Word is the source
For all of the words
Word is the art
In the artist
Word is the paint
In the painter
Word is the business
In the business owner
Word is the truck
In the truck driver
Word is the dance
In the dancer
Word is the me
In all meanings
Word is the I
In the individual
Word is the perception
In the perceived separation
So that the I (you and me)
Can understand Word
Always evolving as a whole
Never beginning
Never ending
If infinity expands
Into the infinite
Isn’t it already infinite ?
“The Word already existed.
The Word was with God, and the Word was God.”
John 1:1
Word is the infinite
In infinity mirrors
Word is the wasted
In wasted years
“Wasted Years”
– Iron Maiden
“From the coast of gold across the seven seas
I’m travellin’ on far and wide
But now it seems
I’m just a stranger to myself
And all the things I sometimes do
It isn’t me but someone else
I close my eyes, and think of home
Another city goes by in the night
Ain’t it funny how it is
You never miss it ’til it’s gone away
And my heart is lying there
And will be ’til my dying day
So understand
Don’t waste your time always searching for those wasted years
Face up… make your stand
And realise you’re living in the golden years
Too much time on my hands, I got you on my mind
Can’t ease this pain so easily
When you can’t find the words to say
It’s hard to make it through another day
And it makes me wanna cry
And throw my hands up to the sky
So understand
Don’t waste your time always searching for those wasted years
Face up… make your stand
And realise you’re living in the golden years”
– Iron Maiden
With just enough room
For more perfection
Like the forever half-space
Between Michelangelo’s
Hand of man to hand of God
The best of the best
Can always get better
With an infinite amount
Of time to be more perfect
Infinity divided by two
Equals infinity
Therefore, you have all
Of non-existent time
To be even more perfect
Especially when you are……
“Caught Somewhere In Time”
“If you had the time to lose
An open mind and time to choose
Would you care to take a look
Or can you read me like a book?
Time is always on my side
Time is always on my side
Can I tempt you, come with me
Be Devil may care, fulfill your dream
If I said I’d take you there
Would you go, would you be scared?
Time is always on my side
Time is always on my side
Don’t be afraid, you’re safe with me
Safe as any soul can be honestly
Just let yourself go
Caught somewhere in time
Caught somewhere in time”
– Iron Maiden
Practice makes perfect
“1 a. being entirely without fault or defect: FLAWLESS”
– M-W.COM
Is someone somewhere still trying to build a better mouse trap?
According to AI….
Yes, the quest to build a better mousetrap is still very active. With over 4,400 patents—making it the most frequently invented device in U.S. history—the U.S. Patent Office still receives dozens of applications each year
“If a man write a better book, preach a better sermon, or make a better mouse-trap than his neighbor, tho’ he build his house in the woods, the world will make a beaten path to his door.”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson
What if it was you that
Assembled your self
Yourself
Everything that made you
And constantly does
Comes from what
Is already here
In infinite infinity
Challenging the notion
That you or anything else
Was created
Like a magician pulling
A dove out of thin air or
A rabbit out of the hat
The dove and the rabbit
By concealment
Are already there
So is everything else
Therefore, you get
What you expect by
Faith and anticipation
Like that one spermatizoa
Determined to get to the egg
Nothing assembles from scratch
Which makes you already a part
Of everything that is infinitely here
Dr. Wayne Dyer described it as
Being a microscopic dot
That has neither beginning or end
Like the universe and infinity itself
Making you the pilot of the
Autonomous anthropomorphic
Vehicle you chose from the
Divine parental dealership
Every outcome deconstructed
Would seem to then suggest
That it came about by faith
By assembling the you, you are
On the world’s stage, done with mirrors
“All the world’s indeed a stage
And we are merely players
Performers and portrayers
Each another’s audience
Outside the gilded cage, “
“Limelight”
– Rush
“We have assembled inside,
This ancient and insane theater
To propagate our lust for life,
And flee the swarming
Wisdom of the streets.
Ooh great creator (assembler) of being
Grant us one more hour,
To perform our art
And perfect our lives.”
“Ghost Song”
– Jim Morrison
Working together
At cross purposes
Towards a higher
Spiritual evolution
Advancing the whole
For new experiences
Some things are
Okay not to know
For if perchance
You did actually know
Let’s say the makeup
Of the entire universe
Who is going to
Believe you anyway
Let alone yourself
If one concedes, they
Believe what is taught
They are not doing the
Job they came here for
Answers can not be found
Without good questions
Besides, the answers change
Based on new circumstances
I am the infinite
In the infinity
Infinity is the
Infinite in me
“All matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves.”
– Bill Hicks
All 8 Billion solipsists
Are all just going
Along for the ride
“It’s just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one.”
– Bill Hicks
Meanwhile
A solipsist walks into a bar…..
Says to the bartender
” I never thought I’d see you here.”
The bartender replies
“Of course you did.”
I just love that solipsism can be
Neither proven nor disproven ……
Ironically, the same goes for “love”
“That is my best guess,
I have no clue…….”
– Angelo Devlin
“We are the imagination of ourselves.”
– Bill Hicks
Existence exists because
It is / was thought to exist
And I am okay with that
I think I exist. Therefore, I must
Everything else exists because
The collective whole is
Participating in an agreement
Of an infinite mind construct
To subjectively experience
Itself for the sake of having
Experiences and nothing besides
Perhaps meaning, but even that
Is subjective, for what is meaning
“3: significant quality:
Implication of a hidden or special significance”
– m-w.com
What is the meaning of a flower?
Nothing and everything yet
It all depends on the context
Of how the flower is observed
Location, intention, color, size
Meanwhile, it possesses everything
The universe is made of
Unique to itself and also
Reflective of the whole
For like you
It is made up of molecules
Participating as a flower
By the agreement that the
Collective whole has agreed to
From its seed to its maturity
To its entropy and decomposition
It is what it is, and so are you
At least temporarily
“You have nothing in your hands. Any power you have comes to you, from far beyond. Everything is fixed, and you can’t change it.”
JC
“Jesus Christ Super Star”
After listening to more of
“Three Magic Words” by
Uuell S Anderson
That quote is making more sense
At least deeper in a fresh context
“I have faith, I exist.
If that is granted, then
Everything else is possible.”
– Angelo Devlin
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
Looking at the world through a windshield. 