You Have No Idea

I have a head that doesn't shut up. All day long all I hear is a song or an idea. Voices pouncing from left and right telling me this and that about them or those, too many pronouns for the normal head to follow. Most of the time I just let it do its thing, "scream all you want, you dick!" I say to my head to the distraught of everyone in the elevator. And it will scream, as it does so well.

Sometimes, I will go with it. I will do, say, write, anything my dear old head tells me to. Eventually though I get tired and I have no idea what I am doing. My brain takes over and I have little to no control as to what i am actually doing, saying, writing, whatever.

I sometimes wonder if everyones head is as weird as mine. Philosophical, yet simplistic. Mature, yet childish. Smart, yet idiotic.

Yet,we must wonder what all of these things are. In my head (not a valid source seeing what I have just written, but for the sake of me, just go with it) what is it that drives these things into existence. Maturity, intelligence, philosophy; are all fairly relative. We think that, no, are obsessed with the illusion that we are right about all things considered relative, but in reality, all of the things we consider to be super important and "moral" are a load of shit.

We consider ourselves right about this whole "I am better than you because I am more moral" crap. All our morals are fucking common sense. You don't kill the guy because you wouldn't want to be the guy on the other side of the knife, you don't steal because you don't want your shit stolen, you don't beat a mans goat over the head with a tree branch because... well... you get the point.

That's why I hate it whe people are all like, "stop talking to yourself you crazy person!" because, in the greater scheme of things, it's all relative.

Remember?

Remember remember the fifth of November, the gunpowder treason and plot. I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot.

In britain and many other former British holiday, they celebrate this day as a triumph of good over evil. A sense of united hate against a common enemy rings through the air as bonfires are burnt and fireworks take off into the sky. A sort of Independence Day celebration, but with more stick it up you assery.

But wasn't it Guy Fawkes, the man that they abhor, a man of passion? I know this was covered in V for Vendetta, but after much research, this is a day not of celebration for the toppling of a possible terrorist action, but the remembrance of a man that saw something and tried to do something about it. Like Luther and the Catholic church, or Martin Luther King, he and them fought for the duty that is of those who serve, to question.

That is why i am celebrating this holiday, not by burning masks or setting off fireworks, but by remembering what it is to be a free man, and what I can do to extend the rights of those who surround me. I, you, we all must stand up to the ones who overshadow us, not with respect, but with questions, and criticisms.

To be free is not to bow down to lenient authority, but to question every word that stems from authorities tongue.