Thinking Out Loud

I won't take no more of your bullshit lies I got hands so full of your stinkin' pies Times are changin' and I realize I hate these patties in my hand Their smell offends me I'm taking a stand I refuse to carry this crap around I'm settin' it down upon the ground where shit belongs and where shit will stay It's time for me to make my own way pushin' all these bulls aside confidently watch me stride through these pastures we call life trustin' my gut believin' my reason followin' my heart season after season and as I go, this I now know Every time I encounter shit I don't pick it up I don't take hold of it I see it precisely for what it is I raise my sights and I step over it.

I was watching some calisthenics videos on youtube when a video ad for  silicone rings  appeared. The ad was for  Groove Rings and was super clever. It showed burly men lifting heavy weights, waterskiing, operating machinery, etc. And guess what? All these "real men" were wearing groove silicone rings. Fast forward to the next scene which featured a bunch of old men sitting around smoking cigars in suits. Of course, they looked quite outdated and wussy. They were captioned as "dad" and "granddad." Quite naturally, they were all wearing "precious metal" rings.  The gist of the ad was this: replace your dangerous, daddy rings of 'ole with the functional, comfortable rings that allow real men to get things done. Basically, Out with the old; in with the new! It made me think about the book I started reading today:  The End of Faith   by Sam Harris.  I first discovered Sam when I was watching The God Delusion  ( a fantastic docum...