Let's give them something to talk about...
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Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Sunday, July 4, 2010
True Love
A piece of life...
...aimlessly traversing Milky Way, with the unpronounceable good fortune to encounter us, without a "splat!" would fall in love with Earth.
It would be Love-at-first-sight.
Sure as I am love exists --at first sight, doubly so-- I know it's rare. Compounded by appeal it's easily the rarest thing in our known the verse. This says "verse" for many massive, blank holes, defy our search for unification.
We are an island Nation, the one exception to the universal law of entropy. Life. For a brief but notable period, we are, inexplicably, matter making higher order of itself.
Life is a big family of interactive membranes, signals and receivers, and the sun is the ultimate free energy broadcast. Let's make higher use of this immediate unending chain of energy, instead of robbing our ancestors of the treasures they made of it.
Locked away in massive vaults is the carbon that made life impossible in our atmosphere millions of years ago. Now we are digging it up and returning this place to a hot, toxic, prehistoric rock. Hot is not beautiful.
Hot is lust. Lust burns fast. Love is strong. Lust can't last. Let's make love with constant poolside sunbathing and peace...
...a peace of life.
...aimlessly traversing Milky Way, with the unpronounceable good fortune to encounter us, without a "splat!" would fall in love with Earth.
It would be Love-at-first-sight.
Sure as I am love exists --at first sight, doubly so-- I know it's rare. Compounded by appeal it's easily the rarest thing in our known the verse. This says "verse" for many massive, blank holes, defy our search for unification.
We are an island Nation, the one exception to the universal law of entropy. Life. For a brief but notable period, we are, inexplicably, matter making higher order of itself.
Life is a big family of interactive membranes, signals and receivers, and the sun is the ultimate free energy broadcast. Let's make higher use of this immediate unending chain of energy, instead of robbing our ancestors of the treasures they made of it.
Locked away in massive vaults is the carbon that made life impossible in our atmosphere millions of years ago. Now we are digging it up and returning this place to a hot, toxic, prehistoric rock. Hot is not beautiful.
Hot is lust. Lust burns fast. Love is strong. Lust can't last. Let's make love with constant poolside sunbathing and peace...
...a peace of life.
Friday, June 25, 2010
Death
There are many ways to die. And indeed there is some peace in having a choice, to some degree, about how we approach the point of death.
Perhaps it is our only point.
Sleeping is the commas.
Each one is a sentence
in this newest chapter:
Life on Earth.
I was thinking about suicide this morning...
bathroom article.
Science News describes how, even so distressing as it may be for some, the bereaved do benefit from seeing the body.
...of a loved-one.
Yeah...
like, even if its "badly damaged" or "beginning to decompose!"
Apparently solidifying this new forever-absence of someone allows the living to move on.
Psychologically.
That's pretty cool.
As I then tried to imagined my own (hypothetical) suicide, a hope arose that I would have consideration enough to just disappear instead of leaving a mess.
I am all for living as long as possible. But some folks, they seem to lose the will to ramble on and decide to make a splashing point, and their point gets all over the walls and carpet or jellies up sidewalk. Not only is this UNBELIEVABLY inconsiderate , it's a waste of a potential extension of your life.
If one morning you're just gone, and no one gets to see your body, you will live on in the minds of those who wonder, as a question... "whatever happened to old so-and-so?" maybe you'll become a legend, someday fabled to return. What an awesome immortality!
...instead of "Oh him? He killed himself. Yah, I had to clean it up! what an ashole. So, you gettin' lunch later?"
Too much sun will kill you.
Perhaps it is our only point.
Sleeping is the commas.
Each one is a sentence
in this newest chapter:
Life on Earth.
I was thinking about suicide this morning...
bathroom article.
Science News describes how, even so distressing as it may be for some, the bereaved do benefit from seeing the body.
...of a loved-one.
Yeah...
like, even if its "badly damaged" or "beginning to decompose!"
Apparently solidifying this new forever-absence of someone allows the living to move on.
Psychologically.
That's pretty cool.
As I then tried to imagined my own (hypothetical) suicide, a hope arose that I would have consideration enough to just disappear instead of leaving a mess.
I am all for living as long as possible. But some folks, they seem to lose the will to ramble on and decide to make a splashing point, and their point gets all over the walls and carpet or jellies up sidewalk. Not only is this UNBELIEVABLY inconsiderate , it's a waste of a potential extension of your life.
If one morning you're just gone, and no one gets to see your body, you will live on in the minds of those who wonder, as a question... "whatever happened to old so-and-so?" maybe you'll become a legend, someday fabled to return. What an awesome immortality!
...instead of "Oh him? He killed himself. Yah, I had to clean it up! what an ashole. So, you gettin' lunch later?"
Too much sun will kill you.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Life
...Life is about this. But not that anymore, because now it's this. You can go back and re-read that. It's all true. And it's your choice. Or you can just continue to sink steadily into your comfort zone and ignore it.
At school we learn it's a bad thing to be wrong, and that ignorance is shameful and the complex is embarrassing. When it seems the more we learn the exponentially less we feel we really know about the universe, and life, what kind of backwards rubric is that to be pushing on our children?! We should be doing everything for our children. Period.
Talking about short buses can make me wish that I was special, and it can quickly separate the biggots from the pearls at the table. Watch. Try it sometime, if it's not too high school of a topic.
We will die, and change will come; and while some (an enlightened few) may say "That is the point." That is the why, I say. And "why?" is, well, almost the point (if life has such a thing). GOOD... AUGHT... like Christian-taught MORALS vs. Ethics blahblablah...... but WHY removes labels from days.
WHY brings light in through my window when we turn to face the sun again, a whole half-a-planet! And WHY relents pretending numbers on a clock face tell us anything about what's coming next.
Life is the whys we learn to quell: to keep our jobs, do well in school. Life is the whys we lie about knowing the answers to, to others, to ourselves, to rows and rows of books on shelves in Barnes & Noble's largest, fastest growing, section... Self-Help.
Life is you.
So heed not the amassing rich, white, cultural declensions that offend your stalwart sensibilities. Life is munificence. But ha! This one-man meeting of Pulchritudinous Anonymous has left me flipping ranting indefinably......
I would like to know what comes to mind when you read this: And your top 5 favorite movies, GO!
At school we learn it's a bad thing to be wrong, and that ignorance is shameful and the complex is embarrassing. When it seems the more we learn the exponentially less we feel we really know about the universe, and life, what kind of backwards rubric is that to be pushing on our children?! We should be doing everything for our children. Period.
Talking about short buses can make me wish that I was special, and it can quickly separate the biggots from the pearls at the table. Watch. Try it sometime, if it's not too high school of a topic.
We will die, and change will come; and while some (an enlightened few) may say "That is the point." That is the why, I say. And "why?" is, well, almost the point (if life has such a thing). GOOD... AUGHT... like Christian-taught MORALS vs. Ethics blahblablah...... but WHY removes labels from days.
WHY brings light in through my window when we turn to face the sun again, a whole half-a-planet! And WHY relents pretending numbers on a clock face tell us anything about what's coming next.
Life is the whys we learn to quell: to keep our jobs, do well in school. Life is the whys we lie about knowing the answers to, to others, to ourselves, to rows and rows of books on shelves in Barnes & Noble's largest, fastest growing, section... Self-Help.
Life is you.
So heed not the amassing rich, white, cultural declensions that offend your stalwart sensibilities. Life is munificence. But ha! This one-man meeting of Pulchritudinous Anonymous has left me flipping ranting indefinably......
I would like to know what comes to mind when you read this: And your top 5 favorite movies, GO!
Friday, June 18, 2010
Solar-Systemic Magnanimity
The mighty sun is yet a friend to us. I like to say we lie at a magnanimous locale in this terribly anti-social hierarchy of bodies making our solar system. Earth is hurtling along at a diplomatic 93 million miles from the solar corona, and nicely, at this distance (shielded by a humungeous magnet) there can be life. Thus we have come to be here today. Thank you for taking a moment to be fascinated. I am.
Mankind's oldest and longest continual relationship has been that which we feel we have with our sun. Even using the possessive "our" seems proper in the cultural context. While the physical image of Earth with a long skinny leash around big old Sun is a chuckle now, in the past, these anthropomorphic concepts of the cosmos are what gods were made of.
It can still be the time of enlightenment. The power is showering down upon us.
Mankind's oldest and longest continual relationship has been that which we feel we have with our sun. Even using the possessive "our" seems proper in the cultural context. While the physical image of Earth with a long skinny leash around big old Sun is a chuckle now, in the past, these anthropomorphic concepts of the cosmos are what gods were made of.
It can still be the time of enlightenment. The power is showering down upon us.
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