Yes, the Ever-lasting contrast. Since existence has known, the 'fight' between good & evil has continued. Obviously, this fight can never end. Good things turn bad, bad things become good. My fav. contrasting symbol, because it is so true & means so much – the battle between good & bad never ends… Here we ponder on the tragedy of Dylan Klebold.
Well, first of all.. Dylan’s appetite was legendary and it was nothing for him to eat an entire bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken by himself…and, every year on Dylan’s birthday, Dylan’s dad, Tom, goes up to the place where the two used to hike and takes a Dr. Pepper, because Dylan loved Dr. Pepper, and the stuffed Koala that was Dylan’s childhood favorite.”
Certainly, yes. Anything simple and ordinary could’ve reengaged either of the two to begin to care one iota again, to feel reconnected and valuable enough on the planet to change their course of destiny like the switch of a train’s tracks from a crash course over a cliff’s end onto another route that sprawls onward towards a sunny horizon. Once one of the two cared enough, I do believe the deadly dyad dynamic would’ve fizzled and come to a halt. I do not think the two separately had the momento and strength to do what they did as in their alliance. It was a symbiotic relationship.
You can ask and I don’t mind curiosity. Lessee..I’m young enough to own a few Tumblr blogs and (should be) old enough to know better for it. 😉 So, ponder away all you ponderers.
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“Dylan doesn’t have an ‘official’ grave site that anyone can visit, so there’s no information to share. The truth is, he’s buried in our hearts. He’ll be there as long as we live.” — Sue Klebold
You can draw your own conclusion from this. I would say that it’s a likely possibility that Dylan’s cremated ashes reside in an urn on the fireplace mantel of his parents home.
“Dylan Klebold sits in the tan La-Z-Boy, chewing on a toothpick…”
It’s time for a Friday episode of.. The (lost) Basement Tapes visualization moments.. 😉
‘A picture of herself and her son at his fifth birthday celebration and a tousle-headed on his tricycle.’ Um, I think we need to see these photos. 🙂 I do hope a few other ‘new’ photos will be in her book. I’d definitely go to one of these suicide bereavement conferences to see her presentation.
Because Dylan was normally shy, quiet and introverted he typically tended to suppress the negative aspects of his personality. He sat on his feelings and for the most part, peers thought him easy going and ‘gentle’. Occasionally though, Dyl blew off steam being openly resentful in class with certain teachers. His parents remembered him as their brilliant golden boy but they also acknowledged that there were plenty of times when their son was mouthy, resistant and ill tempered. NBK was the opportunity, for once, in which Dylan could literally not have to hold himself back in any way – to externalize everything he’d always normally had kept under lock and key. He could be as nasty as he wanted to be – no holds barred. ‘Judgment Day’ represented a catharsis that afforded Dylan one last opportunity to be free and truly let every censored vestige of himself go – to in a sense, blow the lid off that quietly simmering pot of anger, jealousy and resentment. It was his last day on earth – a day to celebrate – ‘today is the day we die!’ was the eerie battle cry that a few witnesses couldn’t help but hear resounding throughout the halls of Columbine. NBK was that last hooray to go out with a literal bang, to finally get revenge on ‘the society’ symbolically encapsulated by the toxic, exclusive rigidity of his school. Anyone Dylan didn’t know on a personal level was a fair game to taunt and mock, make fun of and shamelessly bully back. Those faceless symbols, those small-minded, petty ‘zombies’ stuck in a state of ‘humanity’ who added to his rage; they all played a part in making him what he’d become, what he hated the most of all. He could yell and scream as loud as he wanted; he could cheer and relish in the power and destruction in his wake. For what fun is life without a little death?
This video clip taken from an italian documentary falsely depicts a claim that ‘Dylan shot from the small library window to ignite the bombs inside his BMW.’ The distance combined with the awkward, extreme angle of the BMW in relation to these particular library windows makes it pretty improbable that any of their weapons would’ve been effective. Dylan proved ineffective at simply shooting human targets on the CHS grounds and that was in closer range and straight on.
Yes, there’s clearly someone moving around in the library window, but it could be anyone and more likely a victim. If Dylan were hypothetically attempting to shoot from that far away, the window would have likely been opened or broken and you would see part of his arm/hand/weapon protruding in an attempt to aim. Instead, we only see vague movement in the window. The documentary that spliced these two images together is essentially generating sensationalized disinformation. The 11K refers to the methodical manner the bomb squad detonated the bombs within Dylan’s BMW after the incident. The second image of the car detonating or ‘breaking’ the rear passenger side window perfectly describes the second video image of the BMW exploding and it dovetails the testimony described.
Sometimes things are as uncomplicated as our intelligent Dyl being nothing more than in a lazy ass mood while writing in his journal..or… a bit tipsy and in that half assed mood. a-hem. Of course, he may also have preferred to spell his middle name with with one ‘n’ instead of two so that it matched the one ‘t’ on the end. I do something similar where I put an ‘e’ on the end of my name because I think it looks more symmetrical; I always write my name this particular way on a personal level rather than using the correct, legal spelling of my first name. Since I favor equipose, I usually have the impulse to spell Dyl’s last name with two ‘n’s’ and two ‘t’s’ to finish it off – as in Bennett.
I always wondered if it was some lost in-joke referencing Jonbenet Ramsey.
Oh, niiice, I like the possibilities of this idea.. Consider that JonBenét Ramsey was murdered on December 25, 1996 in Boulder, Colorado and this particular journal entry was written March 31, 1997 – three months after the mysterious murder of which the media hype was enormously widespread. I could see Dylan and Eric collectively rolling their eyes over little JonBenét the sexually exploited little brat whose image was plastered all over the tv and magazines and whose parents deserved what they got for dressing their daughter like a little whore. I do recall JonBenét was mentioned in one of Eric’s rants. So, inside jokes? That’s plausible. Dylan may have been playing at it with his middle name in this instance in the mid journal muse:, ”- when Dylan Benet Klebold got covered up by this entity containing Dylan’s body” referencing a connection of his ‘little self’, the natural, normal ‘boy Dylan’ being covered up by this foreign, older entity as in relation to little girl JonBenét who was involuntarily covered up with a promiscuous adult-like image and robbed of her own childhood. On the other hand, wouldn’t he have played up the inside joke a bit more by referring to himself as DylanBenét Klebold with his first and middle name joined as one with the accent mark? At any rate, it’s a good speculation based on what was going on in the media at that time. There again, Dylan could’ve even unconsciously misspelled his middle name while deep in thought because of all the ubiquitious ‘JonBenét ’ references everywhere.
Dimensions of Thought – May 21, 1997
Dylan further discusses the properties of the physical reality, how his thoughts are the most powerful creator.
Time, Space and Thought
“Within the known limits of time… within the conceived boundaries of space…. the average human thinks those are the settings of existence…Yet the ponderer, the outcast, the believer, helps out the human. "Think not of 2 dimensions,’ says the ponderer, ‘but of 3, as your world is conceived of 3 dimensions, so is mine. While you explore the immediate physical boundaries of your body, you see in your 3 dimensions – L (length), W (width), & H (height). Yet I, who is more mentally open to anything, see my 3 dimensions, my realm of thought – Time, Space, & THOUGHT. Thought is the most powerful thing that exists– anything conceivable can be produced, anything & everything is possible in your physical world.’ After this so called ‘lecture’ the common man feels confused, empty, & unaware. Yet those are the best emotions of a ponderer. The real difference is, a true ponderer will explore these emotions & what cause them. Another… a dream.”
The universe is approximately 13.8 billion years old, which makes the outer boundaries twice that in light years. Yet beyond the physical boundaries of the universe, the thoughts we can think appear limitless. The language of mathematics allows us to write ‘infinity to the power of infinity’. The mind can think thoughts that cannot really exist outside the mind.
Dylan’s prose expresses once more an important aspect of quantum science, as explained earlier, namely that the observing mind induces the result of its own measurement. While this may be true when we observe the behavior of electrons and photons, it does mean that an underlying ‘real’ reality does not exist. Reality is an illusion that helps observing minds make logical sense of how one thing leads to another.
But some scientists express a bigger concern. As science digs deeper in the world of atoms and particles, will there ever be an end to new scientific discovery? Or do scientists them induce new layer of reality simply when they ask new questions? For example, we now know that atoms are made of protons and electrons, and they themselves are made of quarks. The problem is that reality may be a sort of onion having infinite layers, in which case science will never be able to answer what the universe is made of and will have to admit defeat.
However, if the science could really be the cause of its own measurements, then the human mind that invents such science truly is the creator of its surroundings. Have we built the world we live in by collectively dreaming it up? Do we give birth to a new answer when we pose an original question?
It appears to me that thought is the most powerful thing that exists. The thinking mind can imagine abstract, infinite realities that we cannot communicate with words or images.
Quantum mechanics takes a toll on the senses of even seasoned scientists, because of its implication that real reality does not exist. But others emphasize that we should embrace the ideas of quantum science: “Someone who has learned to accept that nothing exists but observations is far ahead of peers who stumble through physics hoping to find out ‘what things are’.”
Dylan’s passages once again echo Heraclitus’ thinking. Compare “Thought is the most powerful thing that exists […] physical world.” with Heraclitus: “Of all the worlds yet spoken, none comes quite as far as wisdom, which is the action of the mind, beyond all things that may be said,” and compare “After this so called lecture the common man feels confused, empty and unaware […] what caused them. ” with “Many fail to grasp what they have seen, and cannot judge what they have learned, although they tell themselves they know.”
God Complex
“I think, too much, I understand, I am GOD compared to some of those unexistable brainless zombies. Yet, the actions of them interest me, like a kid with a new toy.”
Not cogito, ergo sum – I think, therefore I am – but cogito nimium, intelligo – I think too much, I understand.
Compare the first sentence of this statement with Heraclitus: “Those unmindful when they hear, for all they make of their intelligence, may be regarded as the walking dead.”
With great intellect comes great arrogance. While it is not healthy to look down on people so much, in such a misanthropic manner, both Heraclitus and Dylan Klebold generally felt incapable to communicate their ideas to their peers, which became the cause of their social reclusion.
When Dylan calls others “brainless zombies”, it is simply a mental revenge on the school bullies that cast him out. In terms of intellect, he felt socially and emotionally as far removed from Average Joe as “God” to “un-existable, brainless zombies."
Jade Vega wrote in her ‘applied final project’ titled Dylan Klebold and Schizotypal Personality Disorder: "This is one of several instances in Dylan’s journal where he not only demonstrated odd thinking, but odd speech, as well. He used several words which were not real, in addition to using words in inappropriate contexts.” But Klebold’s “un-existable, brainless zombies” are simply a reference to the humanoid enemies in the computer game Doom, and they are coincidentally called ‘zombiemen’, Former Humans or Former Sergeants.
The odd adjective “un-existable” refers to people who, in Klebold’s view, are like primitive animals who live in the three dimensions of space, but never in the three dimensions of “Time, Space and Thought”. They do not have the overdeveloped mind that burdens Dylan, that makes him question everything about the world around him.
What bothers most about Vega’s interpretations is that by her measure almost every philosopher would have to suffer some personality disorder. The oddest thing about Klebold’s writings is that he manages to express highly abstract ideas using the limited vocabulary available to him – limited because of language, not because of Klebold.
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Cassie Bernall was incorrectly pronounced a christian matyr as having been the girl that confidently replied ‘yes’ to the shooter’s question ‘Do you believe in God?’ The christian community likes to perpetuate this myth, and they still do so to this day. The reality is that Valeen Schnurr had been wounded by a spray of bullets and had fallen out from under the table and hysterically began to repeat “oh my god, oh my god, don’t let me die!” In response, Dylan asked if she believed in god as he was reloading his weapon. Valeen stumbled on her response, unsure of the ‘right’ answer that she thought the shooters wanted to hear – eventually saying ‘yes.’ He asked her why and Valeen replied ‘because I believe and my parents brought me up that way.’ Dylan then walked away from her. The article of Valeen dispelling the Cassie Bernall ‘she said yes’ myth can be found here.
Yes and no. The later was rather a yaaaawn. He doesn’t want to talk about you-know-what but his ego craves any sort of attention, so, yeah..cognitive dissonance to the max.
Sometimes things are as uncomplicated as our intelligent Dyl being nothing more than in a lazy ass mood while writing in his journal..or… a bit tipsy and in that half assed mood. a-hem. Of course, he may also have preferred to spell his middle name with with one ‘n’ instead of two so that it matched the one ’t’ on the end. I do something similar where I put an ‘e’ on the end of my name because I think it looks more symmetrical; I always write my name this particular way on a personal level rather than using the correct, legal spelling of my first name. Since I favor equipose, I usually have the impulse to spell Dyl’s last name with two ‘n’s’ and two ‘t’s’ to finish it off – as in Bennett.
The Everlasting Contrast 