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”
Everything that you
Think you know
Will dissipate and
Dissappear into the ether
The same goes for everything
That you believe you believe
Or think that you believe
Eventually, it will not be what
It is right now in this moment
So ask yourself questions
What, who, and when am I
Clinging to these perceptions
Also, how, and why?
The most significant being
WHY?
Does whatever (X)
Have meaning now?
When eventually it won’t
Because eventually
“You” won’t be here
At least not in the form
That holds your
Individual consciousness
That at this moment
Deciphers meaning
If you choose to assign it
What you want it to “mean”
No objective perspective
Will concur collectively
Save some reassuring
Glad-handing of some sort
Is “reality” reality or
The “dreams” of reality “reality”
Perhaps reality is just a dream
Just woke up from a “dream”
That seemed “real”
Who is to say it was or wasn’t
Either way, it resolved
An “awake” issue that
Needed to be solved
Eventually making
Similar problems go away
So, eventually, I can meld
Back as one with the
Collective consciousness
Until such non-existent time
I choose another athropomorphic
Subjective perspective to have
Experiences I decide to experience
“Infinite Dreams”
“Infinite dreams, I can’t deny them
Infinity is hard to comprehend
I couldn’t hear those screams
Even in my wildest dreams
Suffocation waking in a sweat
Scared to fall asleep again
In case the dream begins again
Someone chasing, I can not move
Standing rigid, a nightmare’s statue
What a dream when will it end
And will I transcend?
Restless sleep the minds in turmoil
One nightmare ends another fertile
It’s getting to me so scared to sleep
But scared to wake now, in too deep.
Even though it’s reached new heights
I’d rather like the restless nights
It makes me wonder, it makes me think
There’s more to this. I’m on the brink
It’s not the fear of what’s beyond
It’s just that I might not respond
I have an interest, almost craving
But would I like to get too far in?
Can’t all be coincidence
Too many things are evident
You tell me you’re an unbeliever
Spiritualists? Well, me, I’m neither
Wouldn’t you like to know
The truth?
Oh, what’s out there to have the proof
And find out just which side
You’re on
Where would you end in Heaven or
In Hell?
Help me. Help me to find my true
Self without seeing the future
Save me, save me from torturing
Myself, even within my dreams
There’s got to be just more to it than this
Or tell me why do we exist
I’d like to think that when I die
I’d get a chance another time
And to return and live again
Reincarnate, play the game
Again and again and again.”
– Iron Maiden
Word bless Iron Maiden for
Iron Maiden’s words have blessed me
“The phantoms
Of our imagination
Are as real as the
Beliefs in our brain”
– Angelo Devlin
The good news …..
Infinity repeats
Itself infinitely
The bad news ……
Infinity repeats
Itself infinitely
In every direction
After each decision
Acted upon or not
Like a family tree
Reality branches off
Into possibilities
Of what next when
This happens now
If this occurs before
“Why” doesn’t even
Come into play
That is for each
Individual to make up
As they go along
Under the guise that
Everything happens
For a reason………..
Bwah hah ha he he ho ho
Chuckle snort guffaw
Reason is something that
The collective made up
To satiate individual egos
For in infinity, there is no
Objective reason for anything
Save for experiencing
Something to be experienced
Then, after that, experiences
Go on and on and on and on…..
So, to make your
Own kind of news
To be experienced
From every view
While following time’s arrow
Good, bad, or indifferent
Is to live in each moment
“We teach best,
What we need to learn,
Most ourselves.”
– Richard Bach
“All of that
Which has reality
Has no basis
In reality, “
– Angelo Devlin
Is my new favorite
Five finger mantra
Which lets me know that
I must be alive
It never gets old
Every time I say
I love this moment
Everything has changed
Every little tiny thing
Is in a different place
Likewise linear time
Has followed its arrow
It started off by catching
Myself, when I’m aware
That I am angry, which is
Juxtaposed with love
Therein lies the breakthrough
By immediately becoming
Aware of my agitation
I love this moment
Can instantly change it
I love this moment
With optimism and foresight
To anything else, even if
I have to rerepeat it
I love this moment
I love this moment
I love this moment
The awareness brings change
Love puts me in control
For I could also say
I hate this moment
But in a brief trial
That aligns with being a
Victim of circumstances
Reinforcing victimhood
Which suggests something
Outside of me is responsible
For my happiness or peace
The aforesaid is never the case
For it focuses on the now
That is so incredibly brief
Brief doesn’t even begin to
Describe the infinitesimally short
Fractional tiny minute moment
In which absolutely everything
Has moved instantaneously
Always in all ways from each
Individual molecules moving
Within the collective, whatever
To the thing itself moving
Changing adapting evolving
Creating, decaying, entropying
Oddly enough, for that “brief” moment
I become immersed in time itself
While nothing actually “stops”
I love this moment
Puts me in touch with infinity
An oldie, but a goody.
“Give you an example, there’s a moment coming, it’s not here yet, it’s still on the way, it’s in the future, it hasn’t arrived, here it comes, here it is, oh, shit, it’s gone.
There’s no now, there’s no now, everything is the near future or the recent past. But, there’s no present. Welcome to the present, whoosh, gone again. It’s just so imprecise.”
– George Carlin
Of perceived reality
Perhaps, could not
Happen fast enough
For it is not as it seems
And yet it is cracked up
To be exactly as it is….
Every incredible nuance
There to be experienced
Heat, light, sound, touch,
Taste, smell, projections,
Recollections, interpretations,
Desires, regrets, wishes, hope,
Euphoria, despair, loneliness,
Food, water, alcohol, drugs,
Music, silence, noise, sleep,
Snoring, waking, farting, burping,
Laughing, crying, anger, pain,
Birth, death, cycled and recycled
How could one possibly want
Any of those to dissolve?
Besides, what would it disintegrate into?
Creating while entropy occurs
With materials and thoughts
That conceivably do not exist
Everything is moving so fast
Or seemingly not at all
“Dreaming about some kind of life
We say it could have been different
But it wasn’t because we weren’t.”
“Rich Man’s War”
– John Trudell
Ouch.
With no one to blame
But the person in the mirror.
“I write to expunge the darkness
So that someday
Light may shine through”
– Angelo Devlin
Death is viewed as a strange
Necessary means to an end
Murder has no consequence
Save solving someone’s problem
No investigation, no clean-up
No punishment, no harm, no foul
Just bang bang bang, bang bang, with
Ridiculously impossible accuracy
When the main characters shoot
Missing the broad side of a barn
When the disposable characters do
As far as the plot goes
Death disappears like a fart in an
Elevator with two people there
Everyone knows who did it
No one mentions anything
Manifesting detachment
From a one-dimensional view
Whilst living in a “4D” world
The product that is sold
As seen on TV is that
Not only is murder OK
It is easy to get away with
No conscious awareness
No repercussions
No remorse……meanwhile
Some people somewhere
Have to do the dirty work
On the set of real “reality”
Bring the barely alive to the hospital
Have coroners freeze the evidence
Families weeping burying their dead
Plotting revenge or learning to forgive
Those are the parts never shown
“You see it in their faces
The saddness in their tears
The desperation and the anger
Madness and the fear
No hope, no life, just pain and fear”
“Childhood’s End”
– Iron Maiden
Hollywood is not to blame
It is the audience’s fault
Hungering for those detached solutions
With the increasing likelihood
Since there are so many
Daily murders to solve
The solution to cold cases
Are reaching absolute zero
Distancing themselves from judgment
Save from a soar neck by constantly
Looking over their shoulder
“The persons and events in this motion picture are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons or events is unintentional.”
Well, no 💩.
Entropy thrives
“As soon as you’re born
You are dying. ”
– Iron Maiden
Without even trying
From your first
Non-liquid breath
Up until even
After your death
Molecules go
About their day
Restoring or
Disintegrating
In every way
What are you to do
Except experience
Each moment, too
It is harder
Than it sounds
Like a boxing match
With infinite rounds
Consider
That life goes on infinitely
While occurring instantly
Each moment and thought
Action and consequence
Happening simultaneously
Yet, somehow, following
Time’s unstoppable arrow
Would that be a bitter pill
That’s hard to swallow or
A reasonable answer to
The age-old question
Why are we here?
To experience each
Infinite experience
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
I love word(s)
I love infinity
For WORD
Gives us infinity
Allowing us to
Grapple with
The incongruity of
Perceived reality
Knock on wood
The door seems
Solid as wood
But we know
It is, and it is not
Since even vague
Atomic awareness
Recalls how each
Atom ⚛️ is working
Protons and neutrons
Surrounded by
An electron cloud
Made up of……get this
Mostly empty space
And unlike the
Made up Matrix
That we are batteries
To power the machine
That controls us
Me, you, and a
Dog named boo
– Lobos
Along with doors
Batteries and machines
Thoughts and empty space
Are made up of a
A conglomeration of
Cooperating atoms
Called consciousness
In order to experience
“Reality” for the sake
Of having experiences
Not to learn lessons
Or burn through Karma
Right repulsive wrongs
Relive past lives or
Pay a devilish debt
Saving your soul
Merely have experiences
Infinitely forever since there
Was no impractical start
Likewise impossible finish
Since neither fit in infinity
Strangely, there is no room
For such non sense, nonsense
“Don’t fight the Matrix,
Experience it.”
– Angelo Devlin
Looking at the world through a windshield. 