Post by Falcon on Dec 4, 2008 8:35:41 GMT -6
"Time is a metaphorical object. It's simply a man made construct to provide structure and balance to an otherwise hectic world. The sun has no cognitive recognition of what time it is, despite those cute little jimmy dean commercials. All it does is sit in one place for as long as it burns, providing heat and warmth to anything caught in it's gravitational field. A geyser has no idea what time it is. The pressure simply builds to a sizable amount, and is then released in an eruption. It's not sitting there saying "Oh, it's five thirty, better do it now". Even animals, creatures of perpetual instinct, have no idea what time it is. They simply sleep when the sun is down, and are active when it is blazing the sky. Sometimes the roles are reversed, but it's the same basic principle. Do you believe just because your dog is sitting at the door when you come home that he knows you'll be home at five? Of course not, it's simply habitual. That's the message for you this week. Time.
The past is quite possibly the biggest contradictive force in history. The past matters because it shapes who you are. Everything you'll do for the rest of your life is influenced by what you've already done, or what others around you have done. The optimal goal would be to learn from your past mistakes, and use that knowledge to grow into a stronger person. You learn real fast to start appreciating what you have, when you've lost everything because you took it for granted. That's what the past means to everyone, whether you want to believe it or not. I hate to make a disney reference, but you can either Run from it.. or Learn from it.
However, on the flip side of that. The past really doesn't matter, does it? If the Dallas Cowboys walk into Houston and destroy the Texans by an obscene video game score, does that mean they can relax the next time the two teams meet? Of course not. There's always factors involve that could easily change the outcome. History is predictable, but even that isn't a perfect science. I used to say this all the time. I faced a man named Ethanol eight times in PWW. Each time he told me the outcome would be different, he said he would beat me.. this time. And I told him exactly what I felt. I knew he could, and I wanted him to do it. Not for me, but for him. So, in reality..
The past is both your best friend, and your worst enemy.
Or, Kakistos.. as Spike Kane would say.
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(We fade in on Falcon, sitting at a sidewalk cafe in San Jose. Looking more or less comfortable in basic jeans and a button up, holding his cell phone to his ear with a credit card in his hand. He appears to be listing off the numbers to whoever is on the phone.)
Falcon: Seven.. Nine... (Pause) That number is Six Five Three.
Clerk: Ok... seems to be in order, and where will this be delivered to?
Falcon: Motel Six on Santa Cruz Boulevard. Room 17A. In the name of Kole Kaos.
Clerk: ...Kole Kaos?
Falcon: That is correct.
Clerk: You want four pizzas delivered to Kole Kaos... on your credit card?
Falcon: Yes, sir. Is that a problem?
Clerk: No, sir. Just a bit strange is all.
Falcon: I can assure you this is no prank. I simply do not want the man to starve.
Clerk: But.. I thought he was loaded.
Falcon: Complicated story. Can you complete the order?
Clerk: Yes, sir. It will be there in aproximately forty minutes.
Falcon: Can you attach a note to the top box that says "Don't starve to death on me yet. -Falcon", please?
Clerk: Yes, sir.
Falcon: Ok, thank you.
Clerk: Thank you for calling Dominoes.
(Falcon hangs up the phone, and looks at the camera.)
Falcon: What? I don't want him to starve to death. That would be tragic. But you know what Kole, at the behest of being what some would consider rude, and at the behest of repeating the same thing you heard last week from one Xavier Williams, I won't tell you that I told you so. Then again, I guess I kinda just did. You see Kole, you have it just a bit wrong. I didn't want you to rot in the gutter like the trash to make myself happy. I simply wanted you to see where the flaw in your logic was. The very one I tried to make clear to you many times. You put so much emphasis on the material things that only matter when you have them. And yeah, they're nice. I like the freedom of having a big house. I like the feeling I get when I walk into my driveway and have a selection about what car I take. But that's not all I think about. That was all you, and now all the bad things you've ever remorselessly done to another person has come back around and bit your ass, tearing out a nice chunk, the chunk containing your wallet. I'm not a hundred percent certain, but I'll bet on your wedding day, you stood there across from your soon to be ex wife, and exchanged vows promising to love and honor and cherish one another until the end of time. Difference is..
She took them seriously.
You, of course, we're just you. You took that trust, broke it over your knee like a stick of wood, and tossed it aside. And when she found out, she hit you where she knew it would hurt you the most. She simply liquidated her pain into a cash amount, and then, took it from you as a retribution payment. Nothing more, nothing less. Nobody did this to you, but you, Kole.
Nobody
JFK.. you know the redneck you once prized as your top dog, and now apparently hate more than anything, said to me once.. That the Corporate Empire didn't need to be friends. They were together because their profits were multiplied because of it. That as long as the money was there, they didn't need to be chums because it didnt matter. Well, now the moneys gone Kole. You litterally, offer your own stable nothing. So you sit there, and tell the world you're going to use Steve Awesome to get out of your hole. Not sure if you knew this or not, but telling a man who currently holds more power than you that you're going to use him, is probably a bad idea. The Ace used Awesome to further his own credibility for months, and when Awesome got tired of it, well, you saw what happened didn't you? It's plain to anyone that he's been carrying the baggage that has been Kole Kaos for quite a while now. Don't you think his back may be getting sore by now?
Just a little?
On a personal note, I think you should have negotiated your contract a little better. I mean I know when you signed it, you didn't really need to sign for a lot, so it was probably a good idea. But even a rookie like Craven Moorhead knows that you always sign to be paid by the match, not the win. Sure, you make a little less per match. But at least you know you always have a paycheck at the end of the week.
...Right?
But honestly Kole, am I happy for you? Yes and No. Yes, because now that you're fighting the bottom, clawing your way back to the top, you have something to live for. You have a purpose, and that purpose will drive you to be better than you were, because you were far from perfect. And no, because now that you are determined that means I'm going to have to keep dealing with you, and frankly, it's getting old. Because someday you are going to get back to where you were, and then I think we'll be back at square one. Then, well..
You might as well shoot me.
So, you wanna fight me Kole? You want to show me that caged animal? Go ahead, please, I'm asking you to. As far as I can see, the only cage you'll be stepping into.. is mine.. And you know..
(Falcons cell phone on the table buzzes and plays his current ring tone, Slipknots "Before I Forget". He picks it up, looks quizzically at the strange number, then slowly opens it.)
Falcon: Sorry to cut myself off, but I have to take this kiddo. Enjoy your pizza.
(He puts the phone on speaker.)
Falcon: Hello?
Samantha: Kyle?
Falcon: Sam? What do you want?
Samantha: I'm sorry.. for the way I acted on Thanksgiving. Darren made it quite clear how childish we all were being towards you.
Falcon: Ok.. Accepted. Does that mean you're going to stop treating me like an outcast then?
Samantha: Yes. But there's one thing you should know..
Falcon: What?
Samantha: Mom is sick...
Falcon: What....?
(Fade out.)
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............Hey............
In the life of the wrong
A love lingered on
Love lingered on to frustration
And if our love is so wrong
What should we do alone?
Or am I just a picture in a photograph?
Why are we stuck in this pantomime?
Fearing a god who died?
One who would not deny lovers?
And I don't care what they say
If what you need is your faith
Then take a look at my face and know
That till your rapture falls to pieces
Until your rapture falls to pieces
Find in me, the room to breathe
Simple things, like suffering
Life had gone this way
Life is gone this way
Still in the life of the wrong
We all moved along
Another life evolved in gestation
And so she made her way
With the mistake she made
But she was still a picture from a photograph
So she walked in the babys room
Knowing what she would do
Leaves me in absolute horror
She put her hands on it's lips
And gave it one last kiss
And sang some tune that went
Until your rapture falls to pieces
Until your rapture falls to pieces
Find in me, the room to breathe
Simple things, like suffering
And I would and I would destroy your god
Yes, I would if I could destroy your god
Because you're born again
Until you're worn again
Until your rapture falls to pieces
Till your rapture falls to pieces
Find in me, the room to breathe
Sinful things, are suffering
Till your rapture falls to pieces
Till your rapture falls to pieces
But
This must be
Then burn with me
Anything
Just don't leave
Find in me, the room to breathe
Sinful things, like suffering
Till your rapture falls to pieces
She sword she heard the voice of Jesus
Telling her it was wrong to keep it
And one more thing
It looked like me
Back when it breathed
Rest in peace
Until the Rapture
....Comes to meet us...
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The past is quite possibly the biggest contradictive force in history. The past matters because it shapes who you are. Everything you'll do for the rest of your life is influenced by what you've already done, or what others around you have done. The optimal goal would be to learn from your past mistakes, and use that knowledge to grow into a stronger person. You learn real fast to start appreciating what you have, when you've lost everything because you took it for granted. That's what the past means to everyone, whether you want to believe it or not. I hate to make a disney reference, but you can either Run from it.. or Learn from it.
However, on the flip side of that. The past really doesn't matter, does it? If the Dallas Cowboys walk into Houston and destroy the Texans by an obscene video game score, does that mean they can relax the next time the two teams meet? Of course not. There's always factors involve that could easily change the outcome. History is predictable, but even that isn't a perfect science. I used to say this all the time. I faced a man named Ethanol eight times in PWW. Each time he told me the outcome would be different, he said he would beat me.. this time. And I told him exactly what I felt. I knew he could, and I wanted him to do it. Not for me, but for him. So, in reality..
The past is both your best friend, and your worst enemy.
Or, Kakistos.. as Spike Kane would say.
------------------------------------------
(We fade in on Falcon, sitting at a sidewalk cafe in San Jose. Looking more or less comfortable in basic jeans and a button up, holding his cell phone to his ear with a credit card in his hand. He appears to be listing off the numbers to whoever is on the phone.)
Falcon: Seven.. Nine... (Pause) That number is Six Five Three.
Clerk: Ok... seems to be in order, and where will this be delivered to?
Falcon: Motel Six on Santa Cruz Boulevard. Room 17A. In the name of Kole Kaos.
Clerk: ...Kole Kaos?
Falcon: That is correct.
Clerk: You want four pizzas delivered to Kole Kaos... on your credit card?
Falcon: Yes, sir. Is that a problem?
Clerk: No, sir. Just a bit strange is all.
Falcon: I can assure you this is no prank. I simply do not want the man to starve.
Clerk: But.. I thought he was loaded.
Falcon: Complicated story. Can you complete the order?
Clerk: Yes, sir. It will be there in aproximately forty minutes.
Falcon: Can you attach a note to the top box that says "Don't starve to death on me yet. -Falcon", please?
Clerk: Yes, sir.
Falcon: Ok, thank you.
Clerk: Thank you for calling Dominoes.
(Falcon hangs up the phone, and looks at the camera.)
Falcon: What? I don't want him to starve to death. That would be tragic. But you know what Kole, at the behest of being what some would consider rude, and at the behest of repeating the same thing you heard last week from one Xavier Williams, I won't tell you that I told you so. Then again, I guess I kinda just did. You see Kole, you have it just a bit wrong. I didn't want you to rot in the gutter like the trash to make myself happy. I simply wanted you to see where the flaw in your logic was. The very one I tried to make clear to you many times. You put so much emphasis on the material things that only matter when you have them. And yeah, they're nice. I like the freedom of having a big house. I like the feeling I get when I walk into my driveway and have a selection about what car I take. But that's not all I think about. That was all you, and now all the bad things you've ever remorselessly done to another person has come back around and bit your ass, tearing out a nice chunk, the chunk containing your wallet. I'm not a hundred percent certain, but I'll bet on your wedding day, you stood there across from your soon to be ex wife, and exchanged vows promising to love and honor and cherish one another until the end of time. Difference is..
She took them seriously.
You, of course, we're just you. You took that trust, broke it over your knee like a stick of wood, and tossed it aside. And when she found out, she hit you where she knew it would hurt you the most. She simply liquidated her pain into a cash amount, and then, took it from you as a retribution payment. Nothing more, nothing less. Nobody did this to you, but you, Kole.
Nobody
JFK.. you know the redneck you once prized as your top dog, and now apparently hate more than anything, said to me once.. That the Corporate Empire didn't need to be friends. They were together because their profits were multiplied because of it. That as long as the money was there, they didn't need to be chums because it didnt matter. Well, now the moneys gone Kole. You litterally, offer your own stable nothing. So you sit there, and tell the world you're going to use Steve Awesome to get out of your hole. Not sure if you knew this or not, but telling a man who currently holds more power than you that you're going to use him, is probably a bad idea. The Ace used Awesome to further his own credibility for months, and when Awesome got tired of it, well, you saw what happened didn't you? It's plain to anyone that he's been carrying the baggage that has been Kole Kaos for quite a while now. Don't you think his back may be getting sore by now?
Just a little?
On a personal note, I think you should have negotiated your contract a little better. I mean I know when you signed it, you didn't really need to sign for a lot, so it was probably a good idea. But even a rookie like Craven Moorhead knows that you always sign to be paid by the match, not the win. Sure, you make a little less per match. But at least you know you always have a paycheck at the end of the week.
...Right?
But honestly Kole, am I happy for you? Yes and No. Yes, because now that you're fighting the bottom, clawing your way back to the top, you have something to live for. You have a purpose, and that purpose will drive you to be better than you were, because you were far from perfect. And no, because now that you are determined that means I'm going to have to keep dealing with you, and frankly, it's getting old. Because someday you are going to get back to where you were, and then I think we'll be back at square one. Then, well..
You might as well shoot me.
So, you wanna fight me Kole? You want to show me that caged animal? Go ahead, please, I'm asking you to. As far as I can see, the only cage you'll be stepping into.. is mine.. And you know..
(Falcons cell phone on the table buzzes and plays his current ring tone, Slipknots "Before I Forget". He picks it up, looks quizzically at the strange number, then slowly opens it.)
Falcon: Sorry to cut myself off, but I have to take this kiddo. Enjoy your pizza.
(He puts the phone on speaker.)
Falcon: Hello?
Samantha: Kyle?
Falcon: Sam? What do you want?
Samantha: I'm sorry.. for the way I acted on Thanksgiving. Darren made it quite clear how childish we all were being towards you.
Falcon: Ok.. Accepted. Does that mean you're going to stop treating me like an outcast then?
Samantha: Yes. But there's one thing you should know..
Falcon: What?
Samantha: Mom is sick...
Falcon: What....?
(Fade out.)
------------------------------------------
............Hey............
In the life of the wrong
A love lingered on
Love lingered on to frustration
And if our love is so wrong
What should we do alone?
Or am I just a picture in a photograph?
Why are we stuck in this pantomime?
Fearing a god who died?
One who would not deny lovers?
And I don't care what they say
If what you need is your faith
Then take a look at my face and know
That till your rapture falls to pieces
Until your rapture falls to pieces
Find in me, the room to breathe
Simple things, like suffering
Life had gone this way
Life is gone this way
Still in the life of the wrong
We all moved along
Another life evolved in gestation
And so she made her way
With the mistake she made
But she was still a picture from a photograph
So she walked in the babys room
Knowing what she would do
Leaves me in absolute horror
She put her hands on it's lips
And gave it one last kiss
And sang some tune that went
Until your rapture falls to pieces
Until your rapture falls to pieces
Find in me, the room to breathe
Simple things, like suffering
And I would and I would destroy your god
Yes, I would if I could destroy your god
Because you're born again
Until you're worn again
Until your rapture falls to pieces
Till your rapture falls to pieces
Find in me, the room to breathe
Sinful things, are suffering
Till your rapture falls to pieces
Till your rapture falls to pieces
But
This must be
Then burn with me
Anything
Just don't leave
Find in me, the room to breathe
Sinful things, like suffering
Till your rapture falls to pieces
She sword she heard the voice of Jesus
Telling her it was wrong to keep it
And one more thing
It looked like me
Back when it breathed
Rest in peace
Until the Rapture
....Comes to meet us...
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