The Happening

The man with spectacles sitting on the bench with his left leg crossed over the other table-top style, whom is looking at not really anything, says to the boy sitting next to him, "We look for friends by what we know in common."



The boy with diving depth to his eyes, tilts his head up to the man, and with the few words he does know says, "Sir, when you look at a cup with a half-portion of water would you say its half-full?"



The man peers down towards the boy and catches a glimpse of his eyes before raising them away and rattles off, "Well of course my boy, what else would it be?"



"Well sir it would just make sense for you not to call it half-empty."



"My boy, but it is don't you see, its both empty, and full at the same time. It's all about how you look at it."



The boy looks down at his knees where his red bucket sits, filled with water from the man's spigot. The spigot witch provided the boy with drowning the ants out of their hills that so upset his mother. The boy peered at the little smudges of dirt on the inside of the bucket where the water had yet to touch. His view loomed up to the man's spectacled eye which wandered nowhere considered and the boy told, "OR what you don't look at, sir."



The man switch's his legs before wishing the boy a great massacre and asking him to hop along.











Patterns. As the only book of three which has words that fall into the mind quickly, as compared to helping someone in a wheelchair up a thousand steps, it would only fit step that the thoughts from it flow as quickly. I meant to read the first chapter over and continue to the second without pause, but all of the theory's and agreements, and the arguments to the agreements bustled in at such a march that i had to set the book down at several points and write down my own thoughts; something which seldom happens in a class.



I am the advocate of persistent lies, luckily I have faith.

However little it maybe.



It would only fit that people ignore the facts. That facts are little more than statements placed down on paper, if only to be removed at a later time. Not to sidetrack, but it's always fun to sit and argue with the massive amounts of engineers massing about Bozeman and attack science. Do it. Better yet is when the person thinks that for anyone to have faith in religion is a completely quack, and them asking how anyone can believe in something written down so long ago. They tend to lack any faith in human beings, and how they the bible is a hoax, same as all the religions. Now, science. Science is a fact. Science has been the greatest tool thus far in the world. They seem to have a lack of belief in human observation, and when you point out the fact that science is the application of observations, and who else would make these than humans, they'll usually begin attacking you. How the English language and its history (because I'm a writer of course) are so flawed that the fact I'm attacking something as "clean" as science is absurd. When you tell them that of course it is they tend to look at you in surprise, with a face that might be saying 'but i thought you were attacking science? now your putting down writing?'.

at this point I usually like to leave a mark by telling a "stupid" story. A man walks across the newly laid rock path leading into the freshly painted house. He looks at the man standing across the room at the open back door peering out at the morning sky, hands akimbo. the man, who had just walked into the house, walks throughout the whole house and notices that the upstairs bathrooms missing its sink.

He goes down and asks the man with his arms akimbo, "Why did you tell me this place was done when there is no sink in the upstairs bathroom?"

The man with his elbow's jutting out says, "Don't you worry, sir, Phillippe is picking it up as we speak and will be here before the open house tomorrow."

The man with his questions takes out his checkbook and writes the other man a check and says, "It all looks good come down to the office when your done with the sink, and we'll sign the papers. You seem like a stand up guy, we'll finish up the papers when you arrive." With that the man with his polished black shoes, checkbook in pocket, turns around and leaves.

The man with the check between his fingers and hips waits for the sound of the mans dying engine before taking a step outside and peering up towards the roof of the building. With that he says, "Man never even looked at the red side of the house."

with that in mind I would like to look at the small verse on page 41 that reads.

If the ash is out before the oak,

then we're going to have a soak.

But if the oak's before the ash,

Then we'll only get a splash.

If only we didn't think of water as just what we use to bathe, and fire as some source of evil this might be easier to decipher.

Coming from an area in drought for the past ten years, that is constantly fighting fires raging throughout its hills this makes perfect sense. My friend from Washington looked at it and said "beats me." Their I go being persistent.

So it brings me to the point of Disney and how it embraces animals with the instincts and characteristics attributed to humans. Sprouting my other reasoning of how P.E.T.A. derives their love for animals and all of the earth.

When you try to kill a dog, the dog will either bite back or go like a many weak creature would, humans included. Whole valleys of cattle being wiped out because of a methane leak blowing out of a cave and flooding the valley. Fires sweeping through our precious "national forests". Tsunamis, Floods, Drought, drastic climate changes. Atlantis even?

How does that glasses of water look to you? Where do you put your faith, more precisely what do you believe? Do you think the Earth is a weak creature as well? Do you find that M. Night Shaymalan's endings are more frightening now than when he was just coming out with the Sixth Sense?