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Inertia is the resistance of any physical object to a change in its state of motion or rest, or the tendency of an object to resist any change in its motion. It is proportional to an object's mass. The principle of inertia is one of the fundamental principles of classical physics which are used to describe the motion of matter and how it is affected by applied forces. Inertia comes from the Latin word, iners, meaning idle, or lazy. Isaac Newton defined inertia as his first law in his Philosophiæ Naturalis Principia Mathematica, which states: The vis insita, or innate force of matter, is a power of resisting by which every body, as much as in it lies, endeavours to preserve its present state, whether it be of rest or of moving uniformly forward in a straight line
I was just discussing this matter with my Mama the other day. I was trying to describe to her how it feels like a catch .22 when i think about planting roots v.s. taking off. I don't like to be in one place too long and at the same time it wears down my bones traveling. For as long as I can remember i have said to myself...I don't wanna stay & I don't wanna Go. It has always been my dilemma. I feel if I stop traveling and plant roots...well...it feels like Death...and when I am running on make believe gasoline and one city after another, i begin to feel weightless like a ghost, which also has somewhat of a deathly connotation & correalation...so it all really doesnae matter because lying back in your Lazy chair or running with the devil through Tunisia and then riding the furrowed spine of a Javelina through some junkie's hallway in Madrid and then running after a taxi that has just driven off with your kamera and your kitten...the end result is a drop in the ol' Tomb or sprinkled over the land and sea like parmesan cheese.
I think people like yourself stay and go until one day...you just fucking CANNOT go any further. You may find yourself sitting in beanbag chair in some dipshit's lid room gnawing on a dusty soda cracker and drinking homemade likker out of a pissjug as an upside down T.V. plays black and white felix the cat cartoons in some rinkydink little town in W. Virginia with a landlord named Bubba Tit'Jaws, but you will not move, not even a hair because you are finished with moving around. I pray for your sake it never gets that bad.
I suppose some folks in yer frame of mind need to see a lot of the world before they can make any type of devotion to a place. It's worse when people do this with people and some people do it until they give up the ghost...just keep sleeping with a different loser every single week...but I digress...do forgive me. I have been to a few places...and sadly, there seems no place that i can think of where i want to belong to all the time...in death that will be a comfort for the dead have no choice where they go...they just gone. You however can afford to choose...If you really want to call it a day, perhaps you should make a list of 100 things you would need from a Country, A State, A city, a village, or shacktown to make you happy...then turn around and make another list of 100 things you just won't fucking put up with...mine would look something like this...
No streets covered in needles, condoms, and used tampons and broke-toothed, matted hair patched and horny dogs with rabies running up and down the street.
No apartment where the neighbor behind me is a CRIP and the neighbor in front of me is a BLOOD, i was never too fond of being the middleman in the center of a gunfight...i dunno
No house in the shape of a boat tha floats on water above the underground cave that houses great while sharks.
No flat next to a soccer stadium...especially in Europe.
No town where everybody knows one another so well that they pick each other's noses, know the date of your next period, knock up each other's mothers and name all their babies Clem and Looellen, usually a small town with roughly 125 people with 14 teeth between all of 'em. Where dentures are borrowed like mowers and trucks can be borrowed.
No god damned place that crawls with rattlesnakes
No place where bums are ball gagin' on one another when I take my kid out to see a movie
No place black people swing from trees ( as in Lynch mob, as in noose, as in the song strange fruit, as in murder)
and no place where they cut your nose off for thinking a fellow has a handsome pair of sandals.
You really ought to take the time to narrow it down...hone the damn thing out solid...then you can plant ya roots and feel satisfied...
You'll probably just get up and fuckun' go again and leave it all behind, but so what...your life is yours to do, re-start, begin again and fuck up and make pretty. Nothing wrong with runnin' even if you ain't runnin' from nothin' and if yer runnin' from the law, then quit reading this malarky and get the fuck out the front door and hightail it in a stolen car ya kook!
No but really...i think you'll know in your heart of hearts when it is time to stop and you'll know in your jack of hearts the right place as well.
Hell, most people never leave the damn dumb place that their lunkheads dropped out of their crookid Mother's crossword puzzle vaginas...they just plosh out and wipe the clap out of their eyebones, get a job hammering on some boards and shit, scrape slaw into their gobs night and day and see how many little shit monsters they can drop out of their sex guts, while shakin' their butts to kid rock....I digress.....I can't help it, I just moved away from that part of town a few years ago....
I say it's good to have a home
a base that you can fly away from to anywhere in the world and return to...all you need is a pet sitter and plant sitter.
Should I stay or should I go?
Find your home in this lonely little planet world of ours and then travel like a nomad...
I wish you well on your journey to finding a home to call your heart and many happy travels to only God and the Devil know where...
bless yer heart and good health and good love to you