Minimal Research

Of two connected non sequiturs

Raped by this dimension
Born without my consent *
Having been thrown out of
The spiritual green room for
Asking too many questions

“Lost the love of heaven above
Chose the lust of the earth below”

– Iron Maiden

So now I’m stuck here and
No one is sending me back
Knowing if I do it myself
I’ll have to keep coming back
Only to ask more questions

Which is apparently what
Got me here in the first place

I can only console myself
In the knowing that
Nobody else knows why
They are here either
Except to be crass constant
Consumers of consumption

“Mother Earth raped again.
Hey-y-y-y-y-y
She was asking for it”

– George Carlin

Wearing a white hat, a brown top with green sleeves and a deep blue dress. She is hot and getting hotter with age. A cosmic natural beauty, violated by man (not so) kind. Exhausting her fragile resources. That in an overwhelming acceleration of bruises and scars continues to be harder to recover from.

Until she (the planet) decides “to shake us off like a bad case of fleas.” – George Carlin

Search and watch “The Planet Is Fine”

With minimal research
My best understanding
Is that we are “here”
To serve each other

Not sure how mining, deforestation, overfishing, building stuff to bury stuff in different locations is going to “serve”.

“You’re gonna have to serve
Somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody”

– Bob Dylan

Not sure what that entails
(Certainly this blog is
Not helping anyone)
But I often wonder what
Have I done to “serve”

Not sure if it is humility
Or just a skewed view
That anything I have done
Has served any one

From the narcissistic
Cheap seats
Everything appears
To be serving me

If I help
A little old lady
Cross the street

That serves me
By spiking
My serotonin

Which leads back
To me having
Only served me

Sidewalk to sidewalk
Is only a byproduct of a
Physical transference


“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”

– Angelo Devlin


*
I didn’t ask to
Be here.
Someone created me.
Yes, I know that’s a selfish thing.
It’s a selfish thing.

But you know what?
I’ve cared about other stuff,
And, yeah, me not caring about stuff
Will, affect it as much
As me caring about stuff
Which is
None.

– Doug Stanhope