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No Plan

May 24, 2021

Just like the divine plan
This post has no blueprint or direction
Just a mish-mash of thoughts
Strung loosely together from
Thoughts floating through my cranium
After a ride over a river over bridges
No Plan
Situations and circumstances
Perceived through the lens of
Linear mutual appreciation
Seeking to maybe understand
Holograms within holograms
As testaments of experience
Which is bizarrely a much better
Explanation of a shared reality
Then to easily dismiss it away
As something that a “God” did
At some point many individuals
Were taught or led to believe
That an omniscient invisible man
Floating in abysmal darkness
“Created” you, me and all we see
When logic, reason, faith and science
Prove otherwise that what is “here”
Has always been here, just changes
Its shape through the miraculous
Observations and sensory touch
Of waves and particles interchanging
This occured to me while crossing
Over a river several times plus
Seeing it along the highway with
Eroding banks and high water marks
With the contemplation of the notion
Click clacking in the back of my head
That an invisible man with a “plan”
Made all that is in just under a “weak”
Though that “time” frame only applies
To the third rock from the sun as that
Time frame would differ greatly from
Say a Saturian or Mercurial perspective
Or perhaps a galaxy far far away
While it may be crassly egotistical
To think that a mere spark of the divine
Has possibly more insight than God
It just seems that if all this attribution
Is blindly given to a supernatural power
It ought make at least a modicum of sense
The contention being that a better
Understanding will not hinder freewill
Coded messages by words translated
Or given by self appointed messengers
Are hardly the blueprints of a divine plan
Blueprints supercede linguistic barriers
So each individual knows their role in
Accomplishing their task, not something
Derived from ancient languages rewritten
Reworded recontextualized or omitted
What survives out of those redacted and
Heavily edited Kingly cooked books
Do not serve well the leftovers of the
Globalcidal drowning of the first batch
Whether our home is 12,000 years old
Or 4.5 Billion years (quite the discrepancy)
Its perfection is being a self correcting
* System all by itself without any fingers
Guiding one iota of any “idealistic”
“Fatalistic” or “reasoned” outcomes
God is not shaking the ground
Blowing mobile homes around or
Moving excess water from the clouds
Because he’s angry with anyone’s
Sexual proclivity, politics, epidermis hue
Criminal behavior or saintly conduct
Why? As George Carlin might say…..
He simply doesn’t give a shit
After all If the perfection is in the flaws
Then the creation is not perfect at all
This is where the river “created” this post
As “man” did not “create” the river, “God” did
The river’s flow is now severely much slower
Not seasonally mind you, generationally
As the high water marks are no longer high
Is God responsible hmmm, noooooo
We are, all because we haven’t lifted a
Finger, batted an eye lash or given rest
To our collective reproductive organs
To do anything to protect God’s / our earth
The irony is not lost on the whimsical wish
Of wanting to leave a better world for their
Children by having more children does not
Leave a better world for any children
Regardless of their parents bank statement
Or high mansion walls, once you are gone
It merely compounds the problems on
The toxicity of water, manufacturing of
Nutritionless food, overfished oceans
Ravaged Rainforests and regular ones
Raped landscapes where rich people
“Escape” to on the backs of the people
Who can’t afford to live anywhere near
(That’s another post for another time)
Since we are all microcosms of infinity
Perceiving the external as the internal
“Should” be a snap like moving fingers
Perpendicularly opposed creating sound
In an instant like the moment just enough
Space dust coagulates to give rise to the
Birth of a galaxy like the one you are in now
Which if some of the spherical stones
Form in the Goldilocks zone at the “right”
Distance from the burning sphere of
Gaseous radiation the rivers will
Once again ebb and flow to their
Own course in concert with gravity
One can not exercise their God given
Freewill if they can not divine choices
Of selected outcomes of their freewill
If the default notion can if not always
Reverts to the fail-safe excuse / reason
Of of it must have been God’s will
How convenient
This is click clacking in my head too
“Trillions and trillions of prayers every day asking and begging and pleading for favors. ‘Do this’ ‘Gimme that’ ‘I want a new car’ ‘I want a better job’. And most of this praying takes place on Sunday. His day off. And I say fine, pray for anything you want. Pray for anything.

But…what about the divine plan? Remember that? The divine plan. Long time ago God made a divine plan. Gave it a lot of thought. Decided it was a good plan. Put it into practice. And for billion and billions of years the divine plan has been doing just fine.
Now you come along and pray for something. Well, suppose the thing you want isn’t in God’s divine plan. What do you want him to do? Change his plan? Just for you? Doesn’t it seem a little arrogant? It’s a divine plan.
What’s the use of being God if every run-down schmuck with a two dollar prayer book can come along and fuck up your plan?
And here’s something else, another problem you might have; suppose your prayers aren’t answered. What do you say?
‘Well it’s God’s will. God’s will be done.’ Fine, but if it is God’s will and he’s going to do whatever he wants to anyway; why the fuck bother praying in the first place? Seems like a big waste of time to me. Couldn’t you just skip the praying part and get right to his will?”
-George Carlin,
“You Are All Diseased”

“The planet isn’t going anywhere… we are! We’re going away! Pack your shit folks! We’re going away and we won’t leave much of a trace either, thank God for that… maybe a little styrofoam… maybe… little styrofoam.
The planet will be here, we’ll be long gone; just another failed mutation; just another closed-end biological mistake; an evolutionary cul-de-sac. The planet will shake us off like a bad case of fleas, a surface nuisance.
The planet will be here for a long, long, LONG time after we’re gone and it will heal itself, it will cleanse itself cause that’s what it does. It’s a self-correcting system. The air and the water will recover, the earth will be renewed, and if it’s true that plastic is not degradable, well, the planet will simply incorporate plastic into a new paradigm: The Earth plus Plastic.”

– George Carlin
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin

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