We Act Like

We are divided

But we are not

We think like

We are separate

But we are not

We pretend as if

We can own things

People, places, ideas

But we can not



It is all magical

Mystical, and yet

Our constrained brain

Wants to put it

In a frame

Narrowed down

To two categories

Of deep delusion




One that makes use

Of the notion that an

Invisible man, obviously

Unknown to scale

Floating in the ether

Above existing water

Decides to create the

Cosmos and all it includes

In just a measly seven days

Without having an

Arbiter elegantiarum to

Calculate what a day is

Quickly becoming a plurality

Genesis 1:26

“Then God said, “Let us make

mankind in our image, in our likeness. “



Ooopsie

Did God have a mouse in his pocket?




The other end of the scale

Wants to make use of a useless theory

Hedging their bullshit bet

On one miraculous miracle that

All came from nothing / no thing



“Terrence McKenna had a very funny thing that he said about science.

He said, “Science wants you to believe, that it’s all about measurement and reason, if you allow them one miracle.”

That one miracle is the big bang. That all things come from the most preposterous idea ever, that everything came from nothing and one big miracle.”

– Joe Rogan



“The ultimate singularity is the Big Bang, which physicists believe was responsible for the birth of the universe. We are asked by science to believe that the entire universe sprang from nothingness, at a single point, and for no discernible reason.

This notion is the limit case for credulity. In other words, if you can believe this, you can believe anything. It is a notion that is, in fact, utterly absurd, yet terribly important. Those so-called rational assumptions flow from this initial impossible situation.

Western religion has its own singularity in the form of the apocalypse, an event placed not at the beginning of the universe but at its end. This seems a more logical position than that of science.

If singularities exist at all, it seems easier to suppose that they might arise out of an ancient and highly complexified cosmos, such as our own, than out of a featureless and dimensionless mega-void.”

― Terence McKenna, True Hallucinations



Meanwhile, all the actual evidence

Points to “us”, all 8 billion of us alive

From a previous 100 or so dead billion

Hurling through the cosmos on a planet

Spinning at break neck speed without

A consciousness of Gaia consciousness

That in and of itself is the miracle

We ought to be cherishing in while

Being amazed for the sake of being amazed





“Ever wonder why we’re fucked up as a species?”


– Bill Hicks



When our existence itself is predicated

On believing either or both stories of BS

As an underlying way to make it through the day

Instead of acting like every breath is amazing

Every sight is incredible, every sound is awesome

Any form of coherent communication is wild

Inasmuch as speaking or writing a thought

Can make any sense at all to another recipient



Me


I sleep much better at night

Not knowing how I sleep at all

That my functions function without

Any direction from a “conscious” me

Digesting alleged nutrition

With stomach acids that can

Dissolve metal but not me

Filter out toxins that probably not

Ought to have been ingested anyway

All so that I might “wake” up and

Write the nonsense you are reading now



FYI

There is no beginning act and there is no final show

Earth is just a stage in which we enter and exit

To form rehearse perform and perfect our act

While waiting in the wings to go on before

Paying attention to cues as to when to exit

Or if horrified by the part, leave early from the stage



“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 via Shakespeare