Of childhood wonder
Need not be lost in the
Protracted indoctrination
Of repetitive information
That answers
Unanswerable questions
With regurgitated, mostly
Hand me down bullshit
To satiate the ego of the
Alleged authority figures
Bestowing their “knowledge”
Upon their unsuspecting
Malleable open offspring
Via their Cronkite confidence
“And, that’s the way it is.”
End all be all question closer
Which then gets handed out
To various other “Authorities”
Because “because “they” said so”
Or such and such….is in a book
Since that response is easier
Then, re-asking the questions
That the inquisitive mind
Wants to know again and again
Over and over, till it, sorta knows
Whereas the preface could be
“To my best understanding, it is
Like this, but let us investigate”
Opening up a can of
Continuous questions
Drawing on endless conclusions
Then, mysterious wonder will
Never cease to question reality
Thankfully, after crossing the
Threshold of gaslighting parents
I found the wisdom of George Carlin
“Children should be taught to question everything. To question everything they read, everything they hear. Children should be taught to question authority.
Parents never teach their children to question authority because parents are authority figures themselves, and they don’t want to undermine their own bullshit inside the household.”
– George Carlin
Subsequently,
“I just think it is interesting to see how people act on their beliefs, you know what I mean. Because your beliefs are just that, they are just how you were taught and raised. That doesn’t make them real.”
– Bill Hicks
Also,
“I don’t even understand the connection with ‘died for your sins’. He died for your sin. Well, how does one affect the other? ‘I hit myself in the foot with a shovel for your mortgage’…”
– Doug Stanhope
If I am made up of molecules
Of those that are zipping around
Intertwined with molecules
That are of my adversary
Then I am them and
They are me, then what
Is all the fighting all about
Or, while looking at the
World through a windshield
You ponder that the “solid”
But see through glass is
Your window to the world
That the signpost up ahead
Gives you a speed limit and
Not the declaration that you
Have entered the Twilight Zone
Is likewise made of molecules
Coagulating as the illusion
Of a solid stationary sign
When nothing could be
Further from the truth, that it too
Is made up of moving molecules
In the agreed to mind construct
Of the unifying universal mind
So that one can play the game
To experience experiences for
The sake of the mystery
“All of that
Which has reality
Has no basis
In reality.”
– Angelo Devlin
Is about to begin
On the level of a
Paradigm shift
No one has ever
Experienced before
Where the actors
Become the audience
The puppeteers are
Now the players
Where the one who is
Allegedly amassing
A trillion dollars goes
Against the one percent
The billionaire puppeteers
As the Ninety-nine percent
Who have been fighting
Amongst themselves can now
All get along in a role reversal
Grab a soda and popcorn
See the billionaires scramble
To accept the logic of the
Trickle-down theory
Waiting for their crumbs
Of the leftovers from the one
Up and coming Trillionaire
The newly anointed audience
Will come together
Shake hands, share stories
Celebrate similarities, apologize
That they let desperate distractions
Get the best of them, forgetting that
Everyone is connected
To Gaia consciousness
Then, what will make the show short is that
The 99% will reach out to the 1% and the 1
Reach out with compassion
Not control with condemnation
To say look, we are all the same
Riding on the same sphere
Hurling through the cosmos
Let’s fix our spaceship because
We need to make it last for every one
Otherwise, the gig is up for all
“The Show Must Go On”
Empty spaces
What are we living for?
Abandoned places
I guess we know the score
On and on
Does anybody know what we are looking for?
Another hero
Another mindless crime
Behind the curtain
In the pantomime
Hold the line
Does anybody want to take it anymore?
Show must go on
Show must go on
Inside, my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on
Whatever happens
I’ll leave it all to chance
Another heartache
Another failed romance
On and on
Does anybody know what we are living for?
I guess I’m learning
I must be warmer now
I’ll soon be turning
‘Round the corner now
Outside, the dawn is breaking
But inside in the dark, I’m aching to be free
Show must go on
Show must go on
Inside, my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on
My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies
Fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die
I can fly, my friends
Show must go on
Show must go on
I’ll face it with a grin
I’m never giving in
On with the show
I’ll top the bill
I’ll overkill
I have to find the will to carry on with the show
On with the show
Show must go on
“Queen”
Of detachment
Is required to be human
In an inhumane world
An excessive quantity is
Necessary to connect
With all of humanity
On a molecular
Likewise, spiritual level
That no being
Or anything else is
Outside of one’s self
While not provably proveable
It is logically proveable
Everyone is riding on the same sphere
Breathing from the same available oxygen
Experiencing the same sun and moon
Regardless of how all came into being
From cosmic consciousness or
Imaginings from infinite infinity or
Beliefs in a benign and beneficial being or
Designed by a devilish deity
Pick your suspicion, nothing is proveable
Take away the books, lessons, indoctrinations
Close your eyes, slow your breathing, think
How have I come to be here, in this form
With abilities to see, hear, taste, smell, touch
Experience experiences for experiences sake
Read the ramblings of a random ranting blog
That starts off about certain detachments
Then closes involving complete connections
I wish I knew too, I do not
I just come up with a title for a concept,
A vague direction and like that old
Telephone book advertisement catchphrase
I let my fingers do the walking
When they get tired and rest
I look up to see where they’ve been
Find myself intrigued and amused
Then, with a certain amount of detachment
Make a few edits, then schedule to post
“I do not know
Where I am going
But I do know
I am moving forward. “
– Angelo Devlin
Of the universal mind
Is becoming a favorite
Phase of mine, whereas
An invisible gathering
Of sophisticated souls
Got together to make
A game that anyone
Could play as long as
They agreed to the rules
Set forth on the playing field of
Time, space, gravity, and light to
See, hear, taste, touch, smell
Balance, have thermoception
(Sense degrees of hot or cold)
Know nocioception (pain) and
Sense interoception (internal pain)
Absorb nutrients, expel waste
Have hunger, emit emotion
Respond to acceleration and
Centrifugal forces, yet not velocity*
Experience faith, hope, love, and laughter
Doubt, anger, hate, failure, and success
Learn a language, add numbers, hold a belief
Make, mistake, or manipulate a memory
Did I leave anything out? Probably.
Oh yeah. Hear one’s own voice, without ears.
Wow. We ought to thank Word
For constructing this game
From particles and waves
Having been “here” infinitely forever
That we might play such a precious game
I watched snow falling
And that somehow
The collective mind
Made up the rules that
There are no two snowflakes
Exactly alike, though
They look the same
In a cup of coffee
Still, they fell, and the
World looked peaceful
As I pondered what
It would have taken
To make the game
We are playing so that
Within that, we could
Experience an infinite
Number of realities
Based on perception
Narratives and notions
Limited but fun free will
Choose to act or
Wait in the green room
Forget lines or ad lib
Formate friends or foes
Hold, change, or discard opinions
Based on rumor, hearsay, and innuendo
Indoctrinated by parents or caretakers
Managed and manipulated by medias
So that by the childhood age of reason
One can doubt and question authority
Walk the razor’s edge tightrope of
Rebellion and resistance
Against acceptance and adherence
Also, known as the Red and Blue Pill
From “The Matrix” within this matrix
From a mystical Milton Bradley or
Holistic Hasbro or Particle Parker Brothers
Maybe a Narcissistic Nintendo
Solipsistic Sony, or Ethereal Electronic Arts
Matters not the manufacturer
You get to pick, change, or discard
Knowing how they all
Come from the same source
Word(s)
*
When you walk to the bathroom on an airplane
You do not realize you are moving at 600 miles per hour
But will utilize the basic and special senses
To get there and back to your seat. Crazy huh?
“I never wish to be right,
Only to be understood,
If you have questioned
Your beliefs. Then maybe,
I have done some good.”
– Angelo Devlin
Of any given momentary experience
Given that all experiences are momentary
They are just connected to time’s arrow
Still, they are loaded like a loaded question
With infinite individual intricacies imbued
By layers of doubt and confidence while
Simultaneously questioned and answered
For what caused them and what will they cause
It is fun to contemplate nuances infinite layers
However, time will not stand still, never, ever
So if you try and decipher an experience
Of its component parts that make it up
With its emotional factors and people involved
While trying to recall also, all the “matter” present
Let alone colors, sound, temperature, and light
Because as you think “back” in “time” to remember
What occurred, you get further and further away
Parts get missed, recollections become fuzzy
Besides, while mentally investigating an experience
You are constantly moving forward through new ones
When will those get their due process of nuances
But, let’s say you drive by a car accident
All together now, “you drive by a car accident”
Authorities and ambulances are already on scene
So, there is no need for you to pull over, and God forbid
Help, or get in the way, or just be a nosey Rosey
Stopping won’t stop you from opining on what
Happened, though it may be the furthest thing
From what actually occurred as you drive along
Saying to yourself or your passenger what
Must have caused it, texting, drinking, etc.
Never considering a blown steer tire or deer strike
Somehow, in one’s mind, it is the driver’s fault
Whole narratives emerge without concrete proof
Still, a story is told and repeated, while facts are absent
Save for its simplest reality that of a car accident
Ten people can drive by and have ten different stories
By time it hits a newspaper or news feed
The people who made up their own stories might
Easily and fairly assume that their version is closest
Now apply that logic to the current “train wreck”
Of chaos, collusion, and corruption, the collective is
Experiencing, all caught up in the confusion
Designed to detour itself away from its divinity
With evolving lazer pointer focused distractions
Because power knows it is losing its gross grip
We already know the content of those “files”
Just like we knew the content of Bush’s oil portfolio
Or any of the allegedly elected war criminals
To do their corporate master’s bidding to kill people
At deceptive democracy’s defenseless defense
Now step back a few thousand years and consider
Witnesses testimony of events that could only be
Passed down through rumor, gossip, and hearsay
Playing the telephone game before telephones existed
But now that information is in print, it is accepted as “fact.”
Give or take a few thousand reinterpretations and rewrites
Ooopsie
And just like the car accident
We gather and keep the information
Closest to our liking that suits and soothes
The moment we are in now
Because that is all we ultimately have
The nuances of this momentary experience
“The phantoms
Of our imagination
Are as real as the
Beliefs in our brain”
– Angelo Devlin
7 a: the expressed or manifested mind and will of God
– m-w.com
Word
Is God actualized
In form, materialized
A concept realized
All powerful
All knowing
Omniscient defined
1 : having infinite awareness, understanding, and insight
– m-w.com
In the most holy book
The dictionary
Even a digital one
Everything exists
Because of attachment
To words subjectively
Also, WORD objectively
“In the beginning, the Word already existed.
The Word was with God, and the Word was God.”
John 1:1
Everything is made up of WORD / Words
Which is where I find the most comfort
Not in the dictionary but rather the context
Of the content of all of the words cooperating
Simultaneously to manifest my reality
Subatomic particles, quarks, and neutrinos
Waves, rays, gasses, vacuums, and strings
Light, matter, telescopes, and microscopes
Stars, quasars, nebula, galaxies, and comets
Time, gravity, sight, sound, taste, touch, smell
Lungs, brains, heart, legs, feet, and fingers
Windshields, pavement, an air-ride seat, and tires
Radio, music, books, lyrics, silence and pillows
Family, home, patio, trees, shade, lawn, laughter
All in constant coordination to experience
Experiences for the sake of each experience
“All I want to do is learn to think like God.
All the rest is just details.”
– Einstein
No rules, no judgment, just experience
After all, the “Word” already existed
All ways, always, never created
Word is the singularity we are all a part of
That whole thermodynamic law thingy
Like energy, which is indestructable
Malleable, mysterious, and miraculous
Word’s soul / sole purpose
Is to be experienced
On earth. As it is……. In heaven
Here is where it sinks in
On earth.
As it is…….
In heaven *
“I think we’re part of a greater wisdom than we’ll ever understand, a higher order, call it what you want. Do you know what I call it? The Big Electron.
The Big Electron. Woooohhhh, woooohhhh, woooohhhh. It doesn’t punish, it doesn’t reward, it doesn’t judge at all. It just is, and so are we, for a little while.”
– George Carlin
I am but a puny piece of the big picture
However, can not emphasize enough
That it is there in black and white or
On my screen as white and black
Word already existed, and it always exists
How much more divinity does one need
To realize everything is connected to
WORD / words, context from content
There is no void of words anywhere
Even a void is filled with emptiness
Making the void, void of a void because
It is filled with something that is nothing
Empty space, vacant, hollow, open, etc.
* Heaven
“Let’s just think about this for a minute,”
– Bill Hicks
As one of millions of species riding along
On the Pale Blue Dot in the heavens, by default
We are in heaven, albeit traveling at high speed
Not so that one would immediately notice, though
Because collectively, we are distracted by nonsense
Keeping the allegedly most intelligent species
Killing itself, over its right to do so, how it sees fit
Or treating fellow space travelers poorly
Because words can be used to dehumanize some
Who may not be similar enough to others by
Using God / Words to disparage them for no reason
Save economic ones, fear, loathing, and greed
Superiority, misunderstanding, more compounded fear
Plus, a failure to recognize ourselves in the mirror
While accumulating nothing but numbers of
Dollars, pesos, francs, deutsche marks, yuan, won, ruble
Keeping in mind, of the “money” you do “have” is
Just a pixilated conglomeration of digital digits
Followed by ($) or (€,£,¥,€,₩,₽) with commas and a decimal point
Still,
“It’s all about money, not freedom.
Do you think you’re free?
Try going somewhere without money.”
– Bill Hicks
Who would have thunk, we needed money in heaven?
“All of that
Which has reality
Has no basis
In reality, “
– Angelo Devlin
Words in the world are
Drum roll, please……..
Tdbtdbtdbtdbtdntdb
Best: Solipsism
: a theory holding that the self can know nothing but its own modifications and that the self is the only existent thing.
– m-w.com
Worst: Justification
: the act or an instance of justifying something
– m-w.com
Solipsism is like creation or the big bang. It can not be proven or disproven, yet within it, both or neither may exist as one’s imagination deems necessary or interesting.
To occupy otherwise empty cranial real estate of an egocentric species with delusions of grandeur that they alone, through opinions or complacency, can solve all problems.
Narrowed down to blind consumerism that happiness will be achieved with the many “last” purchases of, if I buy this new car, new house, new mattress, new clothes, new toaster, new tool, new jewelry, new hairstyle, then I will be happy and at peace.
Or maybe if we add a new baby, a new puppy, change job, change spouse, change gender, change religion, change tax bracket, etc.
In either a solipsistic existence or a subjective / objective one, justification is usually used to quantify bad behavior as being acceptable as long as it is self (ego) justified.
What? Gas is going to be over $10.00 a gallon unless our tax income revenue publicly funded terrorist organization has to bomb a few hundred thousand people to prevent that. Hmmm.
I am opposed to war. However, I am more inclined to be opposed to paying $10.00 a gallon for gas. Guess I will turn a blind eye on this one, till something even more morally reprehensible comes along. Besides, the blood isn’t really on my hands. See, I even washed them in the Pontius Pilate sink. Me, I am merely working to feed my family and pay my share of taxes that……..Ooopsie. Sorry.
The worst of it is when alleged leaders of countries (usually controlled puppets of corporate greed) inform their masses, that ritualistic human slaughter must occur, under the guise of defense to “save” their lives and or lifestyles of the populace.
Simply by pointing a finger, through verbally demonizing dialog, that otherwise similar bipedal earthling artists pose some kind of vague perceived threat. Usually, under the pretense of clever distracting false flags.
“That’s the way the ruling class operates in any society. They try to divide the rest of the people. They keep the lower and the middle classes fighting with each other so that they, the rich, can run off with all the fucking money!
Fairly simple thing. Happens to work. You know? Anything different–that’s what they’re gonna talk about–race, religion, ethnic and national background, jobs, income, education, social status, sexuality, anything they can do to keep us fighting with each other, so that they can keep going to the bank!”
– George Carlin
Whether one lives in a subjective world or a solipsistic one, justifications seems to do the most harm, because they usually twist reality into bizarre means of cruel behavior. When objectively the external cruelty returns back on one’s self.
“Blood On The World’s Hands”
“Sometimes it makes me wonder
Sometimes it makes me question
Sometimes it makes me saddened
Always it makes me angry but…
When you can see it happening
The madness that’s all around you
Nobody seems to worry
The world seems so powerless to act…
It’s out of control
Blood on the world’s hands
Each day a new toll
Another assassination
The same day a new creation
But what are they coming into
Security of a world that brings…
One day another killing
Somewhere there’s someone starving
Another a savage raping
Meanwhile there’s someone
Laughing at us
It’s out of control
Blood on the world’s hands
Each day it goes on
Brutality and aggression
Tomorrow another lesson
Expecting another air raid
Praying for a ceasefire
They say things are getting better
No need to be complacent
There’s chaos across the border
And one day it could be happening to us
It’s out of control
Blood on the world’s hands
It’s our epitaph
It’s out of control
Someone should know
Blood on the world’s hands
Someone Should”
– Iron Maiden
Seems to be damn near impossible
After all, where does one start on
The Mobius strip of infinite reality
Let us try and start “at a beginning”
This seems simple enough, right?
I am alive.
Three words of an “honest” statement
With some help from AI
“As words, what is the difference or similarities between truth and honesty?
Excellent question — truth and honesty are closely related, but they’re not the same. Here’s how they differ and overlap:
1. Truth
Definition: What is factually accurate or real — it exists independently of what someone believes or says.
Example: “The earth orbits the sun” is a truth, regardless of whether someone is honest or not about it.
Key idea: Truth is objective — it’s about reality.
2. Honesty
Definition: The quality of being truthful — speaking or acting in a way that matches what you believe to be true.
Example: A person who genuinely believes something and says it openly is being honest, even if what they believe happens to be false.
Key idea: Honesty is subjective — it’s about integrity and intention.
In short:
Truth = what is.
Honesty = how you relate to what is.
Someone can be honest but wrong (if they believe a falsehood) or dishonest but accurate (if they tell the truth for manipulative reasons).”
– AI
Hmmmm, let’s start over on that Mobius strip.
In short:
Truth = what is.
Honesty = how you relate to what is.
Yeah, sure….
I am alive.
Who is I? Okay, me. Got it…… But wait…
Is I the “ego”?
“: the self especially as contrasted with another self or the world”
– m-w.com
Or is I the “spirit”?
“: an animating or vital principle held to give life to physical organisms”
The “honest” answer is…..
Whichever I believe
Oh shit, here we go again
Belief, proof, truth, and honesty are
On a mobius strip all by themselves
We haven’t even gotten to “am” yet
“:present tense first-person singular of be”
– m-w.com
I am
In other words, “me is” or “me be”
Sounds crudely simple, but it removes the ego
But now, what is me?
Is it the collective connection between
The brain, heart, and lungs?
Feets don’t fail me now. Are they included?
My best understanding based on a
Lifetime of minimal research, me is
A collection of molecules that gather together
To always be forming an autonomous being
Through alleged nutritional intake
Processing it through saliva and the gatekeeper throat
Splashing into a stomach pool of hydrochloric acid
That by itself can dissolve metals, bone, meat, and fiber
Yet, individuals walk around as if miraculous events
Are not occurring in their body and stomach by
Sending waste through a slow amusement park ride
Down the colon through intestines, both large and small
Meanwhile, my brain, heart, and lungs are controlling
All of that process, without any input from me, myself and I
And yet “I” have the audacity, “to be completely “honest” “
Declaring that “I am alive” when technically
“I” / “me” has nothing to do with “being” alive.
All the while, me, myself, and I are the three blind guys
Trying to describe the elephant as each “sees” it
Arguing amongst themselves as to who is being “honest”
Because unlike the fable, there is no passerby that will
Ever come along to reveal the “truth” of the elephant
Michaelangelo’s hand of man to God never connects
Throw in some solipsism and indoctrinated gaslighting
Then have a party while trying to be completely honest
On the dark side
This whole house of cards is built
On the shifting sands of deception
On the bright side
Think of the challenge it represents
To try and make human connections
Of shared or dissimilar experiences
While maintaining your place and
Remembering your lines played out
On the world’s spherical stage
The fragility of it all does not stop
The intention and effort it takes to
Prop up whatever card is placed
In order to balance it up again for
Another start, futile as it may be
Regarding the known outcome of
Our Sisyphian spiritual quest
“I have special glasses
To see the contradiction
In everything.”
– Angelo Devlin
Are not being
Taken away
Your right
To consume
Out of fear
Your right
To consume
Overpriced goods
Your right
To consume
Mindless media
Your right
To consume
Alternative facts
Your right
To consume
Flags and banners
Your right
To consume
Guns and bullets
Your right
To consume
Perfected propaganda
Your right
To consume
Untruths of immigrants
Your right
To consume
Exaggerations of crime
Your right
To consume
Fear of groups
Your right
To consume
Alleged Armageddon
You also have
Your right
To think
Your right
To question
Your right
Not to support
Billionaires
Your right
Not to support
Drug cartels like
Tobacco and alcohol
Your right
Not to support
Pharmaceutical poisons
Your right
To be kind and empathetic
Your right
To be patient and understanding
Your right
To be loving and caring
The following is a little long
However, it is by George Carlin
So that makes it okay.
“Here’s one more item for you, the last in our civics book: rights. Boy, everyone in this country is always running around, yammering about their fucking rights. I have a right. You have no right. We have a right.
They don’t a have right. Folks, I hate to spoil your fun but there’s no such thing as rights, OK.
They’re imaginary. We made them up, like the Boogie Man, the Three Little Pigs, Pinocchio, Mother Goose, shit like that.
Rights are an idea. They’re just imaginary. They’re a cute idea. Cute but that’s all. Cute and fictional.
But if you think you do have rights let me ask you this, where do they come from? People say, “Well, they come from God. They’re God-given rights.”
Oh, fuck, here we go again. Here we go again. The God excuse. The last refuge of a man with no answers and no argument, “They came from God.” Anything we can’t describe must have come from God.
Personally, folks, I believe that if your rights came from God, he would have given you the right to some food every day, and he would have given you the right to a roof over your head. God would have been looking out for you.
God would have been looking out for you, you know that? He wouldn’t have been worrying about making sure you have a gun so you can get drunk on Sunday night and kill your girlfriend’s parents.
But let’s say it’s true. Let’s say God gave us these rights. Why would he give us a certain number of rights?
The Bill of Rights in this country has ten stipulations, OK? Ten rights. And apparently, God was doing sloppy work that week because we’ve had to amend the Bill of Rights an additional 17 times, so God forgot a couple of things like slavery. Just fucking slipped his mind.
But let’s say God gave us the original ten. He gave the British 13. The British Bill of Rights has 13 stipulations. The Germans have 29. The Belgians have 25. The Swedish have only 6. And some people in the world have no rights at all.
What kind of a fucking, goddamn, God-given deal is that? No rights at all? Why would God give different people in different countries different numbers of different rights? Boredom? Amusement? Bad arithmetic? Do we find out at long last after all this time that God is weak in math skills?
Doesn’t sound like divine planning to me. Sounds more like human planning. Sounds more like one group trying to control another group. In other words, business as usual in America.
Now, if you think you do have rights, one last assignment for you. Next time you’re at the computer, get on the internet. Go to Wikipedia. When you get to Wikipedia, in the search field for Wikipedia, I want you to type in Japanese Americans 1942, and you’ll find out all about your precious fucking rights, OK? All right. You know about it. You know about it. Yeah.
In 1942, there were 110,000 Japanese-American citizens in good standing, law-abiding people, who were thrown into internment camps simply because their parents were born in the wrong country. That’s all they did wrong.
They had no right to a lawyer, no right to a fair trial, no right to a jury of their peers, no right to due process of any kind. The only right they had? Right this way, into the internment camps.
Just when these American citizens needed their rights the most, their government took them away, and rights aren’t rights if someone can take them away. They’re privileges.
That’s all we’ve ever had in this country is a bill of temporary privileges. And if you read the news even badly, you know that every year, the list gets shorter and shorter and shorter.
You see how silly that is? Yeah. Sooner or later, the people in this country are going to realize the government does not give a fuck about them. The government doesn’t care about you or your children or your rights or your welfare or your safety.
It simply doesn’t give a fuck about you. It’s interested in its own power. That’s the only thing keeping it and expanding it wherever possible.
Personally, when it comes to rights, I think one of two things is true. I think either we have unlimited rights or we have no rights at all.
Personally, I lean toward unlimited rights. I feel, for instance, I have the right to do anything I please. But if I do something you don’t like, I think you have the right to kill me.
So where are you going to find a fairer fucking deal than that? So the next time some asshole says to you, “I have a right to my opinion, “you say, “Oh yeah? Well I have a right to my opinion, and my opinion is you have no right to your opinion.” Then shoot the fuck and walk away.”
Thank you.
– George Carlin
Of the reality
Of our virtual reality
No headset is required
No Bluetooth pairing
No charging necessary
(Although sleep helps)
Just the contents in
The cranium case
Sensing everything
Sight and sound
Taste and touch
Plus hearing, which
Does not always
Include external ears
(You are probably not
Reading this out loud
And yet you hear it)
See if VR can do that
Of course, this reality
Is virtual, how can it not be
Molecules are zipping around
Doing their thing
Congregating into perceived mass
When not disguised as waves
Experienced by five senses
For the whole
Or individuals in the collective
To experience experiences
Besides those miracles going on
Individuals somehow have memories
Intentions to intend to find answers
Creating questions for more questioning
“Let’s just think about this for a minute,”
– Bill Hicks
You, me, us, and we have perceptions
Of reality, yet not any are, or can be exactly the same
No matter how close experiences are experienced
The background to those are different and varied
All because no two things can occupy
The same space at the same time
I did not make up those rules
But apparently, it seems to be the case
The VR devices, screens, headsets, gloves, etc
For all of their seemingly surreal sensations
Pale, pale in the consciousness comparison of
Opening one’s eyes to see the world around
Watching a sunrise as the cool night air fades
Feeling the gental rising of temperature while
Seeing shadows appear and dissappear
Hearing unseen birds chirp in the distance
Without speakers, wires, or headphones
Standing barefoot on a dewey lawn as one
Raises a hot cup of coffee to their mouth
Smell the fresh aroma of roasted beans
Shipped from distant lands in containers
Now, that is a real virtual reality of which
No man-made contraption can compete
As I tap the screen to type this nonsense
I know there is no actual physical connection
Just sensations that feel to be, you know, real
Like Michaelangelo’s man’s hand to God
No matter how close, will never connect
But still close enough to be miraculous
So next time you are incited into purchase
Rent, borrow, or try some external alleged VR
Save your money expressing that you are
Already in awe of the real virtual reality
You are constantly experiencing each moment
“I never wish to be right,
Only to be understood,
If you have questioned
Your beliefs. Then maybe,
I have done some good.”
– Angelo Devlin
Looking at the world through a windshield. 