February 19, 2004 @ 3:36 pm by sean
I’ve decided Dave Matthews Band is my BMW of bands. BMW is the best car company. They don’t always have my favorite cars, but they are always quality and I will always like them no matter how old they may be. And just as BMW hired Chris Bangle as their new design cheif and they came out with the hideous new 5 series, DMB had the new producer who made them come out with ‘Everyday’ Which sucked.
We can decide to not listen to God and take our lives into our own hands(though he arguably plays a roll if we want Him to or not.); We can ignore the needs of our own bodies which will lead to our demise; We can go against society and do everything they don’t want us to; But no matter what, we can’t escape time. Even if we go out into the wilderness and live as if there were no time, time still passes, time will still come to an end, whether it be our own when we die, or the end of existance. Death is the end of time. Death is the only way to escape time. Even when one is layed back, they are still held to a general time. They still show up around a certain time. Someone layed back doesn’t show up to a class an hour after it is over, but within 15 minutes or so of the class beginning. In order for me to walk slowly to class, I have to leave at least 15 minutes before class starts. So the minutes before 15 minutes comes, my life is controlled by each pass of the second hand of a clock. Whether it be the intention of a clock maker or not, they control more people than anyone else on earth. They control even the most prominent influential politicians, celebrities and inventors. And they are controlled by their own creation. I can set the time on a clock, but that clock still decides when I go, when I come. When the digital number on the clock in front of me changes from 2:59 to 3:00, it is time for me to leave. I can leave later, but then I won’t be able to meet up with Sarah before my class. I can leave before, but then I will waste time. Time is not something to be wasted. It can be used wisely by doing nothing but living, but to waste time is to waste life. We can’t escape time. I think there is a Hootie and the Blowfish song about time.
For those in rhetorical theory class, you may have seen something similar to this, but I can’t make a box so I’m going to use parenthesis.
(Everything between these parenthesis is false.)
Think about that ^. If you need it explained, I can do that for you.
Has anyone else ever listened to Norma Jean while facing the window with their legs spread and either a fist in the air or holding their fists at their chest and nodding their head or tapping a heal or possibly shaking a hip to the music?