Delta-4477 : Beyond The Blue

65 years on, has the world learned anything from the sacrifices of the generations that fought in the Second World War?

Probably not.

Look at Vietnam. Iraq. Afghanistan. And Iraq again.

When the world realizes that there is no such thing as controlled conflict escalation, then there will be proper peace. War is final, there is no reality check: it is reality, in all its harshness.

My silent salute goes out to those to fought, bled, and died in the name of liberation from unbridled evil sixty-five years ago on the soggy beaches of Normandy.

Scratchpads.

I resolve to not do things for people who are not reliable associates.

Even if I could, I would not.

“Illiteracy in the 21st century is not the inability to read or write, but the inability to learn, un-learn, and re-learn.”

– Paraphrasing Alvin Toffler

Just got back from a “reunion” breakfast with some high school ’07 pals: the “game table” gang, yeah.

I noted a few things: despite the fact that we haven’t seen one another for ages (most of us anyway), we didn’t have to go through any artificial “Yo wassup” greetings. We greeted one another as casually as we would a relative stranger and jumped right into the heart of the discussion, which was basically updating one another.

I don’t seem to get the same “vibe” from the people in college. Funny. Perhaps it was because five years in high school forged an interminable bond between us: a bond of like interest tempered by a determination to make the best of our high school years.

We’ve all moved on, of course. But we meshed this morning as if we had never gone our separate ways. We still had the same manner of conversation, the same flaws, the same characteristics.

Maybe it’s because we were sincere about our socializing with one another. Maybe it’s because we made a choice. Maybe it’s because we were real.

Maybe I should consider dropping psychology on the whole. I absolutely enjoy the practical aspects of it: the theoretical elements are what trips me up.

Bloody credit.