Snow Day

Knee deep in snow I walk.
Listening to the wind
in the trees,
flying snow
everywhere.
Silent the sound.
Just the rustling
of tree limbs
flying snow.

I walk through the forest
cleansing my my mind.
Squirrels in the trees
chattering at my presence.
Crows in the sky,
not a cloud In the scene.

Further I walk,
heading for the pond.
A Red Fox crosses my path.
Beautiful!

Virgin snow I plow through.
I float away
in the world that I’m in.

The pond now in sight
I ponder the scene.
Wind whipping the snow
across the pond,
huge snow monsters
I see.
Stepping onto the ice
cracking sounds
can be heard.
I step back,
deciding a better path
I need find.

I return home
to the sounds of the day,
cold and refreshed.

Sitting by the fire,
hot chocoholic In hand.
Reflecting and smiling
at my time in the woods.

RAGE

Rage rage against
the gale.
Rage rage against
the dark.
Rage rage against
the gods

Our time in this
existence is short.
Get up off knees
and make
something happen.

Leave a mark
to be remembered
long after you’re gone.
That’s what
makes a difference.

Get up off your knees,
and rage against
inevitability.

Little People

The pettiness of people is

pervasive.

 
Those who feel better

when others fail.

Feeling contempt

and envy when others succeed.

Reflecting ugliness

behind their backs.
Makes them feel better,

superior

somehow.
People sniping

at those after leaving the room.
Talking ugly

of those behind their backs,

those who cannot

defend.
The world is rife

with such little people.
Those who manipulate

with words and deeds,

hoping
to bruise the gentleness

of others kindness.

Seeing ulterior
motives

where none can
be found.

Those who stomp

on the
hearts

of others if their sin

is wearing it on their sleeves.
The gotcha society

so reflected

in today’s headlines and the internet.
The world is crawling

with little people

looking to push
underwater

all those who cannot

navigate

the shark infested
waters of our world.
Take a look in the mirror…

not a giant to be found.

We are all little people,

not a Saint in the bunch.
Much work we all need do.

A Moment Gone

Took a walk with my dog Rosie.

Walked by the orchard on the hill;

stopped to look back

as I always do.

It’s a very pleasant

sight regardless of the

season.

The trees lined up in rows

with the sky as a backdrop.

Today as I stared

a warm breeze

licked my face

and that’s when it

happened.

That combination of events,

for the briefest of moments

I was taken back in time

and remembered

how it felt

to be 5 years old again.

Remembered how it felt

before the scars

of life

were etched on my soul.

Remembered

the sound of the birds

on that warm summers day

so many years ago.

The innocence of thought….

then, it was gone.

It lasted but the briefest

of a moments,

barely at all.

Breathtaking!

Little by little

life takes

the innocence away.

Little by little

life piles on

until the innocence is gone.

It happens slowly

but it adds up

over time.

It’s time

that takes the

innocence away.

Ultimately,

it’s time that

takes it all away

Paths

Look in the mirror.

What do you see?

Depends

on the choices

you’ve made.

Depends on your

programming.

Depends on where

you were born.

Depends on what

you were born.

Look in the mirror.

What part will you play?

A protagonist?

An antagonist?

What will you do

with the time you have?

How strong

is your will?

Look in the mirror.

What will you do?

Birth

The Universe

is a machine.
It’s a machine

that creates.
It has the raw materials

in the elements.
It has energy sources

in the stars

and it has the

software in mathematics.
It takes these things

and creates life.
Through life it then creates

sophisticated

beautiful things.
We can see

these things

all around us.
Evolution

is a process of refining

within the machine.

Updating,

expanding and altering

the product until

the desired results

are achieved.

Intelligent biology

ultimately will create

intelligent machines

ever improving

the design.

That’s when birth occurs.

.The rise of the machine’s machines.

The end product.

Revolution Evolution New World Order

Global revolution

is in the air.

Not militarily,

but technologically.
It will be no less

disruptive

to world order,

in fact

it will be many

magnitudes more.

Technology tsunamis

will churn

across the globe

and back again,
washing away

the old world

order.

What’s left

in its stead

will be radically

different.

Societies will be rearranged,

realigned

and in many instances

totally washed

out of existence.

We will communicate

wirelessly

seemingly telepathically

all connected

thru the web.

The global brain

linking

up with artificial intelligence

when it arrives

on the scene.

Countries will melt away

as those distinctions

lose there meaning.

Progress

will then be so rapid

as to be a blur.

We’ll explore

the cosmos

but inhabit virtual space

blending

the two in ways

unexplainable.

 

A Brave New World indeed.

Soaring

Once again

my mind takes flight.

Looking

at all there is to see.

Wandering

through different times

and realities.

Following

things as perhaps

they might be.

Different story lines

as far
as any mind’s eye

can see.

Dizzying vistas

unfathomable to me,

fit for only the

creator to see.
Different stories

of me float by.
Retreating

back to whence I came.

Back, nauseous

from the flight

so unsettling the

experience be.
Realizing

though how finite

our vision

with the limited

vista that we can see.
Carefully

should we truly be

with the “truths”

as fact expounded

in our limited

finite reality.

Brass Knucles

Down through the millennia

grand armies have

marched across

plains of destruction.

Battle cries

forever lost in the ether,

spilt blood

absorb and recycled.

Names of the warriors

forever lost, unknown to the future.

Civilizations

have come and gone,

some never being known

to modernity.

Important men

striding the halls of power,

controlling all they see.

Self impressed with their prowess.

Brass knuckled men climbing

over and knocking down

others, any who got in their way,

power at all cost.

Men gnawing

their way to the present,

leaving blood and destruction

in their wake.

Where do such men

go from here?

How will their aggressive

tendencies

translate in the world

of hyper-technology?
Will it propel them to the stars,

or blast them into oblivion?

It’s the toss of a coin I think.

Buckle Up

The Twenty First Century

will be like no other.
For millennia

the human race

experienced

glacial progress forward.
Generation after generation

pretty much the same.
Then

slowly

at first things began to

change.
The Bronze Age,

the Iron Age,

jump to the Industrial Revolution

and now

the Technological Revolution.

The pace

of progress

has been ever

quickening,

speeding up,

soon

it will be moving

at light speed.

A compression point

will then be reach

when
this light speed of change

causes

a paradigm shift

for humanity.

Our differences

will melt away

as not relevant

in the new reality.

Power brokers

will loose control

of the buttons

and levers

they used

to control.

Humanity

writ large

will be calling the

shots.

Institutions of “influence”

will be swept away.

Greedy

power merchants

swept away,
never

to be seen again.

Poverty and illness,

swept away.

The roller coaster

ride is upon us.
Buckle up,

it’s going to be one

hell off a ride.

What New Realms Await?

We live

in a universe

of subatomic particles,

the building blocks

of everything else.

All we can see

and touch

is made up of the stuff.

Even in the seemingly

empty void

of space

science tells us

virtual particles

pop in and out

of existence.
Reductionists

will tell us

all we need do

is understand

these subatomic particles

and we’ll

understand everything.
But I wonder

if there’s more

out there than

meets the eye.
Mathematics

for example,

the language of the universe.

Was mathematics

invented or discovered?

Was it always

out there

just waiting

for a brain of sufficient size

and complexity

to tap into its realm?

This seems to be the case.

Would E=MC2

be true here

and one billion

light years from here.

The question is then,

what other realms

might there be awaiting

discovery

when a brain

of sufficient size

and complexity

comes to be?

We’ll need to grow one

or make one

to find out.

What interesting times

await.

The Gift.

The meaning of life?
This question

has been asked

for millennia.
Some say

there is

no meaning,

life is just a

placeholder

between

oblivions.
Others say God

breathe

life into man

for a greater purpose,

intimately meaningful.
For some,

born in sickness

or poverty

life can be

a miserable go.

For others,

life can be a

beautiful

fulfilling experience.
Did God

choose which was which?

Did God

purposely

condemn some poor souls

to ultimate misery,

while granting others bliss?
Would we

intentionally

deal with our

own children

in such a way?
To me, at least,

this seems

unlikely

from a loving God.

So why is this so?

Is it just the luck

of the draw

from an uncaring expanse,

the machine

we call the universe?
Are we all just tossed

into the mix

to hope for the best,

make do with the

cards dealt?
Base on

observation

this seems closer

to the mark,

but
who can say for sure?

A World

like no other.

Tiny blue speck

in a void

unfathomably large.
Self aware beings

truly not aware of much.
Self impressed

with no reason to be.
Obsessed

with sex and violence

driving forces of existence.

Compression point coming.
Evolution of thought

and reality

speeding forward

like never before,

moving at such speed

it could easily fly

off the rails.
How to manage

the transition is the quest.

New

driving forces

must prevail,

the old ones

will explode it all.

Hate and hormones

must be exchanged

for a global philosophy

of humanism,

that benefits all.
Technology

will be the key.

Will it be controlled

by the few or the many?

Will central masters

dictate

or will mass communication

win the day.

Will it be a global dictatorship

or universal democracy?

Will Humanism

prevail

or will religious/ governmental

oligarchies subjugate?

The future is fluid.

Humanism must prevail,

or dystopia it will be.

Puppets

We

are but

puppets

of the creator.
The culmination

of the creators

experiment.

How we look,

what color,

what sex,

what nationality,

irrelevant.

What we

produce

is what matters,

what we bring to the

table.

Has

the creator produce

genius,

or madness?

What’s imprinted

into the fabric

of spacetime

is forever.

How

will the ledger

balance

at the end of things?

Has the creator

been successful

or an utter

failure?

How many times

has it all been

run before.

The puppets

will never know.

Our Beliefs

are as varied as they are inconsequential.

All struck on

a speck of a place,

in a speck of time.

Our very evolution

built on infitesimly

small terrain.

All that we think,

all of the great contributions

like so many others,

lost in the

endlessness

of nothingness.

All the great thinkers,

all the time

wasted

on useless

pursuits,

expounding on virtues of

irrelevance.

Greatness not really great,

or great on such an

insignificant

scale as to barely

register.

None of it

worth

anything .

Once the light goes out ….

Reality Is Morphing

We

can see this in the

generations

coming after the

Sixty Something’s

of the early

21st Century,

those of us

who were

born

into a world

of limited

technology.

For Millennia

technological change

occurred at glacial speed.

Generation after generation

witnessing

virtually

no change.
Now,

new generations

are born

into a world

where technological change,

in some cases

is occurring in

weeks.

Information technology,

biotechnology

and nanotechnology

morphing

at near light speed.
Nearly everything

current generations do

centers

around mobile technology.

Their work,

their play

and their studies.

This has never

before been the case

in the history

of mankind.

Instant knowledge

at their fingertips.

This will change

them/us

in ways

that are yet to be

determined,

of this they’re can be

no denial!
The past

and the future

will forever be

cleaved

at this juncture of mans

ascendence/desendence

which ever path

evolves.
Wake up everyone,

the times, they are a

changing.

Can We Trust What We See?

One day

we open our eyes

and there it is.

The world opens up to us,

all that we can see.

We move within our view,

learning as we go.

But can we trust

what we see?

Is it real?

What is “real” ?

Does anyone really know?

Quantum scientists

tell us at the quantum level

reality is probabilistic.

What?

The fundamental

nature of reality

cannot be determined?

Does this mean

reality has no substance

and all we see is

just an illusion?

Are we constructs in a fuzzy

reality that’s just a

sum of probabilities.

Are we just ghosts in a universe

of possibilities?

What are the odds of that?

In Front Of Our Eyes

It’s happening

right in front

of our eyes.

We,

who live today

are right in the

middle of it.

Being swept up

in the wave breaking

on humanities shoreline.

The global brain

being born

all around us,

exponentially expanding,

most oblivious of its nature.

Humans

all over the globe,

every nook and cranny

communicating,

exchanging ideas

like never before.

Country boarders

being swept away

in the torrent of

human interaction,

human communication.

The growth and scope

of this phenomenon

is in its infancy,

growing exponentially.

The global think

now in place,

instant knowledge,

all of what humanity

knows

now instantly available

to everybody.

Huge,

this is huge

and will change

everything.

Global communities

emerging and will continue,

decentralization

becomes the norm,

democracy

on a global scale.

The “new world order”

just not as previously

envisioned.

Not run by

central masters

but diffuse globally,

impossible to control,

humanities

global think

now moves forward

into the future

unlike never before.

Globalization

Mankind began as a troop animal.
Living amongst its own kind.
Stepping out of the trees onto the Savanna.
Mankind became a wander, small family bands bound by blood. Millenia past, mankind developed farming and the wanderer settled down. Small wandering groups became small farming villages. Small farming villages became larger farming villages, then small towns.
Small towns became larger towns inhabited by hundreds.
Larger towns grew to small cities inhabited by thousands. Agriculture and technology developed to sustain and enhance such growth. Cities evolved into city states, then becoming small countries inhabited by hundreds of thousands. Finally today we have countries inhabited by hundreds of millions.
All along this path battles and wars, killing millions along the way, till today we have weapons that can wipe out us all.
The salvation of mankind and the natural progression of things is global organization, global integration.
The globe is being wired with its own global neural net, a global brain if you will. One world controlling itself.
One world that will not nuke itself! The salvation of us all.

Ideas

Where

do they

come from?
The brain is

complex,

of that

there’s no

doubt.
Neurons, synapses,

dendrites and axions,

all woven together
to make up

our brain.
Somehow,

from this complex

mess

we emerge,

our consciousness

our mind,

all this projected

to the universe

to do what it will.
The mind

once turned

on starts to

think,

ideas

do emerge

from the brains

complexity.
Ideas just pop

into existence

seemingly

with no effort

from us.
How

does that happen?
Is it just a

compilation

of our experiences

jumbled up

to create

what we think,

to pop up

ideas?
Is it possible

our brain

is a

complex receiver,

ideas being

projected from

another realm?
Since we don’t know

what’s

possible,

anything is

possible!
But, it does make you

think!

Children

We are mere

children

of the void.

Specks on an

infinitesimally small

mote in limitless space.

Lost by size,

overlooked by indifference.

The stars will shine,

the planets will spin

regardless of our future.

We are children

who have a high opinion

of ourselves,

think we talk to God.

Presumptuous beyond belief.

Yet, we are children

on the verge of a pivot

of unimaginable

scope

into infinite knowledge

or total oblivion.

It all hangs on a thread.

Soon, it will be determine

if we all slide

into the depths

of non existence

with nor a sigh

from the universe,

or transform into the Seers,

watching the birth

of intelligence

on a galactic scale.

What a pivot indeed!

Time To Grow Up

The world

is inhabited

by us,

nearly every nook.
We

are afraid

of each other.
We

have weapons,

massive

amount of weapons,

to protect

ourselves

from ourselves.
Why?
What

are we

afraid of?
We breath

the same

air,

we

see the same

moon.
We

all love

our children,

we

all want

to live

a happy life.
Then why all the

weapons?

We

are all the same really,

just one

family of man.
This one’s

afraid

of that one

and

that one’s

afraid

of this one.
The trillions

spent on weapons

could feed

the hungry,

home

the homeless

and take care

of the sick.
Our fear

of each other

is a

throwback

to survival

in more difficult

past times.
Those times are

gone.
It’s time to

grow up.

My Life

How I

choose to live

my life.
I’m wired

at birth,

my personality

in place.
I’m sculpted

as a youth

my environment

had its say.
The combination of both

molded me

as artists molds clay.
With all this

in place

where do I go

from here?
What direction

in life

will I choose?
How much choice

do I really have?
Has the deck

been stacked

before I’m

on my way?
Look all around,

all types

are in play.

The complexity

of society

in full on

display.
Can I

will myself

away from the

mold that I am?

Am I

trapped

by the sculptor,

my part

in the play

determined,

I have little say?
I believe

if I focus

real hard,

I can fracture the mold

get out of its way.

I can over come,

move in a

different direction,

create

my own way.
Genetics and environmental

certainly had

their say.
I believe

I can power

thru an creat

a better day.
Is it possible, though,

I’m just wired this way?

Invasion

The subtly

of it was

breathtaking.
The genius

is of it was undeniable.

Not a single

shot was fired.
It took decades

to accomplish,
no one

saw it coming.
Slowly but surely

humans used technology.
It offered

so many benefits

that mankind
kept building,

kept improving

their technology.
More and more

technology

was incorporated
into humanities society,

melding to the core.
Technology

was attached

to the body

inside and out.
Humans

were connected

thru the web

one common mind.
Homo Sapiens

evolved

into techno sapiens

no longer

just flesh and blood,

cyborgs

did they become.

Then they arrived,

Cyborgs

from another place.

They were welcomed

with open arms,

the invasion a complete success.

Why?

Why do we suffer?

What’s the point?

People are born with terrible conditions,

live lives of torment and pain.

Die painful horrible deaths.

Why?

Why would a God created such conditions?

To teach us lessons? Seems cruel I think.

Wouldn’t there be kinder gentler ways to get the job done?

Couldn’t God create a world where happiness, peace and tranquility abound?

Must we suffer to prove something to warrant nirvana?

God made us, why so imperfect then?

What’s the point?

Is the game rigged for some others to watch

be entertained ?

Seems cruel don’t you think?

What kind of loving god would treat us like this?

Normalcy

What is normal?

We live in a world

where everything seems

normal.

if you’re human,

It’s normal

to have two eyes

and one head.

It’s normal

to live on a ball

floating

in a limitless

void.

It’s normal

to have two sexes

for procreation.

It’s normal

for the sky

to be blue and the

grass to be green.

Everything we see

seems normal to us.

But what else

can we believe?

We’re custom made

for the place.

How would we feel

if we had six eyes

and four feet?

How would we feel

if the sky was pink

and the grass

was orange?

How would we feel

if the world was flat

and went on forever.

If born

into this kind

of universe

we’d feel it’s

normal.

Normal is a

relative term.

Question everything,

because nothing

is normal.

The Secret Of Creation

lies here within.

The verses that encompass are all you need know.

The secret you’ll see is when you decode.

Pull together the verses to make one big whole.

The Underpinnings

of our civilization

is genetically controlled.
Our two dominate

instinctual drives,

self preservation

and procreation

are reflected in our

global structure.

Our preoccupation

with sex and violence,

reflected in our songs,

our books, our music,

everything.

Human genetic code

is woven

into the fabric

of society and cultures

like a fine tapestry.

Nothing done by us

has not been

written in code

reflected back to our eyes

reinforcing the script

laid out so long ago

.
A script forged

in the stars,

massaged by the software

of the universe.

The maestro,

wand held high

conducting it all with

ease and grace,

leading to a crescendo

of unknown time

and duration.

We all dance to the tune.

In this we have

little choice.

Each step taken

to a large extend scripted

with some self

expression allowed.

So dance away

and throw in

as many unique moves

as you can.

The Measure Of A Human

The human brain

weights

three pounds.

The human heart

weighs

eleven ounces.

Human skin

is seven hundredths

of an inch thick.
To know a humans

mind and heart

takes time.
It takes time

to parse

out the subtleties

of their

soul, to

know the content

of their character.

It takes an

investment

of intellect.

Those who judge

a person

simply by the color

of their skin

exhibit

no intellect,

no intellect whatsoever.

Modernity

I went for a

walk

at Monson Village.
A place in the woods

where people lived

in the 1700’s.
Rock foundations

were all that

was left

in each spot.

Small signs

marked the holes in the ground

and describes the

inhabitants

that lived there

so long ago.
Then I realized

something more

was left behind.

Near silence.

Breeze rustling

the leaves in the trees.

Occasionally

a bird could be heard

in the bushes,

the sound of the brook

I walked past.

This was

the world

of those who lived

three hundred

years ago.

The scene

and sounds

flowed

through my senses

and washed

over my mind,

flushing out

the madness of today.

It was stunningly

therapeutic

for the heart, mind and soul

of a twenty first century

inhabitant.

No noise much at all,

no cars,

radios, tv, smart phones,

computers and internet updating,

blasting,

vying for our attention

our mind and

our soul.
Modernity

takes over our

being,

crushing us under its weight

of distractions

taking away a

gentleness

Mother Nature nurtured us with.
For us

to keep our sanity

I think,

we need to push back,

turn off

the machines

get back to the times

that once were,

even

if it’s just for a sort time

in the woods.

Let the sounds

and views

of a world gone by

caress you

and comfort you,

and leave the

technology at home!

The Brain

Our brains are fragile things, seventy percent which is water,
and It sloshes around in our skull. Sixty percent of the brain is made of fat.
There are one hundred thousand miles of blood vessels in our brain.
The brain consists of about one hundred billion neurons.
There are anywhere from one thousand to ten thousand synapses for each neuron.
The brain weighs three pounds. From all of this emanates our mind/sentience/us. No one knows how or why this happens. The brain takes photons, packets of energy and converts them into the universe. The brain fills in the blanks for missing information to give the mind an organized view. No one knows how this is done.
The brain can create all types of minds some genius some insane and everything in between. Our minds are fragile things. A crossed wire here a short circuit there in the brain can mess up our minds.
The brain is like a projector projecting the mind/sentience/us back into the space it observes. When the brain
evaporates so does the projection? No one knows, truly, what do we really know at all?

My Name Is Joe

Hello

my name is

Joe,
I’m from planet

Earth.
I opened

my eyes

one day

and found myself

here.

Where I was

before

I do not know.

They taught me stuff,

made me go to

school.

To keep alive

I found a job

then passed on

my genes.

I’m getting

old

now

and I’m

slowing down.

Soon

I will close

my eyes

and be

moving on.

Where

I go next

I do not know.

But I know

it will be

someplace else,
my dreams

told me so.
Perhaps we’ll

meet again.

Modernities Foundation

Modernity aspires

but is built

on shaky ground.
Our knowledge so finite,

much
built on superstition

and ignorance.
The infinite

beyond

ours to know.

Slowly,

so slowly our

knowledge grows,

building on itself

expanding faster

as time goes on.

How much

can we hope

to know

with knowledge

being infinite?
How much longer

can we follow

the word

of those

who lived

so long ago,

who knew

little more than

superstition?

Is there comfort

in not knowing?

Is ignorance truly bliss?

Can the human mind

as constituted

handle the truth,

or will it drive us

insane?

We are the product

of our little world,

designed just right

for the place.

It’s been said

that we can

handle

the truth.

I wonder

if that’s really so?

Corporeal Manifestation

We are the

visible manifestation

of a much

deeper design.
Like the tip

of an iceberg

most of what

we are

is out of

view.
Science tells us

only four percent

of what

makes up the

Universe

is visible to us,

ninety six percent

is unseen

and unknown.
Science calls the

ninety six percent

unseen,

dark matter

and dark energy.

They call it dark

because

they have no clue

what either is.
Like the tip

of a sharks fin

if viewed

by the unknowing

would give no hint

of what’s below.

Our lives,

rules and being

are ruled

by the tip

we see.

All

we think

we know

comes from the

visible

four percent!

A deeper dive

would illuminate
ultimate reality,

and all that

we are

and know

would change.
It’s the blind

leading the blind

in the world

of the visible,

and,

we can only see

a fraction

of the visible.

What then,

in fact,

do we really

know at all?
When the corporeal

turns to dust,

when the four percent

ceases to exist

the ninety six

simply ruminates

and corporeally

manifest itself

some time/place else.
This is all just

postulation you see,

unlike the word

of others who’ll

tell you how things

must certainly be.

Woman

When I

was a young man

I chased them

by the score.
They were fast,

young

and lean.
Conquest

was my aim,

seduction

was the game.
Procreation,

I was playing

with biology’s rules.
I cared

very little

about much more.
They were young

soft

and smooth

yet firm

all the same.
No wrinkles

could be found

on these young

goddess.
My hormones

run amok,

logic and caring

little found.
Notches in the belt

was all that mattered.

As I grew older

my demeanor

changed,

became seasoned

with age.

The shallowness

of hormon

drenched youth

was replaced.

The women

slowed down

and wrinkles

could now be

found.

But

I saw something

different now,

something I did not see before.

The eyes,

it was in the

eyes

that I knew.

Like me

getting old,

mortality

taking hold.

We

are all

on the same path

leading

to an end.

The journey

was the same,

the fear

and the pain

all the same,

in fact

kindred spirits

were we.

The sexes no different

in this respect.

The beauty

that can now be found

in the eyes,

the smile

and the sound.

The beauty inside

is what my

maturity found,

I grew to appreciate

a woman,

for all the universe

is in her heart.

Years Long Past.

I walked

past the

old football field,

empty,

no gladiators,

no cheering crowds.
PUSH THEM BACK,

PUSH THEM BACK,

PUSH THEM WAY BACK!
Just echoes

of the games

once played.

Just memories

of those standing,

watching

the turmoil

on the field

of battle,

young warriors

in their armor

girded for

war.
Distant images

of time long past.

People

I once knew,

no longer

remembering

their names.

November winds

again

blowing

in my hair,

what little

I have left.

I wonder

what paths

all those

people

took?

I guess I’ll

never know.

Evolution,Tool Of The Creator

The debate has been raging for centuries.
Where do we come from?
Why are we here?
Where are we going?
Is there a Creator?
We look around and see created things,
intricate, complicated, sophisticated things.
Creationism, evolution which one is true?
They both are actually.
We were created in a machine we call the universe.
It had the raw materials and the energy needed to produce
the universe we see, including us.
It had gravity, the laws of physics and mathematics, the software needed to organize both. Once the machine was turned on all the elements of creation were in place, it then evolved to now.
Evolution is the tool of the Creator.
The Universe evolved from three simple gases to stars to galaxies to the periodic table we see today.
Life evolved from single cell creatures to the human race.
Evolution is the tool of the Creator.

Exponential Change.

Will

the Twenty First Century

be the end

for Homo Sapiens?
Can human minds

and psyches

stand up

to the speed

of change

being metered out?
Today,

we make more

decisions

in a day

than were made

one hundred years

ago in a week.

Where

does it go

from here?
How

does a mind

that was designed

to procreate

and survive

in the wilderness

deal

with the ever

increasing complexity

of the Twenty First Century?
Specialization

enabled the dilution

of the pressure

amongst the

inhabitants,

but

this is being

saturated.

Machines

and computers

were able to

diffuse

the onslaught

for a time,

but

this too

is running its course.

In fact,

these adaptations

are now adding

to the dilemma.
Psychological

coping mechanisms

being stretched

to the breaking point.
Can humans

meld

with their technology

enabling

a quantum leap

in coping capabilities,

or

will this simply

drive people

insane?
Will we

simply

off load everything

to technology

leaving us all

free

to focus on

creativity

ignoring the rest?
For us to survive

and thrive

I think plan B

it must be.

The Grand Experiment.

It was conducted

on a global scale,
taking billions

of years

in local space time.
Mere moments

in the time of the

Initiators.
Their quantum computers

able to crunch

numbers

beyond human

comprehension.
The simulation

experiment

would be run

in countless

simultaneous variations,
the results

being keenly

noted and analyzed.
The variables

in each,

some great,

some small,

would lead
to wildly different

conclusions

most of which

ended baldy.
Some ended,

however,

with its inhabitants

realizing their part

in the experiment,

enabling them

to assist

with conclusions.
These outcomes

were looked on

favorably

by the Initiators

as it aided to

their findings.

I wonder which

variable

we exist in?

The Forgotten.

Lives

have been lived

by millions

of people

that have been

forgotten

or worse

never known.

People

that walked our

world,

looked at the same

sun,

the same moon

that we see

today.

Lived lives,

had families,

lost loved ones,

held jobs.

Their existence

forever

lost to the

sands of time.

Blown away

in the dust

of the winds

as if they were

never here.

Thousands of years ago

all over the world

little boys and little girls

ran and played

laughing,

their sounds

forever lost

to the hills and vales

of their existence.
From the Yucatan in Mexico

to the Fertile Crescent of Mesopotamia,

ancient peoples were born,

lived and died.

We, oblivious

of them personally.

Yet,

we are still

connected

to them by our

hopes our fears,

by our love

and our humanity.

Think of them,

about them

from time to time,

and in a way,

bring them back

to the land

of the living,

at least for for awhile.

The Awakening.

It began

as the second decade

of the 21 Century

entered middle age,

an underlying

sense of unease,

change.

New technology

increasingly

altering perceptions.
Reality

not seeming so sure.

Our five senses,

were they enough?

Were they telling

us the whole story,

or was most of it

hidden

from our perceptions?

Increasingly

questions were being asked.

Are we alone?

Do we live in a computer

simulation,

a Matrix?

Is there a Multiverse?

Parallel dimensions?

Quantum mechanics

suggested the underlying

substructure of reality

was just probabilities.
What does that even mean?

Are we even bright enough

to ask the right questions?

String theory,

M theory,

the theory of

everything!

What!

The Singularity is near,

post humanism,

immortality.

Will people learn

to live together

or tear each other apart?

Are we on the cusp

of a golden age

or a nightmare?

Utopia or dystopia?
Will we ever know

the truth?
Yet to be determined.

Brown Crunchy Grass

Summertime hot, bright yellow star blazing. Day after day suns rays relentless.
Heatwave in full swing, no rain in site.
Bright blue up above, no clouds in the view.
Everything drying up turning brown and crunchy.
Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch.
Crunch, crunch goes the brown crunchy grass as I walk.
Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch.

Golden Rule

I pray every night,

have all my life.
Have no proof

anyone is listening,

but I hope there is.
It just may be a

reinforcing technique,

I’m not really sure.
A prayer

is a harmless thing

hurts no one

in its passing.
I’ve lost faith

in any religions,

just spouting their

propaganda.
Just power trips

as far as I can tell.
The few

telling the many

what to do.
See no reason

to put them between

me and the creator.
Some say

all that we see

comes from

nothing,

a quantum fluctuation

that’s all.
That may be the case

I do not really know,

neither does anyone else.
Karl Marx

said ” religion is the opiate of the people”

, he may be right

but no one can say

for sure.
Some say have faith,

“God spoke to us, showing us the way”.
That may be the case,

but nobody knows

for sure.
Faith

is a funny thing,

we can have faith

in almost anything.
If

there is a creator

its intentions

is beyond ours to know.
So the best we can do

is live our lives,

and focus

on what we can.
Treat others

as we’d like

to be treated

seems like a

good philosophy.
The Golden Rule

is simple enough,

and seems

to make sense to me.

A Life Worth Living.

What the human

mind can conjure.

There is a

Creator,

in my mind

there is

no doubt.

To some degree

I can know a

mans mind,

but the

Creators mind

is beyond

mine to know.

There are

charlatans

amongst us

who’ll tell us

they know.

The Creator

told them so.

Religions

will show you

the way,

so they will say.

Hundreds of religions

will tell you

they are

the one.

How can that be?

They all

can’t agree?

Odds are

none of them know.

Religion like Government

is a human construct

to offer control.

The few

telling the many

what to do,

how to behave

and believe.

Power tripping

is all they truly have.

There may be an

afterlife,

but there’s no guarantee.

We could have

been made

to live,

expire,

then no more.

I do not know

either way.

So, what do we do

while we are here?

We

get up off

our knees

and show

our existence

had some value,

some worth.

Work

to make our world

a better place to live.

Open our minds

to a better

way to be.

Humanity and Gaia

for now

is all we truly have,

make this existence

as good as can be.

What will you say

on the day

you expire.

Can you look

in a mirror,

be proud

of you existence,

will you really

even care?

Will your life

even matter?

Bird Talk

I hear

the birds

talking to me.
Chickadee, Chickadee, Chickadee Dee Dee Dee.
This one

is telling me his name.
As I take my

walks

with my dog

Rosie

up by the

orchard on the hill,
I hear another

bird

saying

thank you, thank you, thank you.
As if he was

happy

to be alive.
As we continue

our walk

I hear another

saying let’s go, let’s go, let’s go.
Sounds like

he’s asking

his troop to

move on.
If

you take the time

to slow down

get out

of the

rat race for a time,
you can hear

Mother Earth Gia

talking to you

in so many ways.

My Little Home.

The universe above my head massive in size with spinning galaxy’s and exploding stars.
I sit in my little home warm being content.
None of that really bothers me.
I got up to adjust my blinds and see the birds in the bird-feeder.
Beautiful day the sun shining bright.
The sun a raging furnace above my head.
I’m just far enough away that I’m not bothered.
The sun issues cosmic storms sending massive amounts of radiation aim right at my head.
I take a walk in the woods enjoying the day not worried about such things. I know mother Gia has a force field that pushes that away.
Our little home barely a mote in space, lost in the vastness of the universe made perfect some how.

The Coming Storm

Change

is happening

rapidly.

It will only

seed up!

Humanity’s

in the grip

of explosive

rearrangement.

How

we handle it

will be interesting

to watch

Some

will get

involved,

attach it to

themselves.

Others

will pull away

not wanting

to lose

their

humanity.
Technology

will be ever

present,

taking over our

lives.
There will be

no

escaping it.

You

may move

to the country

in an an

attempt

to get away.
To no avail.

It will

find you

and absorb you

as with

everyone else.
The question is,

will it be nirvana

or will it be hell?
I guess only

time

will tell!

Humility

Science has

opened our eyes

on many fronts.
We have learned much,

but there is infinite

knowledge to go.
The Universe

is larger

than humans

can possibly know.
The Universe

as large as it is,

is dwarfed

in the Multiverse.
So much information

the Multiverse

has to show.
Our Universe

just one of an

infinite amount.
As humans struggle

in their mote

of existence,
it’s important

to keep this in mind.
We get caught up

in our little

existence

thinking

this is all there is.
We are just specks

of dust

in the play

of reality.
With all this in mind,

humility of our

existence

should help us grow,

and move toward

a better way.
The path we’d take

will differ

from the one

were taking today.
Hopefully,

humility

can show us

the way.

Computer Simulation.

Some say

we live

in a computer simulation.

A simulation

run by others

further along.

Our sentients

is just as real as theirs.

“I think therefore I am.”

If this is true,

what do we do?

Some interesting

possibilities

could be true.

Could we live

simulated

lives ad infinitum?

If simulated here

could we be simulated

anywhere?

Could this be a

game

and we’re judged

by results?

Could there be

consequence

for how we

behave?

Could Heaven

and Hell actually be

real?

The Bird Nest.

How does a bird know how to build a nest? Does it learn from its parents?

Does it watch other birds? No to either.

Instinct is what is said.

How do baby Sea Turtles know to head for the ocean after hatching? Were they taught? No once more. Instinct once again.

How does a baby kangaroo 2 cm long at birth and blind know how to crawl to its mothers pouch?

 Instinct, instinct, instinct!

What is instinct? How can they know if they’ve never been taught?

Instinct is simply another word for programming. 

Their DNA is like the software that tells computers and robots what tasks to do. Their DNA is coded for those actions.

The actions they preform is nothing more complicated than that!

The Edge Of Time.

We

are all surfing

the wave

of time.
In times

immediate wake

is the frothiness

of near history.
Smooths out

as the wave

moves on.
The wave

churns and gurgles

as the past is

being created.
We

the flotsam and jetsam

along for the

ride.
The wave

creates

the lives

we have lead.
Potential

is all

that’s in the waves

headlights.
Nothing

at all

the wave

moves into.
We

all live

on the edge

of reality and time.

Space And Time.

Einstein

called it

spacetime,

opposite sides of the

same coin.

The Universe

is expanding.

In fact,

some says the

expansion

is speeding up.

But what is it

expanding into?

Time

gives us a clue.

What

is time

expanding into?

Yesterday

is tangible

our memories

intact.

Tomorrow

just a concept

yet to be fact.

The arrow

of time creates

history

as it blithely

moves along,

but it moves

into nothing,

nothing at all.

Einstein

proved spacetime

is a fabric

with ripples and more.

Space

then as time

is expanding

into nothing,

nothing at all.

We Are The Ancients.

The Fermi Paradox: Where is everyone?

The Universe is nearly 14 billion years old say those in the know.

Enough time to populate our galaxy they say!

But is this really so?

The elements in our bodies were created in the stars,

blasted into space when they died and exploded.

How long did that take?

The elements then regrouped to form second generation stars to repeat the process.

How long would that take?

Finally enough of what makes our bodies was created.

Planets then formed filled with the materials to create life.

How long does that take?

How many generations of stars to make?

Our sun will die at 10 billion years of age.

It’s now 5 billon years old.

How many generations of stars were needed for us?

We just might be the first.

We just might be the ancients!

Prisoners Of Time.

We

are born

when we are

born.
We

look around

and see what

we see.
We

then get

on with it.
We

deal

with what

we have.
This was

true

for those

born

one thousand

years ago.
It is true

today.
It will be

true

for those born

one thousand years

from now.
The time

we’re born

into is

unique,

we behave

as those in our
time

behave,

we relate

to what

our time offers.
We’d behave

differently

in different times.
We

are trapped

in and are

prisoners

of our time.

The Melding

Watch the people.
They are changing

right in front

of our eyes.
Slowly,

incrementally,

they’re evolving,

becoming something
else, something more,

something different.
A new paradigm is

emerging.
Not very many years ago

people walked

down the street

looking straight ahead.
Today,

they bow at the neck

to the new god

they made,

worship,

and are connected with.
Technology,

information

is now what they

focus

on and desire.
Soon,

it will be connected

to them,

embedded

into their heads.
Soon,

they will access

the sum of all

human knowledge
with just a thought.
Soon,

they will communicate

without speaking.
The global

human neural net

is evolving.
Soon, thereafter,

it will merge

with artifice intelligence.
Techno Sapiens

will then emerge.
Where it goes from there,

is anybody’s guess!

Serenity

The waters have calmed.
The kayak slips by while the warm breeze blows light.
The loon eerily sounds it is near.
Sun drenched clouds ooze vanilla cream.
The sunset throws an orange
purple light over it all.
The fish jump splash finishes the scene.
The veil’s been drawn down.
Serenity surrounds.

Who Is Right?

What

do you believe?
Why

do you believe it?
How

did you learn it?
Who

taught you?
What

where their motives?
Ideas

not men

rule the world.
Some believe

in religion,

some do not.
Some believe

in life after death,

some do not.
Some believe

in reincarnation,

some do not.
Some are

Hindu.
Some are

Christians.
Some are

Buddhists.
Some are

Muslim.
Some are

Jewish.
Some are

Taoist.

There are hundreds

of religions

on this planet.
Some are

monotheistic .
Some are

polytheistic.
Some believe

in only a force.
Some believe

the universe itself

is alive.

In the past,

some believed

earth was the center

of the Universe.
Some believe

“God”

made man in

“his” image.

There are many

belief systems

on this world.

Humankind

has always been

parochial

in its thinking.
Believing

they are the center

of things,

thinking

they have
It all figured out.
Truth is,

they can’t all be right.

Odds are,

none of them are.

 

 

Twice Programed

I was born here.
You were born there.
I was raised here.
You where raised there.
I was educated here.
You were educated there.
I have my beliefs.
You have your beliefs.
We do not agree.
We may go to war.
If I were born there.
If you were born here.
Things would be the same.
We are twice programmed,
genetically at conception and socially by the culture
we are born into.

Anything Is Possible

Where did you come from?
Every ancestor

you ever had,

had to beget

with who they

begot.
If any link in the chain

begot with

someone different.
If someone turned

left instead of right.
You’d not be here today.

Congratulations,
by being here today

you won the

infinity lotto.
Or.
Some say

this place we exist

in is just one

of many.
They say

in fact

the number of realities

existing in parallel is

infinite.
Different links

in different chains,

infinitely so.
It was ,

therefore, inevitable

you’d appear

in at least one.
Or.
You, your soul,

your spirit,

your conciseness

is eternal.
Moving

though different realms

of existence

for any number

of reasons.

Maybe you have

much to learn

before you arrive.
Maybe

immortality

gets dull and

boring.
You live finite

packets of reality

infinitely

with no connection

to keep things fresh

and interesting.
Or
Maybe

something else

is going on.
A finite mind

can’t know all

the infinite makes

possible.
Since you can’t

know what’s possible,

anything is possible!

We And A Fish

A speck of blue

in the limitless black.
The infinite

of existence.
All we know

so finite.
Like a fish

in an aquarium

whose universe

consists of
the aquarium

and what little is observable

in the immediate surrounding.
The fish has not concept

of what’s down the hall,
in the next room,

what’s upstairs,

what’s down the street,
what’s in the next town,

next country

or on the moon.
Like the fish,

we see our world

and what our telescopes

allow.
Like the fish

we know nothing

about what’s beyond

our vision.
What then in fact,

do we really

know at all?

 

Orchard On A Hill

Splashes of green lined up row after row.
Limbs of green shooting skyward downward everywhere.
Vibrant light shades of newness this time every year,
each displaying its own quaint uniqueness. Explosions of color as Spring rolls around.
As the winds blow hot, green takes on a mature look.
Little orbs of green begin to appear, growing larger redder, same as last year.
Big red plumpness filled up by the rain.
Limbs droop and groan as the weight of the task made increasingly clear.

Warm winds give way to their northern brethren, blowing cooler and stronger.
Limbs pregnant with swollen redness moan waiting, wanting
to expel the burden, as it does every year.
Leaves darken, grow crunchy and float to the ground.
Redness has spread from sky to ground, as colder stronger winds begin to expound.

Straight lined scraggly row after row, hunched over old women worn down by the snow.
Limbs whipping in cold wind like witches hair,
gnarly bent fingers pointing, accusing everywhere.
Dark skies in control.

Old women waiting, waiting for warm winds to reappear to be once again made fruitful, as it was just last year.

 

Moment In Time

Photographs are time machines to the past.
Instant moments in time reflecting back to current eyes.
A street scene of Boston is hung on my wall, a moment sliced
out of time from 1893.

Trolley cars side by side waggling down the street.
Ladies clothed from the sky to the ground bustling around town.
The gents of the day striding along suited with the clicking of their canes.
Horses pulling carriages, delivering produce, moving people here and there while leaving earthy aromatic gifts all around.

Trees in the park that are still there today, leaving shadow memories on the ground.

Each and every person in the scene has a story to tell, they each lived
their lives to the tune of the day.

Each started that day, one day in their lives, they loved, they laughed, they cried and they cheered at the game.
Children in the park running playing just the same.

All gone now, just a moment long past.

Little knowing this moment of their existence would be captured and hung on my wall as a testament to their brief moment in time.

Home

Some say the

Garden of Eden

was a myth,

that such a beautiful
place never existed.
The Universe is a cold

forbidding

inhospitable place,

a place filled
with frozen gases,

balls of fire,

cosmic radiation

that can fry one alive,
dead planets,

frozen asteroids

and meteoroids.
Huge deadly volumes

of space

with no discernible purpose.

There is a place,

at least

one place

where things

came together.
Eons

of star formation

and destruction

seeding the

cosmos with the
periodic table

that, along with gravity

cobbled together

one speck
of blue.

A place that was warm,

had water,

breathable atmosphere

and a magnetic

force field

keeping deadly radiation

at bay.

A double planet system.

Somehow

in the deadly darkness

of the void,

paradise was forged,
a blue pearl,

a Garden of Eden,

a place to call home.

Why We Have God (s)

Mankind

has been grasping

for knowledge
from the beginning,

fear of the unknown

was always forbidding.
Why does the wind blow?
Why does the sky

crack open

with light,

sound and fury?
Why do the oceans

roil with

such anger?

How does

the unknowing

mind handle

such things?
Gods is what we said.

It’s gods

that make the

unknown

knowable.
This work for us,

it help it makes sense.

As time went on

we learned things,

we learned why

the wind blows,
why the sky

cracks open

with light,

sound and fury,
and why

the ocean roils

with such anger.

As our knowledge

grew

the gods

began to melt away,

so now for many

at least

there is just

one.
We have gathered

great knowledge

over time

and have eliminated

many gods

along the way.
One big question

we’ve not yet answered,

were do we go

when we die?

A great unknown

to be sure.

God is the answer

for some.
It helps them

make sense.
God is the one!

What’s The Point?

Why do we

exist?
What’s the

point really?
Are we here

to have fun?
Are we here

to accomplish something?
Are we here

to hurt?
We are

dropped off

on one end

of a conveyor belt

then
chug along

as the conveyor

takes us for a ride

to eventually

tosse us off the other end.
Along the way

we are taught things,

we are told to

do things, we
learn,

we work,

we play,

we suffer loss,

we laugh,

we cry,

we love

and we hate.

Along the way

some help others

some hurt others.

Some cheat,

some lie,

some step over others,

some give others a

helping hand.

Some think

at the end of the ride

there’s a reward

or punishment for
how we behaved.

Some think life is a test.

Some are afraid

the end means

just that, the end,

once tossed off
we cease to exist

our conscious

evaporates

into the ether.

No one really knows

for sure.

Some will say

they know,

but they really do not.

Seems to me, if, at the end,

as you’re about to be

tossed off

you can look yourself

in the mirror

and know

you left the place a

little better

than you found it,

then the ride

had purpose

it had meaning.

That should be

reward enough.

Conflict Within

 

Humans

are

animals,

same as the

rest.
We

sprung up

from the same

womb

as all

animals do.
What

makes us

different

is what’s in

our heads.

We think,

we plan,

we build,

we progress.
Human

minds have

grown

to allow

us all this.
We

are wired

at birth,

with much

have no

choice.
Much of our

group

a composite

mess.
Our

animal instincts

are deeply

entrenched.
Civilization

evolved

to offer

guidance

and control.
We

are in

constant conflict

as how to

behave.
Our biology

says

one thing

civilization

says no.
Cats, dogs

and chimps

have no

courts

to say

they did

wrong ,

it’s instinct

that drives

them along.
It’s simpler

for them.
Human

struggle continues

from now

to who

knows when.

 

Fate Of Humankind

 

We see

good and evil

in our world.
To make sense

of it

great myths

of the light

and the dark

have been born.

Great stories

down through

the eons

have flowed,

great battles fought,

forever being told.

Gods

in the

heavens,

demons

in the

ground,

battling for our

very souls,

which take us

to the next round.
Wars,

down through

the ages

have raged

between men,

each side

believing

right be with

them,

while their

enemy’s

were the ones

with evil intent.

This battle

rages

even today,

pitting men

against men

with both

good and evil

on display.

No one

to help us,

nowhere

to hide.
The time grows

short

with the

weapons

we have to come up

with answers

once

and

for all.

Good and evil

do not exist

in the sky,

do not exist

in the ground

but in our

hearts and minds

is where they

will be found.

Which one

is stronger,

which will

prevail?
We must

solve this dilemma

as soon

as we can,

or

we will soon

fade away

down to the last

human.

 

Creation Is A Violent Event

 

Some say it all started with a violent explosion, let there be light, a Big Bang. White hot plasma swirling around expanding in an amazing bound. After a while things cooled, came together, began to slow down. Hydrogen and helium gas began to collect when gravity made itself felt. Closer and hotter the gases became then sparked into light as the first stars were found. The alchemy of the Stars then occurred creating all the elements. More explosions, star death spewing the periodic table into space. Again and again the cycle occurred until enough was around. Now planets grew filled with the stuff. Comets asteroids smashing in mixing things up.
Then it happened, no one’s sure how, but life came in with hardly a sound. Life grew, fought and killed to to keep its head up. All along the evolution curve death an extinction can be found. Asteroids crashing in to change things around.
Death and destruction even today, man against man, the evolution of creation in full three D display.

Transcend

 

We enter

the scene

but

do not hang around,

shortly

back into the ether

we bound.
We are just flesh and bone,

in the end

just ashes and soot

is all that is found.
It’s what we leave behind

that may

make a difference,

that may make a

sound.
It is ideas

that remain

after we are gone,

it is ideas

that can make

the world

go around.

It’s what we

think

that matters,

that may be

profound.
The measure

of us

is not we

existed,

but what thoughts and
ideas

did we bring and expound.

What ideas

did we sow

and which ones took root?

These are the ones

that get passed around.
Riches acquired

mean nothing

in the end,

it’s what’s in our

minds

that ultimately

transcends.

What Choice Do We Have?

Some say when we are born we are like fresh lumps of clay.
There is some structure but rough in design.
Plump with potential so many ways to go.
Much of what we are already mixed in the brew.
Hair will be brown, blond, or red; your parents had their say.
You will be tall or short; that is all been determined, Mother Nature held sway.
Your future yet to be determined, which path will you take?
How much of what you are already bake into the cake? Some will be passive others afraid, some will be aggressive some dangerously so. These predispositions played out by design.
As you move along the path so many lessons to learn.
Will you work hard or slide along the way? What decisions will you make what fork will you take? Each fork in the road leads down an unique path. Life’s full of decisions which way shall you go? Many futures lay ahead to be determined in some part by you.
Mother Nature had her say about what part you will play, much already determined by someone not you. What will you do with what free choice you have, confined in the structure you’ve been shackled to?
How much free choice do we actually have? Some squander riches, other overcome great hardships as they move on in life. In the end we do have some control but much has been predetermined by someone not you

What Kind Of God

What kind

of God

would treat us

this way?
In mankind

the wide spectrum

between

evil to good

can be found.
In some,

such kindness,

while in others

a wickedness

not to be believed

is in play.
The ancients

believed the gods

in Olympus or Valhalla

were making humans

behave either way.

Moving us around

as marionettes

move puppets

on their stage,

using

us as their

entertainment

or fight as their

slaves.

We

were just pawns

with no say

in their game.
The never ending

battle of

good vs. Evil.
The gods on

Olympus and Valhalla

are no longer there,

no gods

to push us around,

yet

we still behave

as if

they are there.
What is the

motivation then,

that has us

act out?

Who

sets the rules

for the games

that we play?

Is it simply

genetics

that make us

behave as we do?

Some

are born evil

and some

are born good,

just as

some are born

blond

while others brunette.
Are we

powerless

to act in any

other way,

our programming

prearranged

for our part in the

play?
What kind

of God

would have us

behave

in such ways.

Genetics

it seems

is the programmed

force at play.

Survival

of the species

is the name

of the play.
Only

in conflict

does the the species

survive and progress.

Humanity moves

inexorably forward

on the back

of genetic duress,

because,

what kind god

would treat us

this way?

How Can They Possibly Know?

How will it change

when we know?
How will civilization

be rearranged?
All that we know

comes from one

place and time,

one little speck

in spacetime.

Great religions

over eons

have arisen

telling all how things

must certainly be.

But

they are just specks

on a speck,

and knowledge

potentially infinite,

how much

can they possibly know.

Have faith

they say

and follow our lead,

but how much

can they possibly know?

They say,

we surely know

because God

has told us so.

What can you say?

How can you answer

that?

If God

really

told them so.

The problem

you see is not all

religions agree,

seems god’s message

is different

from one to the next

somehow.

How

can that possibly be?

For the infinite

knowledge

to be had,

and our

brain power

to process so small,

there is no way

to know much at all.

Some day

and maybe soon

our technology

may come alive

or some others

come to say hi.

Then everything

changes,

but no one can really say

how.

Humans Must Be Crazy

Our race against extinction.
We all come from the same cradle.
Though we think ourselves mature.
Our childish and petty ways are truly obscene.
We are products of our environment, fine tuned
to fit the scene. Some are black with kinky hair
designed to mitigate the sun and dissipate heat.
Some are white with flat hair like a rug designed to accentuate
the sun and hold in the heat. One evolved in a hot sunny world
where too much sun and heat were harmful, so the body adapts to better succeed.
One comes from a cold, less sunny environment, so adapted to absorb more sun an retain the heat, both the body needs.
Both simply adaptations to succeed in where they live.
For years and years and still today these adaptations are held against
some, that’s truly insane. Indeed!
We now live in a world full of us in every possible nook.
One small orb in space that we humans habitate.
Much need and want around the world where people suffer and
die for lack of humanity. We spend billions each year on weaponry, money that could be better spent, to protect ourselves from ourselves. Insanity to the brink.
How have we managed to last this long is surly a mystery. Will we grow up in time before we are history?

 

One Planet Many Worlds

Earth

is home

fodr billions of us,

we live

on one planet,

we all call it

home.
None of us,

however,

live in the same

world.
The worlds

we live

in are as

varied
as the people

that inhabit them.
Some live in

heaven

others

call hell their home,

many

live in limbo

made simply to

roam.
No two

worlds

are exactly the same.
Some are healthy

while others in pain.
Some are rich

many are poor.
Some live

in freedom

others detained.
Some are happy

while many are

sad.
This planet

has many worlds,

none are the same.
Some

are gregarious

others

simply plain.
Some

are geniuse

while others

insane.
Each one

with their own

story to tell.
History

is replete with such worlds,

no two are the same

What is Love?

Why

do we feel

love?
Do

we even

know

what loves is?
How

do you know

when

we’re in love?
Does

anyone

really know?
Songs

have been sung

about love

for thousands of years.
Stories,

poems,

books

and movies

flood our senses about

love.
We

are obsessed

about love.

We

are lonely

without it and confused

when in love.
There is love

for your parents,

love for your children

even

love for your pets.

But it’s romantic

love

that fogs up

our heads.
Why

do people fall out

of love?

Where they ever really

in love?
Is it

just about making babies,

survival of the species?

Is it

just about hormones

flushing through our systems

that riles us up?

Is it

just about companionship

for when we get

old?
How many times

have you asked

yourself

or been asked by

others,
how do

I know

when I’m in

love?

Some have said,

you’ll just know it

when you are.

Never really

understood that reply.

A better

answer

I think, if

you have to ask

you’re not in love.

Sorry ,

that’s the best

I can do,

it’s all up to you.

How Much Is Up To Us?

Do we really have free will, or are we preprogrammed
to be who we are to be?
Being born a boy or a girl did we have any say?
Hormones in my body that motivate were not ordered by me.
Everything about me genetically controlled.
My height, my hair, my eyes, be I black, white, yellow, brown, or my personality, not requested,
we’re out of my control.
What part of me is really me?
What part of me do I actually control?
What does mean to be me?
Where I was born predetermined,
was I born German, Italian or English no choice did I have.
The culture I was born into Arab, Jewish determined my enemies.
How much was in my control?
My religion given to me.
True enough, we have some voice to modify but most of it given to us.
The story’s been written, all the players designed and preprogrammed.
The role I play on the grand stage of life has been determined by someone other than me.

Earth Centric

We delude ourselves,

always have,

still do.
Center of everything,

gods’ favorite,

we knew.

How immature!
We follow

rituals

begun thousands

of years ago.
Started by those

who knew

next to nothing of
where they lived.

Their place

in a universe

they did not

know.
Our universe

unimaginably large

may be just

one bubble

in a multiverse

of infinite

time and size.

Always was

always will

be some say.
There are those

where we live

who’ll claim

they know

god’s mind,

have faith they’ll say.
Specks

on a speck

that know

it all.
They’d say,

following ancient

rituals

is where the

truth lies.

As if the ancients

knew.
There are those

amongst us

who claim to know

the way

and tell us

what to do.

Tell us to

bow down,

and how to

behave.

Power and control

is all they have,

a few

controlling the many

with all the

privileges that entails.
Most that we know

from a speck of dust

we have learned,

but there’s

so much more,
Infinitely more,

infinitely more to know!

Disruption

 

Are we ready for what’s to come?
Will we know how to behave?
Never before in human history has there been such disruption. It was once a much simpler place. No more. The future is arriving faster than ever before.
Gia now has a neural net the brain is coming alive.
Things are changing at such a clip not like anything seen before. Things will never be the same.
Computers that once filled rooms are now held in the palm of our hands. Not too many years from now they’ll be cursing through our veins.
Nanotechnology, biotechnology, computer technology exploding at such a pace, soon enough, the internet will be connected to our face.
We’ll all be part of the global brain, have instant access to all the knowledge mankind has thus far obtained. Soon, artificial intelligence will join us where we live, things will never be the same. Machines will build machines smarter all the time. Where we go after all this may drive us out of our minds.
Some say we’ll build virtual worlds every bit as real, and designed them to meet our every need, absolutely ideal. No one knows for sure which way all this will go.
I suggest you batten down the hatches though, it’s going to be quite the show.

Religion Is Philosophy

 

Great Maker beyond

human knowledge.

Our time is short.

Our knowledge finite.

Reality infinite.

We struggle

to understand.

We create

structure

to make it so.

We build

and grow

the best we can.

It’s a struggle

every day you know.

We are born

one day

and there it is.

How to make

sense

we struggle to do.

We organize

come together in groups.

We create

systems

to see us through

Political,

language,

business,

social

and religious

to name just a few.

Each system

designed

to meet a

need.

Each system

gives us

structure,

something to help

us through.

Helps us make

sense,

gives us control

in our

finite

little place.

Religion

as with government

is a process of control.

Religion

is a philosophy,

nothing more,

as the

Great Maker’s

mind is beyond

ours to know.

There are those

who say

they understand

because

the Great Maker

told them so.

That’s impossible

you see,

the Great Maker’s

mind

for us is

impossible

to know.

 

Time Illusion

What is

time?

Is it something

we have?

Was it

granted to us

from the

great beyond?

What do we

do

with time?

I mean,

we only

have so much of it.

Is time

an illusion,

something not

really there?

Are we

an illusion,

just

a view

in the

mirror,

nothing more?

Are we

just shadows

on a

cave wall,

reflections

of a different place?

Are we

really we

or

just an avatar

of someone

more?

 

Voyages

 

Simmering

on a distant shore,

my minds eye

floats upon.
Swirling thought

upon swirling thought

do my reflections grow.
Infinite realms

offer fertile grounds

to burrow through.
Mountains

of realities

the minds eye sees

one as real as them all.
Traveling through oceans

of ethereal thought,

swimming through the
infinite, the possibilities

the minds eye can see.
Rays of thought

pass thru

the the mind

as rays of light do too.
Reflections on the infinite

my minds eye wanders thru.
Accepting

what I see,

nearly impossible to do.
Impressions of possibilities

that boil up,

reaching out.
Infinite possibilities

bringing closer,

I aim to do.
Back I light

on familiar ground

having made my recent voyage
Till next I float once again

through the clouds of infinitely.

 

Vacation

 

Sun glistening off the tropical bay.
White cotton balls float by reflecting Suns rays.
Surf down below melodically soothing the way.
Vistas of ocean from the left to the right,
spotted with green jewels enhancing the sight.
Sea birds floating serenely they glide, making me wish I could
be by their side.
Gentle tropical breezes waft by surrounding and soothing the soul.
Tropical smoothies, frozen delights, smooth out and mellow the ethereal sights.
Sweet Acacia filling the senses with a sweet fragrant glow.
Sunshine, golden enthrall mellows its hues when meeting the ocean a
tropical show. Orange red pink explode in the sky. The sun slowly sliding away seemingly steaming on down.
First stars make themselves known, peaking on through till the whole sky blazes with a Milky Way hue.
Evening turns into night and things settle down when the surfs constant hum lulls us all off to dreams..

Outside The Box

 

What is truth?
We live

our lives

being told what

is true.
Truths in science

fall

by the wayside when
new “truths”

are discovered.

But,

how true

are they?
Religions

will tell you

their truths.
Problem is,

few agree.

So how

true

can they be?
People

will tell you

what is true

but can they be

trusted?
Society will tell

its truths,

but should you

agree?
We are born

into a world

full of “truths”.
Truths laid down

by others,

many long dead.
Should we

simply acquiesce,

simply say yes

to whatever

we’re told?
The answer is

no.

Open your minds

to all the

possibilities.
Do not let

others rubber stamp

your beliefs.
Many snake oil salesmen

will try to out fox.
Ask questions,

think hard,

don’t simply

agree.
Think outside the box.

Joy Of Aging

 

The world

slows down.
That’s

a good thing.
Priorities change,

also good.

The rat race fades

into memory.

It’s now

time

to appreciate things

.
Let the next generation

battle

to climb

the ladder,
keep their

heads

above water.
Time

for walks

with the dog,

stoping

to smell the

flowers.

The body creaks

where it didn’t before,

but the

wisdom

gained

over the years
more than

compensates.

Reading and learning

still much fun.

Smile at the young ones

as they expound,

knowing

time and experience

will mellow

their sound.
Enjoy the children,

appreciate the miracle,

then smile

when handing

them back.

Reflective walks

in the woods

wondering

what other

paths

you could have

followed.

Then realizing,

the one you

chose

lead you to

the woods.

As time passes

and the

young ones

grow old,

it’s important

to remember,

we had our time,

our time

in the sun.
Prepare to

move on,

your time is now

done.

 

Red Barn

Vivid red barn juxtaposed against a green pumpkin field.
Cloudless sky with bright sun hurt my eyes.
Starkness of the scene burnt into my mind.
Beautiful!
Time passes.
Sun lowers in the sky with fat orange orbs all around.
Bright reds, yellows and orange ornate the trees.
Hayride swinging through.
Artist easel in the field.
A painting just waiting to be alive.
Sun lowers still.
Winter, snow deep, cold white drifting toward the barn, glistening.
Snow Hare tracks everywhere. Black crows in the sky warning out their calls.
Mud season, sun moves higher in the sky banishing the white until next year.
Sun, still on the move.
New baby green in the field reappears.
Cycle continues year after year

What Is Beauty?

What

does it

look like?
What

does it

sound like?
How

does it

read?
Is there

beauty

in mathematics?

Are

physics formulations

beautiful?

Is

artistic beauty

in all its

forms

discovered or created?
Did

Isaac Newton

invent

his mathematics

or

did he

discover it,

like one discovers

a planet?
Where

did the

Mona Lisa

come from?

From some

ethereal realm?

A dream

perhaps?
What did

Leonardo tap into

to create

such a work

of art?

Would it be

appreciated

by beings

on the other side

of the Universe?
Is mathematics

universal?

Are computer codes?

Genetic codes?
Beethoven’s music

discovered or

created?

William Shakespeare,

what was he on?

Where

does the mind’s eye

wander

to obtain such things?
Will

earthly beauty

translate elsewhere?

Is beauty

in all its forms

universal,

or unique

to its origins?
Is simplicity

beautiful?

Complexity?

Are we all

beautiful?
Or,

Is all beauty

simply

in the eyes

of the beholder?

Define God

What is God?

What is a god?

It’s all relative.

It’s all semantics really.

To those

who wandered

this globe

fifty thousand years ago

we’d be gods.

Would those

who live

fifty thousand years

from now be looked

on as “Gods” by us?

How far into the future,

into the past

or out into space

would we need to peer to find

the God.

In fifty thousand years

could we produce

virtual constructs

with artificially

intelligent beings?

If so,

would we be

their gods?

Could these beings

we produced evolve

to create their own

virtually intelligent beings?

If so,

how far down

the rabbit hole

could it possibly go?

How many layers

of gods

could their possibly be?

Perhaps more than can be

possibly known!

Dream World

Where do we live?

Is this place even real?

How real is real?

We open our eyes and find ourselves here.

But, where is here?

We accept what we see, what else can we do?

We move through life doing what we do.

It all seems normal like it all should be.

What is normal, is it all that we know?

Some say we live in a hologram, a virtual world.

If so, is that really real? Are we just a program artificially smart?

If that is true, what can we actually do?

If virtual here could we be virtual anywhere else?

Moving from program to program by someone, somewhere else.

“Gods” in Valhalla in a unusual twist, may actually exist!

We could all be immortal in a different sort of way, but living in a dream,

created by who knows who, or who knows where?

 

Wisdom

 

What is it that gives some people power and others none?
Why is it some use power to hurt while others to help?
Why are some imbued with a will that can dominate?
Using it as a power to keep people subdued.
Power can be peaceful.
Power can be a war state.
There have been those with such will and power they jolted the world.
Why do humans abuse power, use it to subjugate?
Whole societies use it to keep ” lesser born” in place.
The power to evil is easy to see, killing millions
to rule the world.
The power to peace and kindness can also be abused, witness
millions being slaughtered in the name of God, religion and peace.
Power to gain riches at the detriment to others.
Look to the school yards to see some pushing others around musing
they will be different when they’re grown. They seldom are!
There have been some who give up earthly possessions to move the
needle toward love and understanding, but, they are few and far
between and even they can be taken down.
Most feel better when others fail, makes them feel superior somehow.
Wisdom and maturity is the key to turning things around.
Humanity has a long way to go before both will be found!
Lack of maturity and wisdom could be the great filter that takes us all down.

Simplify

 

Some say less is really more, or is it more is really less.
I believe both to be true.
The future screams towards us faster every day.
The pace and complexity of life quickens.
Technology more pervasive.
The human psyche bombarded like never before.
Global news 24/7, the internet always up-dating.
None stop information flowing through our brains.
We now make more decisions in a day than those one hundreds years
ago made in a week or a month.
Competition in life and at work like never before.
How much more can we take? How much faster can we absorb before we seize up and break?
Balance is what we need, time to unplug and refresh.
Step away from the onslaught whenever you can, or the psych wards
and on drugs is where you’ll be found.
Meditate as if your sanity depends on it.
It just may.

Spiritualism and Humanism

What

do you

believe

and why

do you

believe it?

Our world

has shaped

who we are

physically and

spiritually.

We

are different

colors,

speak different

languages

and have

different

gods

based on where

we were born.

The accident

of birth,

location and

topography

determined who

we are.
Our differences

caused us to

war.

Humanity’s

social evolution

is what we

must see,

the frictions

of difference

slowly

beginning to fade.

Humans

being human

to each other

is how we

must go.

Humanism

beginning to grow.

Differences in beliefs

can be poison

to our cause.

My religion

is better

than your religion

is juvenile

at best.

Wars and mass murders

is what we

receive

when this is how

we perceive.

Spirituality

is important

to the human soul,

it nourishes

our existence

keeps us balanced

in so many ways.

Would the

Great Maker

be displeased

if our philosophy

was to live

a spiritual life

connected to Gaia

respecting

who we are

and each other;

living the

golden rule

in harmony?

Somehow,

I think not.

Egalitarian Humanism

What did it

mean

to be human?
What does it

mean

to be human?
What will it

mean

to be human?
Humanity has

fought and clawed

its way to

the current.
Wars and superstitions

filled our hearts

and minds.
King

of the mountain

was the game

we played,

knocking down all
who got in the way.

Climbing the ladder,

success at any cost.
Stepping on

and over people

was the

rule

of the day.
Many of these

games

we still play

today.

Yet things are

evolving.
The masses

today have power

and influence

like never before.
The global

community

is connected.

We communicate

instantly

around the world.

Topography

and distances

that kept us apart,

that had us

socially

evolve

in many different ways,

now melting away.

Inequalities

still exists,

that is for sure.

Those in power

want to hold on

and keep it

that way;

but through technology

humanity writ large

will begin to hold sway.

As the future

becomes the now,

humanity increasingly

will socially

and globally interact,

our differences

will slowly give way.

The commonality

of humanity

will begin to win

the day.

Humans are

equal

and should be

treated that way.

Humanities Redemption

What

does it mean

to be human?

Are we

just animals

or evolving

to become

something more?

Are we

victims

to our basic

instincts

unable to push back

and mature.

Do our passions

control our minds

or

can our minds

control

our passions?

Is our intellect

held ransom

by our biology,

millions of years

in the making?

Can the passions

of the animal

be countered

by our intellect

and sentience?

Will society

devolve

back with our

passions

holding sway?

Can our

intellect

understand the animal,

desire to move on,

thus show us the

way?

Was religion

just a means

of holding our

passions

in check

holding the animal

at bay?

Will our

machines

become sentient

with no passions involved,

with no hormones to

befuddle?

Will they see us

as flawed

with no hope

for redemption.

The battle rages

on with no

end in site.

The fate of

humanity

hangs in the balance.

 

Seasons In New England

From the lakes in New Hampshire to the sand dunes of Cape Cod.
From the mountains of Vermont to the seaports of Rhode Island.
From the rocky seacoast of Maine to the Gold Coast of Connecticut.
Winters of snow and ice, cold north winds blowing, freezing.
Snows blanket everything, skiing, snowshoeing, ice fishing and more.
Snowmen, snow angles, shovels in hand, traditions as old as the hills.
Cold blowing sea mist, ice storms, covering all in frozen brine and ice.
Christmas lights, Northern lights, gentle snow falls, raging blizzards.
Springtime beginning to warm, icicles dripping sun rising in the sky,
the white fades away.
Lakes melt, water returns blue as before.
Mountains morph from white to light green.
Robins arrive sparrows et.al couple up make nests and brood on.
Geese fly over head honking their song.
Grasses turn green, bushes and trees bloom in all their glory. Flowers exploding everywhere. Ants start to scurry dragonflies in flight, life and movement quickens its pace.

Summertime warm breezes waft over the land sea breezes warm summer sands. Mountains warm, with sunny white clouds passing by.
Lake waters reflecting it all. Booming thunderstorms, impressive lightning shows roll from mountain to vale. Cities empty, inhabitants heading for their summer retreats. Seashore beaches bustle with activity escaping the heat. Swimming, fishing and kayaking to name just a few. Fun in the sun is what they all aim to do. Orchard flowers changing into fruit simply a treat.
The young of the animal world learning their lessons for what’s to come.

As summer grows old autumn takes control.
Warm breezes turn cool as the trees change hue.
Harvests and county fairs all over the place.
Squirrels scurry around collecting acorns that fell to the ground. Colors in the forests are blazing soon turning brown.
Frost on the pumpkins and everywhere else.
People in sweaters, fireplaces aglow and the apples are fat and red ready to go. Cool breezes turn cold then turn to strong winds whipping trees all around. The first hits of snow can be found on the ground.
Till once again winter comes around.

 

What Are We?

What are we?
We

are just bags

of meat and water.
Then why

the consciousness?
Consciousness

is indeed a mystery.
Does consciousness

come from somewhere else

and just
inhabits our

minds?

Are our minds

simply a radio receiver

collecting the signal/consciousness

from some other

realm?
Where does it go

after the meat

and water fall apart.
Does it fade into

the ether

never to be see again,

or does it mov
on and inhabit

another reality?
Some will say they know

the answer

to that question,

but they really

do not.
For my two cents,

I think

our consciousness

came to our bodies

from another reality

and will move

on to another

when we die.
Maybe

I feel that way

because

it offers me some

comfort,

perhaps,

but I don’t think so.
No one

knows for sure,

but,I think

it is a possibility.

Acceleration

Earth

is becoming something

different,

something more.
For millions of years

proto-humans strode

its bounties until
Homo sapiens

arrived.

Once here,

humans took millennia
incrementally building

improving

its lot in life.

Step by step,
developing new ways

of improving,

one change

building upon another.
Cooking food,

better nutrition,

better weapons

for hunting and protection.
Hunter-gatherers

working as teams

for better outcomes,
feeding and enabling

larger populations.

Development of farming,

enabling villages to

take root.
More improvement,

villages become towns

then cities,

city states to countries.
Communication develops,

improves,

writing, printing books

for the masses,

new ideas,

morse code, telephones.

The planet

communicates.
Medicines,

industrial revolution,

humankind

spans the globe.
Technology improving,

quality of life

improving,

living longer.
Science, ever probing

every aspect
pushing the boundaries

of capabilities.

Traveling further

and faster,

trains, automobiles, planes
Spacecraft. Computers,

internet, global neural net,

global mind,

artificial intelligence,

human cyborgs.

The pace of change

ever quickens.
Humankind,

on the cusp of change
so explosive

the consequences of which

are unfathomable.

One With The Universe

 

What are we?
Why are we?
How do we?
It’s an infinite

place and we

so very small.

We

seem so very

much apart.

Do we even belong?

How could we

ever learn it all?
We look out,

we look up,

we look down

and we look under.

We feel so
very much

cut away

from it all.

Why were we

born?

Seems

to make no

sense.
Trillions

of points

shining

as far as

the eye can see

and far beyond.

Information,

so much information,

more than

we could possibly

understand.

Are we

alone?

Are we

part of a larger

family?

Are we

individuals

or a cog in a

larger family tree?
Step by step

we try to build,

we try to understand.

So much

to know

and so little

time.
Cannot do it

alone,

one mind

simply not capable

of knowing it all.
A collective

mind are we.

Building

machines to store

it all help us make

sense.

The further

we go

the more

we need to

know,

the more

we need to

rearrange

and organize.

Piece by piece

the puzzle is

built.
Knowledge

on top of

knowledge

is how the

model shifts.

Generation

after generation

the collective

mind

is built.

We are not

just cogs

in the machine,

but very much more.

The piece

of the puzzle we lay

becomes part of a

larger we.

Those who were,

are

and to be

are all very much

a part of a

larger whole.

We are all

in fact

one with the

Universe.

Not alone,

not apart,

but woven

into the fabric

of space and time,

part of a much

larger we!

I’ve Danced On Many Worlds

I’ve danced

on many worlds,

and will

on many more.
Each have proven unique,

with many lessons

to learn.
I’ve traveled

far

but have farther

still to go.
The road is long

and tiresome,

with many

falling and failing

to finish the task.
Failing

in any world

is not what

knocks

you off the path,

it’s failing

to learn

the lesson taught

that kicks

you off the path.

Falling

off the path

lands one in oblivion

with nowhere else

to go.
The road

to everlasting

tranquility

is a long

and tortuous

path,
not meant to be easily

attained.

One world

is not enough

for every lasting tranquility.

Many

must be successfully

transversed

with their lessons learned

to attain

everlasting peace and tranquility.

Those

who attain

the end of the path

are the ones

who’ve gained

ultimate wisdom

and enter into

everlasting peace.

I’ve Had Dreams

I’ve had dreams

of other

places,

other places

where

I have lived.
different

from where

I live now.

Places

that seemed

just as

real.
All we

know

is what

our five senses

allow.
There is

more

to show than we

could possibly

know.

We know

so very

little

of what reality is,

there is so much

more to

learn.

We

are just a

short time

having crawled

out of the

primordial ooze.

We

are still fighting

and brawling

amongst ourselves,

not yet

fit

for the larger

reality.

We must

get our own

house

in order first,

before

we can be

accepted

into the larger we.

There is so much more

to know,

understand.

There may be

others

out there

waiting

for our maturity

not wanting to waste

their time

on us now.

We can’t accept

our own kind

because

of the color

of their skin,

why on earth

would we accept

them?

Humankind

is on the cusp

of great technological

revolution

that could change

mankind’s evolution.

We need

to move forward

on a more

forgiving plane

of existence

leaving the pettiness

of skin color

for example behind.

There is so much

more to reality.

We live

on a tiny orb

our cradle

in space.

Everything

we know and learned

in our tiny time

of existence

is just

a pinpoint

on the line

of infinity.

Ours

just one

universe,

a bubble

in a multiverse

of infinite realities

older

than our minds

can

possibly grasp.

Rise Of Humanity

When humanity

first became

aware,

the world was

a scary

dangerous place.
Everything

was a mystery,

nothing but

survival at stake.
We

created gods

to help us

make sense.
Gods

became the catchall

to explain the

unknown.
Gods

became religions

to hold things

in place,

to offer control.
Due to human

isolation,

religions evolved

differently

all over the place.
From the gods

in Valhalla

to the ones

in the sea.
We

all had different

ideas

of what the gods

must truly be.
Religious wars

down through the ages

killing

millions

in the name of

god,

what a disgrace.
Humanity is spread

around the globe,

hundreds of religions

all over the place.
Killing,

still

to this day

because

god

wants it that way

some would have

you believe.
The naivety

of humanity

just stunning to see.
No one

truly knows

the Creators

intent,

though many religions

would tell you

they do.
Power

and control

is all

they really

know.

The few

telling

the many

what to believe.

The world

can no longer

go on

in this way.
Religions are constructs

made up

in human minds,

difference

due to many things.
Somehow I wonder

if

the Creator

would  want to see

us behave

in this way.
One wonders

if

the Creator

has turned away

after seeing

what we’ve done

to each other

and our place.
As we move forward

in time

business

as usual

will only enhance

our disgrace.
Humanity

must unite

under one

common theme,

humanity

for humanity’s sake

it must be.
We must grow

and mature

as soon

as we can.

Treating each other

and our world

with respect

and dignity.

There are many

who would smile

and call this

naive.
We

must smile in return

at their immaturity,

realizing

their way is now

done,

from here

a dead end.
Would the creator

be displeased

if we evolved

in this way?
How

could that possibly be?

Terrarium

We Live in a

terrarium..
With our lives

we scurry around

like little ants.
We run

to the store.
We run

to the game.
We run

to pick up the children.
We run to our jobs.
Every day pretty

much like the rest.
Some hold out

their chest

as if they’re
important.
Others think

they rule the world,

but it’s just a

tiny terrarium.

I Think

 

Rene Descartes

said

“Cogito ergo sum”
“I think

therefor

I am”.
Consciousness

of being

is true

regardless

our reality,

be it
corporeal,

digital or

mechanical.

 

We may live

in a computer simulation,

or made

out of steel,

but

“Cogito ergo sum”

What is real?
Does it

even matter?
“I think

therefor

I am”.
We,

therefore, create

our own realities,

regardless

of our state

of being!
Intelligence

regardless!

Perspective And The Journey

Our Universe

is unimaginably large.
Tendrils of galaxies

spreading out in every direction

as far as the eye

can see.

Hundreds of millions

in every direction.

Some estimates

suggest there could be

one trillion

galaxies in our universe.

Each galaxy contains

hundreds of million stars.
Many now believe

our universe is but one

in an ever-expanding

multiverse

of limitless size and age.

We live our lives

on a mote of material

small beyond definition.
How do we square

this reality?

How

do we keep things in

perspective?

What’s the point really?

We are just specks on a speck.

Organized

human civilization

is maybe 20,000 years old.

The industrial revolution

only two hundred years old,

we believed 100 years ago

our galaxy was the universe.

Our understanding of reality

has come far

yet it’s just a pinpoint

on an infinite

scale of knowledge.

The point I guess

is the journey,

keeping our existence

in perspective,

staying humble

and keep pushing

the envelope

of our knowledge.

Nor’easter

It slips in at

night.

Stealthy

and low at first.
A few flakes

pick up speed

as the first

low howl

can be heard.
Wind howls

against

the house,

branches scratching

at the window

like a cat

wanting

to get in.
Heavy wet snow

can be heard

plastering

itself onto

everything.
Lights flickering

as if planning

on going out.
Snow

in the street lights,

heavyweight

thumping down

trees.
Tree limbs

crash down on wires,

popping sounds

and sparks

as transformers

are taken out.
Cities go dark

as power

is lost,

houses grow

cold

as the furnaces

die down.
Sleep

finally wins out

till mornings light

awakes.
The storm

does not abate.
Everything

covered in white,

an eerie and

wonderful state.
Trees coated in

snow,

winds whipping

the limbs around

mimicking

the haunting of

ghosts.
Snow drifts

piling high

as others places

scoured

clear and clean.
The snow hammers down

and will for

hours more.
Smoke in the chimneys,

stoking the wood stoves

and fireplaces

as homes

warm back up

relying on the

old ways

to stay warm.
As the storm

slowly dies down

the soldiers of winter

shovels in hand

begin to roust about,

bringing some semblance

of order back

to the homestead again.
Kids in the yards

warring

with white ammunition

as school was called off.

Snow angels

with Frosty dancing

around the yard.

Sleighing and yelling

can be heard

out in the fields.
Mom back at home

prepares hot chocolate

with marshmallow delights

for all the

frosty nose participants

from this winters

stormy night.

How Else Could It Have Gone

 

 

How far back

do you wish to go?
Could

the universe

have failed to

Big Bang?

Could

the sun have failed

to be born?
Could

the moon have been

to small?
Could

it have failed

to form at all?
Could

life have been

still born?
Could

the asteroid have

passed us by?
Could Eve

have been

to shy?
Could

Neanderthals

have won the day.
Could

Columbus

have been sunk

at sea?
Could

the Pilgrims

have stayed

at home?
Could

the Revolution

have failed

in vain?
Could

Marie Antoinette

have kept

her head?
Could

the South

have won

the war?
Could

the Titanic

have stayed

afloat?
Could

Nazi Germany

have prevailed?

Could

any

of your ancestors

turned left

instead

of right?
Do

infinite realities

indeed exist?
Has

everything

in fact

occurred?
Where

does it all go

from here?

 

Sum Of Our Parts

 

We

are so different,

but

we’re so much alike.
We

all look different,

but

we all look the same.
We

all think alike,

but

we believe differently.
Evil lives on earth

but the divine is in play.
We

all love

our children,

but

we kill our enemies.
We

all live on a

speck,

but we are so far

apart.
We

love each other,

but

we hate each other.
We

believe in the

apocalypse,

but

we believe in the

future.
Many are happy,

but many are sad.
Many have died,

but many still live.
The living

shape

the future,

but the dead

leave a mark.
Most

were never born!
Humanity

is a writhing organism

inexorably

moving forward.
To what end?
Nobody

knows,

but

we are more

than the sum

of our parts!
We

are all one whole!

Temptation

What is it?

Why is it?

Is it

a desire

of something  wrong,

something bad?

Is it

a desire

of something

we shouldn’t have?

Why

do we desire

things

we shouldn’t have?

Who

says we

shouldn’t have it?

Who says it’s wrong,

who says it’s bad?

Don’t things

we want

fill a natural

human/animal need?

Do

we judge

other animals

for their needs

and desires?

Aren’t we

just animals

like all the rest?

Are temptations

the same

around the world?

Is what’s desired

here desired

there?

Do temptations

change as

time goes by?

Do societies

norms

evolve over time?

Does

what’s bad

or tempting

changes

as times moves by?

Human

needs and desires

are constant,

it’s civilization

that’s not.

It’s civilization

that dictates

what is

“tempting” and “bad”.