Oskar Roux's Rambles in Shambles

If a rainy day was every day Then every day would be mine. If every day, was a rainy day By me, that would be just fine. But if a rainy day was every day. Would it still be special to me? Or if every day was a rainy day Would that dampen the joy for me? ~ Oskar Roux @Ozman_13 on twitter @Ozymandias13 on instagram

As we float completely inept of our bodies and consciousness we find a different, altered state of being, more pure, true, and free. . . . Free of judgement, free of harm.   Our souls at ease because of inebriation. Fear of hurt fear of pain, .yet, that all seems meaningless and quite mortal. For now, we feel free, immortal and unchained from despair, from life, from disappointment and also disappointing, the ones we love, the ones we hate and even the ones we’re still meant to love and those who love us. For this universe is vast. Greater than we could ever imagine. For the love we have, have lost and are still to gain is minuscule in comparison to the history and future of our civilisation and what we stand for. According to Darwin, we aren’t meant to live yet according to Aristotle and Kant too we are a species bread to survive. To help one another for the greater good and also to help one another for ourselves…. With pardon of course. For what’s right to some is f...

RING The day slowly grinds to a start. As the wild and studious students awake from their social slumber and deliriously make their presence known in classes. They shift along like a hoard of zombies. Just slightly livelier than zombies though for they talk and text, but they still, figuratively, want your brains! They saunter inside, take their positions and then much like an unenthusiastic orchestra, they sit when acknowledged. I stand, as the silence roars, I can begin my teaching. Moving and weaving like a liquid through a maze (amazing), finding my way to the centre, their brains. Accessing and pinpointing their storage cabinets, trying to cram them full of my knowledge, passing it on, and paying it forward. Unlocking their potential. Some of the hoards participate and thrive, while the others barely seem to be alive. They stare and grunt while the other push and shunt. Trying to be the first in line, to ask and query they’re questions and solve their complex answers. ...