Between you
And your enemies
Between you
And your friends
Between you ……. and
The government you have
And the government you want
The wars in the world
And the peace you desire
No separation between
Earth and Sky
Land and water
Thoughts and consciousness
Dark and light, like
On a yin-yang symbol ☯️
No separation either from
The circle and the border
No separation from
The screen to your eyes
The light traveled through
That invisible connection
Making no separation
Between waves and particles
Likewise, there is no separation
Between you and your device
A cell phone tower or between
The tower and a satellite
There is no separation between when
You started reading this post
Till right now, and the rest of it
(Should you decide to continue ; )
Nor an event that recently happened
Or plans to do something next week
Bringing contemplation to
Its revolving conclusion is that there is
No separation between your birth and death
Nor between this incarnation and the next
Or the previous one for that matter
I think I’ll keep going
No separation between
The rubber and the road
The windshield and the bug
The earth, moon, and the stars
This galaxy and the other galaxies
Never mind, you get the picture
Inspired by listening to an audio book
Of which, I am only a few chapters in of
“Three Magic Words” by
Uuell S. Anderson
Giving linguistic credence to the
Bill Hicks notion that
“It is only our illusion that we are separate from God,
or that we are alone…
…in fact, the reality is,
we are one with God, and (Word*) loves us.”
*
“The Word already existed.
The Word was with God, and the Word was God.”
John 1:1
“Now, if that isn’t a hazard to this country…
Do you see my point?”
How are we gonna keep building nuclear weapons, you know what I mean?
What’s gonna happen to the arms industry when we realize we’re all one?
It’s gonna fuck up the economy.
The economy that’s fake anyway.
Which would be a real bummer, you know. You can see why the government’s cracking down…
…on the idea of experiencing unconditional love.”
– Bill Hicks
Likewise……
“There is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves.”
Bill Hicks
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
About infinity
For a brief time
Otherwise, my head hurts
The same goes
For a moment
Infinity is forever
Moments are gone
As soon as they arrive
While both are
Experienced simultaneously
Besides, how can you
Think about either separately
When they are both connected
Moments blend together
From one moment to the next
In a specific direction
According to “time’s” arrow
Usually followed linearly
With nary a do over
(Eggs never unbreak) yet…
“You can’t make an omelet,
without breaking eggs.”
No two people can step
Into the same river
Likewise, one person can
Never step in the same river
Everything has changed
From water gone by to
Sensations felt of cold and wet
Indifferent to radical
Perceptions take place
Each momentary instant
Depending on what was
Carried into the river
Or crossing a street
Everything is the same while
Nothing is remotely similar
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
My purpose is to
Serve the universe
How may I do that
In this moment now
I am doing what
The universe wants
I must be aware
How and what will serve
Silence seems to help
Observe and question
Listen for requests
Respond when I can
Appropriately
We are running
No where fast
On a full tank
Of illusions
With plenty
Of new shoes
That hardly
Ever get worn
It seems a race
To each’s own death
Without ever
Catching our breath
To stop and see where
We are running to
Or which bogeyman
We are running from
“Tough of the track with the wind
And the rain that’s beating down on your back
Your heart’s beating loud
And goes on getting louder
And goes on even more till the sound is ringing in your head
With every step you tread and every breath you take
Determination makes you run, never stop
Gotta win, gotta run till you drop
Keep the pace, hold the race
Your mind is getting clearer
You’re over halfway there
But the miles, they never seem to end
As if you’re in a dream, not getting anywhere
It seems so futile
Run, on and on
Run, on and on
The loneliness of the long-distance runner
I’ve got to keep running the course
I’ve got to keep running and win at all costs
I’ve got to keep going, be strong
Must be so determined and push myself on
Run over stiles, across fields
Turn to look at who’s on your heels
Way ahead of the field
The line is getting nearer
But do you want the glory that goes?
You reach the final stretch, ideals are just a trace
You feel like throwing the race
It’s all so futile
Run, on and on
Run, on and on
The loneliness of the long-distance runner
Run, on and on
Run, on and on
The loneliness of the long distance runner”
“The Loneliness Of The Long Distance Runner”
– Iron Maiden
At its very, very, best
Is only temporary
That is what gives
Meaning, meaning
If it was permanent
It would not have meaning
It would have permanence
Since anything that has
Been around for too long
Loses its meaning
Or gets reinterpreted
With a different meaning
As a shared meaning of
Something that means
Something to someone
Besides, you, it will not
Have the exact meaning
Might not even be close
There are too many factors
That come in to play to be
Remotely similar
Different backgrounds,
Outlooks, age, gender,
Parents, grandparents
Consider that siblings
May have the “same” “parents”
But essentially, they are different
Depending on one’s order
Everything has changed
Meaning, perspective,
Outlook, financial situation,
Friends, neighbors, work,
Relatives, divorces, etc.
“We got smilin’ politicians (it ain’t nothin’ to me)
Got songs from rich musicians (it ain’t nothin’ to me)
Called Tokyo long distance, and the queen came for tea
Might mean somethin’ to you (it ain’t nothin’ to me)
//
Everyone has a message (it ain’t nothin’ to me)
For avoiding the wreckage (it ain’t nothin’ to me)
Got gypsies at home watchin’ Jerry Falwell on TV
Might mean somethin’ to you (it ain’t nothin’ to me)
Oh, nothin’ to me (it ain’t nothin’ to me)
It ain’t nothin’ to me (it ain’t nothin’ to me)
Yeah (it ain’t nothin’ to me)
Absolutely (it ain’t nothin’ to me)
Infinitum
(It ain’t nothin’ to me)
Oh yes, that’s really somethin’
(It ain’t nothin’ to me)
(It ain’t nothin’ to me)
(It ain’t nothin’ to me)
Oh yes, that’s really somethin’
(It ain’t nothin’ to me)
(It ain’t nothin’ to me)
“It Ain’t Nothing To Me”
– Tom Petty
Miniscule changes happen as
Rapidly as catastrophic ones
What meaning that you assign
To those changes is up to you
It is all a part of a collective
Mind construct to have
Experiences of meaning and
Meaning of experiences
“That is my best guess,
I have no clue…….”
– Angelo Devlin
There is no proof
Of anything
Only concepts that
Substantiate beliefs
Putting information
In a book or on a blog
Or in a meme or in stone
Doesn’t prove anything
It only “proves” the
Information is somewhere
Which ironically is not proof
If the internet goes down,
A book gets destroyed
Or stones get crushed
The proof is as good as gone
The only proof then is in this
Perceived temporary moment
Ironically, it disappears
The moment it shows up
POOF, there goes your proof
“Hold onto nothing
As fast as you can, “
– Tori Amos
“Pretty Good Year”
Books and imagination
Seem to be the biggest culprits
Of substantiating beliefs
Because if you question some
You will soon realize
That you have none
The best that one can do
Is conjecture a belief
Surround by perceptions
Inflate the ideation that
The unknowable is real
Break it down to its very
Nonexistent core
To understand that
The only thing that exists in
This moment
Is this moment
(Cogito, ergo sum)
“I think, therefore I am.”
– René Descartes
Conclusion
When I stop thinking,
I won’t be here.
Is almost always
Some version
Of a larger truth
Or no truth at all
Merely perceptions
Based on various
Timely indoctrinations
If you learn that
The color red is red, then
You accept that as red
Yet, if you were presented
A scaled color palette
Of which red is “red”
Compared it to other’s
Understanding of “red”
It would probably differ
Even if one pixel or pigment
Was classified by “authority”
As the one and only true “red”
I know, I’ll ask “artificial intelligence.”
What is the color red?
“Red is a color—specifically one of the primary colors in light and art. It sits at the long-wavelength end of the visible spectrum (around 620–750 nanometers), which is why it appears bold and vivid to our eyes.”
– AI
Great, anything else?
“Physics
Red is light with a relatively long wavelength in the visible spectrum.
That means when light in roughly that range reaches your eyes, your brain interprets it as “red.”
Biology
Your retina contains cone cells that respond to different ranges of light. Red strongly stimulates the “long-wavelength” cones (often called L-cones), and the brain combines those signals into the experience of redness.
Psychology
Red tends to grab human attention quickly. It is commonly associated with:
danger
urgency
passion
warmth
power
That’s why stop signs, warning lights, hearts, and sports cars are often red.
Culture
Different cultures attach different meanings to red:
In many Western contexts: love, warning, intensity
In parts of Asia: luck, celebration, prosperity
In religion and mythology: sacrifice, vitality, life force, or royalty
Philosophy
Some philosophers use red as an example of a qualia — the private inner feeling of experience.”
– AI
Finally, a point to make my useless point
“You can measure wavelengths scientifically, but the actual experience of “what red looks like” exists only in consciousness.
Even if two people both call something “red,” we can not directly prove they internally experience it the exact same way.”
– AI
It is if AI was reading my prepared post.
So that I may “know” the “truth”
Still, it presented back
Nothing representing “red”
“All of that
Which has reality
Has no basis
In reality, “
– Angelo Devlin
Everything happens
For a reason
What we make of that
Is our decision
It could be for
The good or bad
Fit to be tied
Or make you glad
The same event
Viewed differently
Can change one’s
Perception entirely
“Bad luck” may have
Prevented worse luck
“Good luck” might
Stave off the best luck
Which might not have
Been lucky at all
If getting to the top
Leads to a great fall
At least one for which
One is not entirely ready
To balance their ascent
Making sure they are steady
Maybe yes, maybe no
“Long ago, there was a widowed Chinese farmer. The farmer and his only son labored through the cold winds of winter and scorching rays of summer with their last remaining horse. One day, the son didn’t lock the gate of the stable properly, and the horse bolted away.
When neighbors learned what happened, they came to the farmer and said, “What a sadness this is! Without your horse, you’ll be unable to maintain the farm. What a failure that your son did not lock the gate properly! This is a great tragedy!”
The farmer replied, “Maybe yes, maybe no.”
The next day, the missing horse returned to the farmer’s stable, bringing along with it six wild horses. The farmer’s son locked the gate of the stable firmly behind all seven horses.
When neighbors learned what happened, they came to the farmer and said, “What happiness this brings! With seven horses, you’ll be able to maintain the farm with three of them and sell the rest for huge profits. What a blessing!”
The farmer replied, “Maybe yes, maybe no.”
The next day the farmer’s son was breaking in one of the wild horses. The son got thrown from the horse, fell hard on rocks, and broke his leg.
When neighbors learned what happened, they came to the farmer and said, “What a great sadness this is! Now, you’ll be unable to count on your son’s help. What a failure to break in the horse properly! What a tragedy!”
The farmer replied, “Maybe yes, maybe no.”
The next day, a general from the Imperial Chinese Army arrived to conscript all the young men of the village into the army. Their assignment was to fight on the front lines of a battle against a terrifying enemy of overwhelming force. The farmer’s son, because of his broken leg, was not taken.
When neighbors learned what happened, they came to the farmer and said, “What a great joy! Your son avoided facing certain death on the front lines of the battle. What a blessing!”
The farmer replied, “Maybe yes, maybe no.”
“I am determined to be cheerful and happy in whatever situation I may find myself. For I have learned that the greater part of our misery or unhappiness is determined not by our circumstance but by our disposition.”
– Martha Washington
“I must love my enemy
For I am
My own worst enemy.”
– Angelo Devlin
Recalling a previous moment or
Anticipating a future moment
Is a lost moment to experience
The momentary moment one is in
Which only lasts a brief moment
Probably because it is difficult
Dare I say, completely impossible
To remain in any short moment
Shorter than a fraction of a second
Yet, there is fluidity between each,
Connected to every single moment
All combined, to experience any
Particular moment which is
Seemingly made up of particles
While being observed in the moment
When they are not waiting as waves
Waiting their moment to be watched
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
I was paranoid
It might be comforting
To imagine that
Someone or anything
Was out to get me
Clearly
That is not happening
Everyone leaves me
To my own devices
Or perhaps …vices or
Just this device that
Is used to give
My fingers free rein
To transfer thoughts
From skull to screen
For no purpose that
I can think of, save some
Temporary entertainment
Mine definitely
Yours, hopefully
The following was being developed for a separate post, but it seemed to fit here, so this is where I put it,
Whilst driving down a desert highway, I saw the following four signs, in between a pasture fence and the road. So, to my best perception, it was on public land. They were low to the ground, yet large enough to read. Hand painted and homemade. They must have been placed there recently, for they were not weather worn or faded. It read as follows…
DEEP
STATE
YOU’RE IN
PRISON
Without commas or sponsorship, I was left to my own thinking to decipher for miles, its meaning. Is the Deep State in prison? Am I in prison, in the Deep State? If I am in prison and I get to drive down the highway, enjoying the view and thinking, how might I extend my incarceration? Where are the wardens, fences, and guard towers? Will good or bad driving keep me out here?
A few miles down the road, it occurred to me that the person who painted those signs, probably a dude, is suffering from several delusions. That somehow warning others of his self-imposed sentence will free him from his shackles.
“If I could wave my magic wand
I’d set everybody free.”
“Presto”
– Rush
Free to be aware that, as an anthropomorphic form, due to a conglomeration of temporary moving molecules, has some sort of consciousness. With at least five primary senses to subjectively sense the world around me, in order for it to barely make some sort of vague sense.
Thankfully, perhaps due to this most likely incorrect perception, I may be aware that my actions contribute to the concept of a “Deep State”, that I could live in fear of. Or, just be aware that I am also its co-creator * and go about my day. Enjoying as best I can each moment that manifests after the last moment moves on.
“Deep State :
An alleged secret network of especially non-elected government officials and sometimes private entities (as in the financial services and defense industries) operating extra legally to influence and enact government policy”
– m-w.com
“George Carlin famously argued that a formal, secret conspiracy (or a “deep state” in the modern vernacular) is unnecessary to control society because the interests of the powerful already align.
His analysis, particularly in Life Is Worth Losing (2005), proposed that the real owners—wealthy business interests—don’t need to meet in backrooms because they went to the same universities, sit on the same boards, and belong to the same country clubs.
Key Aspects of the “Convergence of Interests” Argument:
• No Meetings Required: “They don’t need to call a meeting. They know what’s good for them and they’re getting it. “
• The Illusion of Choice: Carlin argued that the public is given the illusion of choice in politics and consumer goods, while the actual power structure is fixed.
• The “Big Club”: He famously claimed, “It’s a big club, and you ain’t in it,” describing the ruling elite as owners who control the media, Congress, and the courts.
• Converging Interests: The system works because all these individuals “have like interests,” allowing them to move in the same direction without a conspiratorial plot.
Carlin’s perspective was that the system is not a secret, but rather “in your face,” relying on the public being too distracted or “asleep” to recognize the exploitation.”
– AI
* co-creator assumes taking responsibility for the mess most people like to point their fingers at and blame. When it is the collective us, that creates it.
Mostly based on the greedy relentless narcissistic desire of….
I WANT IT. NOW.
(Big burger corporations do not destroy rainforests, because they can. Rainforests are destroyed because the collective agrees to pay them to do it as the populace wants a slaughtered cow on a bun and they want it fast, along with some chemically altered potatoes vaguely representing a french fry loaded with salt, to be washed down the gullet into the overworking gut, by some other unhealthy sugary or sacharin soda.)
I want happiness now. Takes on so many forms. The primary ones being food, fuel, vanity, and entertainment.
Hungry ? There are so many apps. You can sit on your couch and click away, then shortly, magically, food appears. Not quite instantly, but you know “they” are working on it.
Overweight ? There is a pill, or a shot, or surgery that will correct that. Not quite instantly, but you know “they” are working on it.
Ugly ? Or at least, feel you are ugly because the mass marketers have easily found a myriad of malignant ways to make you think that. All so “they” can sell you lotions, potions, creams, foot, face, skin, hair, teeth, nails. Covering every surface of the you, that is not you, but rather the you that the external world sees. Even the “you,” you see in the mirror.
Not the ghost in the machine. That is the real you. The spirit that intrinsically knows its own divine, connected with all of infinity nature. That uniquely understands that …..
“Life down here is just a strange illusion.”
“Hallowed Be Thy Name”
– Iron Maiden
“We’re all the same…
So if you think your life is complete confusion
Because your neighbors got it made
Just remember that it’s a Grand illusion
And deep inside, we’re all the same.
We’re all the same…”
” The Grand Illusion”
– Styx
Bored ? Need to be across the country, you can be anywhere in usually five to eight hours, all you have to do is remove your shoes, walk through a magno-something-or-other, place yourself in a faux torture position, while the wand waving guards allow you through.
I only wish I could have made this shorter to convey the same message if there even is one here.
“Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering. “
– Yoda
“The Phantom Menace”
Looking at the world through a windshield. 