, fraud&lt;br /&gt;alert  notification services, and credit monitoring. SunGard&lt;br /&gt;has a Web site in place  where they will be posting&lt;br /&gt;information at &lt;a target="_blank" href="https://webmail.buffalostate.edu/cgi-bin/webmail/webmail.cgi?cmd=url&amp;amp;xdata=%7E2-f24b30018baeaf26151cc428f6438abcf9859ceddde2e8c4dcc69cccc97500&amp;amp;url=http%213A%212F%212Fwww.sungardhe.com%212Flaptoptheft"&gt;http://www.sungardhe.com/laptoptheft&lt;/a&gt;. We will make&lt;br /&gt;information  available as soon as possible at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="https://webmail.buffalostate.edu/cgi-bin/webmail/webmail.cgi?cmd=url&amp;amp;xdata=%7E2-f24b30018baeaf26151cc428f6438abcf9859ceddde2e8c4dcc69cccc97500&amp;amp;url=http%213A%212F%212Fwww.buffalostate.edu%212Fprivatedata"&gt;http://www.buffalostate.edu/privatedata&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Buffalo State is encouraging students to monitor their&lt;br /&gt;financial records. The Federal Trade Commission provides&lt;br /&gt;the following Web sites for consumers who suspect identity&lt;br /&gt;theft:&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="https://webmail.buffalostate.edu/cgi-bin/webmail/webmail.cgi?cmd=url&amp;amp;xdata=%7E2-f24b30018baeaf26151cc428f6438abcf9859ceddde2e8c4dcc69cccc97500&amp;amp;url=http%213A%212F%212Fwww.ftc.gov%212Fbcp%212Fedu%212Fpubs%212Fconsumer%212Fidtheft%212Fidt04.shtm"&gt;http://www.ftc.gov/bcp/edu/pubs/consumer/idtheft/idt04.shtm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="https://webmail.buffalostate.edu/cgi-bin/webmail/webmail.cgi?cmd=url&amp;amp;xdata=%7E2-f24b30018baeaf26151cc428f6438abcf9859ceddde2e8c4dcc69cccc97500&amp;amp;url=http%213A%212F%212Fwww.ftc.gov%212Fbcp%212Fedu%212Fmicrosites%212Fidtheft%212Fconsumers%212Findex.html"&gt;http://www.ftc.gov/bcp/edu/microsites/idtheft/consumers/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buffalo State has contracted with SunGard for consulting&lt;br /&gt;services for the Banner student information systems&lt;br /&gt;implementation project since  June 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We understand the anxiety and  frustration that this event&lt;br /&gt;means for our community. We will work as quickly as&lt;br /&gt;possible to inform students impacted by this situation.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt; Voldemar Innus&lt;br /&gt;Vice President and CIO&lt;br /&gt;Information  Services and Systems&lt;br /&gt;Buffalo State College&lt;/pre&gt;Wow. i hope someone takes my identity because i am already having trouble finding out what i'll become. Now if someone has all my information, transcripts and financial Aid numbers, i am just wondering who is the idiot that let this happen.  The information should not be stored on laptop first of all, it should be stored on a huge server where all the information of the students wouldn't be vulnerable for being misplaced.  This shows that many people are careless and not responsible.  If the human Ipod (a future story) could become Sir Robear i would be appalled.  if anyone knew how much money i made or my grades i will be furious.  Either way this should have never happen.  the person should have had the laptop safely by his side at all times or in a locked office.  It also shows how pathetic humans can be from time to time. "Whoa dude, a laptop"  i can sell this for 500 dollars, if that...material possessions make people become jealous of what they don't have. take this example, i spent some time on the East side of Buffalo, it is pretty much the poorest community i've ever been in.  African Americans would tell me that i should never walk around with an Ipod or brand new sneakers, because in their culture an innocent by stander or passing stranger could get murdered for their material possessions.  it is a sick thought to even comprehend but when a culture hits rock bottom and is very poor, the littlest things like a brand new pair of Air Jordans could end up putting a target on your head.  That is not worth dying for.  i rather have the ocean come take me out, not some low life that will kill me because what i had an extra 75 dollars to buy a decent pair of shoes.people judge each other by material wealth.  So i hope Buffalo State works this little "thief" out, if not who knows what could happen.  It all comes down to a person putting a little more effort towards their job.  because whoever this goof is, who was responsible for letting the laptop with 16,000 students information stolen, he has 16,000 angry people head hunting for him right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169378169516185993-3319600321146105415?l=wordsfromsirrobear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsfromsirrobear.blogspot.com/feeds/3319600321146105415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169378169516185993&amp;postID=3319600321146105415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169378169516185993/posts/default/3319600321146105415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169378169516185993/posts/default/3319600321146105415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsfromsirrobear.blogspot.com/2008/04/thank-you-buffalo-state-for-being.html' title='Thank You Buffalo State for being Irresponsible'/><author><name>Sir Robear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572827222588738186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jtu2zrB0FsI/SAefK_EU1gI/AAAAAAAAAAk/r3zjsyZCNS8/s72-c/blurb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169378169516185993.post-555026484628763770</id><published>2008-04-08T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T19:09:40.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Must Listen To "Colors We Eat" While You Read...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jtu2zrB0FsI/R_wk7wjy8YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TsxaLhsigWY/s1600-h/robear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187061479889891714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jtu2zrB0FsI/R_wk7wjy8YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TsxaLhsigWY/s320/robear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thekingandqueenmusic"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/thekingandqueenmusic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey i wrote this a couple of weeks ago, to get the full experience you must go to the King and Queen page and listen to the song "Colors We Eat", trust me it'll make sense later after you're done, by the way i've been reading some Carl Sagan, but he's one of my heros...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“A Theory of the Expansion of Life”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            The world is rotating fast in space.  The earth is a solid, a primary figure.  It stands alone.  The make up of the earth are counterparts that depend on each part to make the world go in motion.  The world stands among other worlds, distant away but so close together.  Each owning its own gravity force field while maintaining the continuously cycle around the sun.  Each rotates around the sun to make the solar system work its mechanics.  The sun stands alone feeding the planets energy to grow.  The sun nurtures the planets to life and health.  The sun also brings death to the nurturing planets that will still be in the sun’s grasp when it dies.  At old age, it absorbs everything before it dies.  The sun stands together with the solar system, the mechanics are correct, for motion occurs.  When motion occurs, life is set to begin.  Life starts in oceans and rock sediments.  Life comes from motion.  Potential energy becomes kinetic energy.   The stardust in the galaxy is purely potential.  Chemical reactions create new life.  The sun stands among stars which are other suns.  Each sun sprays its own rays to nurture the surround planets, which are in motion rotating around the sun, motion creates life. &lt;br /&gt;            Life is in motion, the solar system is apart of a galaxy, showing signs of distant planets, but exists very closely.  The galaxy has many stars – suns giving life.  A galaxy stands besides many galaxies in space, the universe.  All are components of the universe, all acts besides each other with life.  Suns, planets, stardust, comets are all counterparts and essential for life to coexist in the universe.   Inhabitants on the planets are just a tiny portion of the ever growing life in the universe.  The galaxies move in space, some collide, the universe constantly expanding.            If the universe is constantly expanding, where it is expanding to?  More matter, more space, but where?  Where is the existing space creeping into?  If the universe is expanding, new galaxies form with new solar systems, and suns feeding planets which are made up of counterparts working together to harvest the planet.  Where is the point where the universe will stop expanding?  If the big bang theory is correct than god cannot exist for gas particles joined together, combusted and created a living thing.  So if there is not a god, the universe is expanding – is the universe a cancer that grows out of nothing?  But what created the cancer in the first place?  When gas particles combine, you get life.  But if there is a god and the big bang theory exists to be true, god took a wound and bam!  There is the point of creation.  But if everything ascends from another who created god?  Reproduction is a chemical reaction.  Chemical reactions create new forms of life. The composition which life forms could be as complex as this human who is writing this word right now or could be a simple strain of genetics.  So, if god exists, he stands the test of time, he’s immortal.  The universe expands into more space, but what is space?  Floating gases combine in what?  God lives forever, but not in the material form.  If this big bang theory holds true with or without the presence of god, a chemical reaction occurred, creating the building blocks of life that spread and developed on its own, starting with magnificent objects which spawned insignificant objects.&lt;br /&gt;            The sun, planets, ocean, animals, humans came from the same substance.  If everything came from a big bang we are all counterparts of the universe that acts as one.  Like a computer it needs memory and space to support data.  Our genes, the plants, the sun, the planets, the asteroids are the data of the universe.  Your brain is filled with memories that continue to fill your data bank throughout the years.  The brain has the potential of expanding.  So, if the universe and a brain are expanding how much different can they be?  If god existed before all creation but created, is the universe god’s mind expanding with memory?  When a sun, a planet, a human die it won’t go into heaven, but once an item decomposes it goes back to the originated birthplace – space.  Space, energy, atoms, and gases are all components of life.  The universe expands more, and more deaths occur throughout time.  The universe increases pushing boundaries further because the offspring of offspring live and die to go back to the purest form which makes the universe expand, for more matter is being flushed into the atmospheres and solar systems.  If god exists, at one point did he sacrifice himself for creation – for good or evil to make more than one thing (himself) live?   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169378169516185993-555026484628763770?l=wordsfromsirrobear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsfromsirrobear.blogspot.com/feeds/555026484628763770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169378169516185993&amp;postID=555026484628763770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169378169516185993/posts/default/555026484628763770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169378169516185993/posts/default/555026484628763770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsfromsirrobear.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-must-listen-to-colors-we-eat-while.html' title='You Must Listen To &quot;Colors We Eat&quot; While You Read...'/><author><name>Sir Robear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572827222588738186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jtu2zrB0FsI/R_wk7wjy8YI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TsxaLhsigWY/s72-c/robear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169378169516185993.post-156487040345192591</id><published>2008-04-08T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T19:06:30.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Negatives attack the Positives</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jtu2zrB0FsI/R_wkfAjy8XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4tdrnTzQzJ8/s1600-h/robear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187060985968652658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jtu2zrB0FsI/R_wkfAjy8XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4tdrnTzQzJ8/s320/robear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why does one question himself?  The false hopes kill the spirit and become ill stricken with depression.  The moments last and the one is left out.  When someone is alone for a while habits and routines happen.  The lonely get warped into a paradox of fallacies.  Everything you were taught is a lie.  The storm cap is on, the brain storm is running the moment!  Life is a disaster, the vision becomes blurry.  It is not ones mind, but path that leads him to his dreams.  No, not the night time dreams, but the goals set in stone and the quest for a better life for him and all.    The conversation dries up, when do you become physical? - the last skill to be learn. &lt;br /&gt;            I suppose if master were here, he would show disgust, I am a terrible student, my mind gets in the way of the path.  Activate your mood.  It is ironic how you set yourself up.  When you’re about to leave you finally do not care, for your ticket is already stamped.  “Destination, future ahead!”  Yells the conductor, “next step the future!”            Next time stay longer.  The time put in is the investment that will grow through the years.  Soon the rays will hit you. So you’ll be alone, you’ve been alone for far too long.  Recommendations rang out the years, there is a better world than this.  Take advantage of technology and planes before one of these days you’ll be sucked into the local area.  It will not be long until the time arrives, wait fuck what they think.  They are not my friends.  My friends will be traveling with me through the years.  They will support me either way.&lt;br /&gt; Where’s the support system these days?  Life is great, wow thank you mister trickster!  My mind is rapidly running every minute.  The questions overshadow the bigger picture.  They need to get out of my mind, for my thought patterns are confused and jumbled!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear the Negatives,&lt;br /&gt;      Why mistake me for that?   You do not create the path, it just comes, decisions arrive at key parts, play the cards right and be gone with the &lt;em&gt;negative naivers&lt;/em&gt;.  You preach and preach about being strong, your body is not strong, your brain is medium rare.  Turn on the gears and turn it on again.  The scenes are seasonal, friends are daily!  Walk out that ridged door, take a strong breath of that country air, no one cares, you have the free will to just be confident.  Your voice was not today.  Weak all around you, where’s the self discipline?  Four months I asked, that’ll be the time which I will be ready.  “Yes I will,” I shouted.  You caught a winter bug, time to climb out of that glacier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when all around you is negative energy.  One moment you have a clear thought and a future, sarcasm occurs, other people bring the positives back to the minus sign.  When you see yourself in a sea of drowning hopes you must rise up above through the algae and plankton to the surface.  There, on the surface your lonely life will breathe fresh air and natural occurrences happen with the primitive instincts that are imbedded in our genes.  It is a shame that the negatives have to gang up on the one positive, when all the positive is doing is trying to show people that life can be happy.  Tragedy units, until that point occurs the opposite ends will continue to be the current polarity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alright, outside is nice,&lt;br /&gt;Warm and not cold.&lt;br /&gt;This cold is killing,&lt;br /&gt;Spending your days dying,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to keep warm,&lt;br /&gt;Is not the life,&lt;br /&gt;Strong is survival.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169378169516185993-156487040345192591?l=wordsfromsirrobear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsfromsirrobear.blogspot.com/feeds/156487040345192591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169378169516185993&amp;postID=156487040345192591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169378169516185993/posts/default/156487040345192591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169378169516185993/posts/default/156487040345192591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsfromsirrobear.blogspot.com/2008/04/negatives-attack-positives.html' title='Negatives attack the Positives'/><author><name>Sir Robear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572827222588738186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jtu2zrB0FsI/R_wkfAjy8XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4tdrnTzQzJ8/s72-c/robear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169378169516185993.post-2018033907309059148</id><published>2008-04-05T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T11:01:58.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prologue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtu2zrB0FsI/R_ev_gjy8WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JHXtsq5PJ78/s1600-h/robear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185807001547108706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtu2zrB0FsI/R_ev_gjy8WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JHXtsq5PJ78/s320/robear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello! The name is Sir Robear, I am a young man who is just getting started with his life. I am ready to take on life's challanges, whatever they might be. I am new to the Internet realm so give me a chance to accept my ideas before you judge. I am creating this Blog site to get my ideas and insights out to the people.  Each post will have a different character like the one to your life.  That is me Sir Robear, i talk about philosophy, basically anything.  The other characters will go wtih the theme of the posts. Everyone can learn from each other and I hope through this, that maybe one of you can take something positive from my posts and I am always down to read anything someone has published. I would like to be an author, but I want to be more than an author. I like to write just about anything. Currently I am in the process of writing four to five books, its very ridiculous but I’ve started them and now I have to finish them. The stories I write are very complex and go in many directions. The topics of my books go from politics-philosophy-children’s imagination-fiction-real life-what ifs. I do not care about the standards of the world, I am going to write anything I want to because I have the freedom of speech. I’ve been interning at Governor Spitizer’s office, now Patersons since September. I have become very involved in politics since then and I am getting passionate about change, for majority of politicians are corrupt and this country is losing freedoms left and right. How can a leader who is suppose to uphold justice do illegal activities, the worst a human being can become is a contradictor of the morals one wants to uphold. If you cannot follow the laws you create or stand for, do not get involved, you’ll only become a fraud to society. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Everyone is equal, everyone deserves freedom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So on this site you will enjoy deep concentrated thoughts about spiritual and nature issues, deep political rants, and stories of imagination. I am a very diverse individual and I emphasis individual because throughout my life I do not want to belong to a single organization or “scene”, I just do not buy into the fashion trends or technology booms, that is not really important in the bigger scheme of things. I do belong to Someblaze. Someblaze stands for the individual rights and freedom of expression and to not be tied to a corporation, but you will learn about Someblaze as the time passes. Its just an anti culture against this society that is going south. I belong to the United States and I believe I have an obligation to try to make this country better, if not the country maybe enlighten the citizens of what is really under the surface. Everyone has the power of change, everyone has a voice, it just the matter of when/how/where you will become vocal. The current times are sour and we’re heading towards a rough patch in American history. The one thing about the people is the freedom of expression. Make art, make music, write an article, a short story, create anything that you feel at that given moment of conception. The arts reflect the material world’s current era. Imagination and diving into different worlds than this reality we are born into is great, but at the same time people need to be aware of their surroundings or death and depression will come at you and your life is over before you know it. I like to mix the realms of material and spiritual together because then one can a good insight of both realms or the reality you are living in at this present moment. It is a hard concept to get to know but I hope my unique way of writing will give positive insights to the world. What I do not like is how society does not give enough credit to the individual thinkers and people who want to better society. Instead this society praises rich people on reality tv, just to glorify their insignificant lives. Classic expression, “the rich get richer and the poor get poorer.” But where is the middle class? If you look at the largest buildings in a current U.S. city, it is most likely a bank. The tallest buildings in our society are banks. It reflects our culture. Its not a church or anything spiritual, but materialistic. Just because you gain wealth does not mean you are important, but people for some reason feel that by gaining material wealth they are “better” or maybe more civilized than the others. Maybe they feel like their lives our insignificant so they have to buy and buy and buy to make themselves feel happy. That is just the trap that corporations and advertisements set. The lower classes of this society need to step up and end this trend of glamorous life styles. It is okay to dream about, but the percentage of everyone to obtain that is farfetched. If you really want that glamorous life style, dedicate your time and work hard. The time and hard work you put into something, the investments usually pay off in the future. “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hush, Hush Don’t Rush the Future.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I am also an artist, I just got into making art and I love it. Art is a good drug because it is a healthy form of expression, you cannot just let your emotions bottle up inside your mind, that can make you go crazy. Liberation of ideas! I am also apart of an up and coming band call The King and Queen, please check out our music from my links section on this page. We represent a new wave of fresh music. Well this should give you some insight about my own life. Hope that you enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sir Robear~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169378169516185993-2018033907309059148?l=wordsfromsirrobear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsfromsirrobear.blogspot.com/feeds/2018033907309059148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169378169516185993&amp;postID=2018033907309059148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169378169516185993/posts/default/2018033907309059148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169378169516185993/posts/default/2018033907309059148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsfromsirrobear.blogspot.com/2008/04/prologue.html' title='Prologue'/><author><name>Sir Robear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06572827222588738186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtu2zrB0FsI/R_ev_gjy8WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JHXtsq5PJ78/s72-c/robear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
