Working on writing. Getting ready to travel again into the near, uncertain future. Hopefully things are great. Hopefully I will have good stories to tell, great moments to hold onto. Here's to partying like tomorrow's child:
betterment
Things are radically different in no real discernible way. Quantum physics are to blame. Particles that interact with other particles are forever entwined across time and space. Destroy an atom and time travel is possible. Collide an atom, shatter it, and it is not lost. It will reconstitute in another time and place. Conservation of mass, conservation of the universe, the big and the small forever in orbit, the unknown tug of gravity, the one force that we have yet to fathom, that does not seem to exist except for the effect it has on everything. It is not light, it is not energy, it is not matter, it is perhaps everything and nothing. Maybe it comes from the very center of the universe. Pulling forevermore. What pulls us. What makes us. What is responsible for all this being. The cold hard truth is that we will never know. Even the faithful cannot deny the overwhelming reality. It creeps in like cracks in china. Intact but questions permeate. What they probe is both their faith and their conscience. When they ask questions to God, and they get their answers. Are they any wiser? Are the scientists, the mystics, the lunatics and artists? If all the faithful screamed out in unison, if all the skeptics continued to work towards their own answers. Denying that, disproving this. The simple conclusion, the singular occurrence of humanity would remain.
There is a colorblind boy who does not yet know he is colorblind. His world is our world, and this difference is not yet part of the cultural consciousness that will emerge from his life.
There is no philosophy to contain humanity. No government, no utopia, no bright and shiny future to look forward to. The universe is slowly ending. Humanity works towards its own end much quicker. The hope that remains begins with children who see the world, their world and universe, as a playground of right and wrong and possibility, not plausibility and deniability. The dream of humanity, the ideal of humanity is very much alive in minds such as these.
betterment
Things are radically different in no real discernible way. Quantum physics are to blame. Particles that interact with other particles are forever entwined across time and space. Destroy an atom and time travel is possible. Collide an atom, shatter it, and it is not lost. It will reconstitute in another time and place. Conservation of mass, conservation of the universe, the big and the small forever in orbit, the unknown tug of gravity, the one force that we have yet to fathom, that does not seem to exist except for the effect it has on everything. It is not light, it is not energy, it is not matter, it is perhaps everything and nothing. Maybe it comes from the very center of the universe. Pulling forevermore. What pulls us. What makes us. What is responsible for all this being. The cold hard truth is that we will never know. Even the faithful cannot deny the overwhelming reality. It creeps in like cracks in china. Intact but questions permeate. What they probe is both their faith and their conscience. When they ask questions to God, and they get their answers. Are they any wiser? Are the scientists, the mystics, the lunatics and artists? If all the faithful screamed out in unison, if all the skeptics continued to work towards their own answers. Denying that, disproving this. The simple conclusion, the singular occurrence of humanity would remain.
There is a colorblind boy who does not yet know he is colorblind. His world is our world, and this difference is not yet part of the cultural consciousness that will emerge from his life.
There is no philosophy to contain humanity. No government, no utopia, no bright and shiny future to look forward to. The universe is slowly ending. Humanity works towards its own end much quicker. The hope that remains begins with children who see the world, their world and universe, as a playground of right and wrong and possibility, not plausibility and deniability. The dream of humanity, the ideal of humanity is very much alive in minds such as these.
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