You, Sir, are Most Wrong.

(Some things ARE impossible.)

Generation Gap

Noun
Origin 1960-1970


-The differences in customs, attitudes, and beliefs between any two generations, but especially between youths and adults.

-The loss of information between the members of one era and the members of another.

-Emphasis on knowledge that is endeared by one generation but that is particularly not endeared by another.

-Prominent differences between a parent and a child, particularly in knowledge; Often occurs because a parent or a trusted guardian fails to pass along vital information to a child; Often occurs because children blatantly ignore vital information passed on to them by a parent or trusted guardian.

Example: “There is a massive, overriding generation gap between the millions of WWII veterans, who often witnessed unimaginable horrors at the hands of others and themselves, and their sons, who oftentimes were never forced to run other teenagers through in brutal hand-to-hand death-throes.”

Example: “Children would have done well had they not ignored the pleading, begging voices of their parents, who would not have led them astray. The result is a deadly generation gap that causes children to prematurely suffer because of a thorough, blatant lack of knowledge.”

Winter, Winter and How I'll Stay Warm.

I’ll wait you out winter, winter; I’ll beat you.

I’ll sit in my chilly apartment with my chilly blinds drawn down and I’ll conspire of your end. I’ll wait you out until I can’t stand you, and then I’ll wait some more. Evan though my bones will be thin and by beard will be long, I’ll never give in. I’ll bundle my thin bones and I’ll wrap my long beard and I’ll wait. Evan though my knuckles will be chapped and my skin will be sallow, I’ll never surrender. I’ll bandage my chapped knuckles and I’ll wash my sallow skin and I’ll wait. I’ll wait and I’ll wait and I’ll wait. I’ll wait out your uncertainty and I’ll persevere through your snow. I’ll ignore your tap, tap, tapping at my window and your knock, knock, knocking on my door. I’ll put on a vinyl; it’ll drown out your sounds. I’ll place that needle in the groove; it’ll vibrate you away. And when the sounds fill my ears and I’ve socks on feet; I know I’ll be warm inside. I’ll not feel thin and long-bearded nor chapped and sallow. I’ll only feel warm when the sounds fill my ears. Warm and determined.

I’ll wait you out winter, winter.
I’ll beat you yet.

Reasons for the Wilderness.

Carve your own pencils, whittle your own pipe.
Why do men live alone in the woods?

Build your own cabin and chimney; all out of trees that you have hewn and stone that you have carried.
What is it about the wilderness that fascinates them so?

Skin the flesh that you have claimed; killed so that you may live.
Is it atonement or haunting or fear or worse?

Your beard will grow while you sleep alone; there is nothing but survival in the mountains.
Survival or worse.

Not for the autumn leaves or the rushing streams; not for honor or for dreams.
Nor for war or peace; neither God or gods or godly things.

Men live alone for horror.
Horror at what it is their world has become, and at what it is that they have done.