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Signs

A sign of intelligence

Is a sign of no signs

No cryptic catchphrases

No malignant messages

No simple slogans

No deity declarations

No vinyl vehicle verses

No behemoth billboards

No skeletal skin canvas corruptions

All disintegrating cosmologically

In a moment or two

Nope, in a moment

Much like posts on this blog

A diary of detachment

Deciphering dichotomies

Described in detail

To myself or passers-by

Who choose to read by

Their own limited freewill

Of which I am grateful

Amazed and amused

Having read anything

Would return to again read

The contents of my cranium

Which is a lot like

Emptying a junk drawer

Over and over in a search

For a sign of intelligence

Not today, not today

Wait

That’s a signpost up ahead

You are exiting the twilight zone.




Grasping


Very very slowly

Holding on loosely

To Einstein’s theory

That everything is

Happening at once

Where it makes sense

Is contemplating different

Yet adjacent dimensions



Ever “lose” your keys, only to find them, where they were supposed to be, in the first / last place you looked. Where were they?

Exactly……in a nearby adjacent dimension for no reason until you absolutely needed to manifest them, back in this dimension.

“It’s always in the last place you look. Of course it is, why would you keep looking after you found it?”

– George Carlin

There are colors we can not see.

“Red-green and yellow-blue are the so-called “forbidden colors.” Composed of pairs of hues whose light frequencies automatically cancel each other out in the human eye, they’re supposed to be impossible to see simultaneously.”

– livescience.com

Sounds we can not hear, (mmmm, dog whistles) so, why not dimensions that can not be sensed? Makes sense to me.

The “proof” is in the language we use. Newborns are considered “arrivals”. The deceased are usually described as the dearly departed. Both suggesting a transcendence in and out of a realm, we can neither see or comprehend.

Like the tree in the forest that falls without a sound, because there are no ears to hear it. Reality only exists because there are words to describe it. No….? Try describing what you perceive as reality….. without using words.

All the proof I once had is now back there anyway, wherever the earth was in its spin in the impossible to return to trajectory.

The fun consideration of an adjacent, yet invisible dimensions is from a scientific / layperson view, it takes on the invisible man floating on a cloud, Godlike quality to it.

It can not be seen, only believed, interpreted, misinterpreted, reconfigured and modeled into what each subjective perceiver, feels comfortable with.

The upshot is, it may (like God) or may not be there. However, the judgemental puppet master aspect is removed. Which, to my best perception does not exist anyway. Yet, there are words for it, so it must.


“The Word already existed. The Word was with God, and the Word was God.”

John 1:1 

Especially in the collective consciousness that created God in a spacetime that gets carried with us, each moment there is a moment. God being the word, making up all the words, that make reality “real”.

How if any of that, is going to lead to an absolute conclusion that everything is happening all at once is beyond me.

“All I want to do is learn to think like God. All the rest is just details.”

– Albert Einstein


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

– Angelo Devlin

I have another pair here somewhere, where the heck are they? Oh scheisse, resting on my nose…….”where” I left them……..

Great, now I can go look for colors I can’t see.

Unheard Of




Where are the internal ears, to hear the voice, that does not speak? From a throat that has no vocal chords.

Oh….


“God is the voice that says, I am not here.. “

Don DeLillo

“Falling Man”


But seriously, how is it, we can hear this voice? The one you are listening to right now, as you read this. Certainly, while it is in my voice. (the words that found their way on to this screen, through my fingertips, that voice.)

Yet, not the voice that emanates from my throat and mouth, which has a certain kind of squeaky, Kermit the frog’s pitch and tone to it.

Great, now you/I know what this originally sounded like.

Which you are trying to audibly picture through your recollection what Kermit sounds like and are desperately attempting to emulate with your voice, listening to with the ears, you don’t have either. Try it on this.

“Do I talk to myself, I don’t think I talk to myself.”

– Jack Canfield

Holy s#!&, I am talking to my self. Which, when you repeat the above in a James Earl Jones / Darth Vader voice, or sing it back in a Stephen Tyler voice will realize, you are talking and singing to your self.

Before considering whether or not to ask the question of the psychotherapist, of the different sounds the voices in your head is making, while talking and singing to yourself as to “where the ears are ?”

To which they will say, that question, up until now has been unheard of.


“Dream on, dream on, dream on
Dream on, dream on
Dream on, dream on, ah

Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
Sing with me if it’s just for today
Maybe tomorrow,
The good Lord will take you away”

– Aerosmith

Still Rush



“It’s just another day in paradise
As you stumble to your bed
You’d give anything to silence
Those voices ringing in your head

You thought you could find happiness
Just over that green hill
You thought you would be satisfied
But you never will-

Learn to be still”

– The Eagles


Try this instead
But like a moment
It will not last because
It is freaky still

One does not even have to close their eyes, a quick contemplation will suffice. (Also helps, so you can read further.)

The cool part is, you can do this wherever you are, regardless of what you are doing. Only takes a fraction of a second.

Realize, your surroundings, yet from a distance. Say a visable, yet internal perspective in the outer band of stars of the Milky Way. Particularly the “local” star, with its 3rd rock in tow, with you on it.

Scooting along at 67,000 miles per hour, (87 x the speed of sound, rockets only go 9x) while spinning approximately 1,000 miles per hour.

Not very still, now are you.

Unsure what your reaction will be, but it makes my heart skip a beat to grasp the magnitude of what is going on.

Which can instantly transform the next or last thought, that you consider/ed “SO” important.

Either of, a needing to be right, narcissistic, self-effacing, happy or sad. When your very existence is dependent on an ozone layer only 3mm thick (2 pennies stacked). Protecting you from being cooked to a crisp while allowing you to breathe.

//

“We are like sheep without a shepherd
We don’t know how to be alone
So we wander ’round this desert
And wind up following the wrong gods home

But the flock cries out for another
And they keep answering that bell
And one more starry-eyed messiah
Meets a violent farewell-

Learn to be still
Learn to be still”

– The Eagles

How?

At that speed, under such fragile conditions, could one possibly, learn to be still?

The economy and your wallet, your vehicle and how much energy it has to get you around. (That avoids, all the “how it is powered BS. Whaaah, electric vehicles are more harmful to the planet, NO. People are. Those keep getting produced.) The food and water, their levels of toxicity, vs. dwindling nutrition and availability.

Wondering who is allegedly leading, this country or any other. Look around…..no one. Save the corporations playing with people pawns, for greed and amusement. A little skirmish here, some starvation over there. A disaster around the corner, chasing one that just passed. Plus a whole lot of daily distractions to keep one from being still.


“Now the flowers in your garden
They don’t smell so sweet
Maybe you’ve forgotten
The heaven lying at your feet

There are so many contridictions
In all these messages we send
(We keep asking)

How do I get out of here
Where do I fit in?

Though the world is torn and shaken
Even if your heart is breakin’
It’s waiting for you to awaken
And someday you will-

Learn to be still
Learn to be still

You just keep on runnin’
Keep on runnin'”

“The Eagles”

Good luck with that…….

“Maybe you’ve forgotten
The heaven lying at your feet”

– The Eagles

“Hell Freezes Over”

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

– Angelo Devlin


The Irrational Perception


Of freedom

Is confined to its

Inheritant limitations

By its given definitions

Words caging

Its very meaning

By specific description

Chained to each

Mysterious meaning

Chasing them backwards

Freedom

“1: The quality or state of being free”

* – M-W.com

Quality

“1 a : Peculiar and essential nature”*

State

“1 a : Mode or condition of being”*


“It’s not a free country. You’re born free…

I mean, you are born absolutely free, except for the laws of nature. If you drink, you get drunk. That’s a law. If you get old, you die. That’s a law too. If you sit on a tack, you will bleed from the ass.

These are the only laws they that you’re born with. And any kind of government just #ucks you out that type of freedom.”

– Doug Stanhope


Freedom ought to have the same definition behind it as meaningless. Nothing.

Not as in freedom is meaningless, rather unconfined by rational or irrational attachment to defining words.

Freedom by its very essence, without definition, is whatever the perceiver interprets it as.

Locking it down to a singular understanding incarcerates it more than a prison.

“It’s all about money, not freedom, y’all, okay? Nothing to do with fuckin’ freedom. If you think you’re free, try going somewhere without fucking money, okay?”

Bill Hicks

People peddle their freedom for security, like it is a currency on the exchange market. Trading it when the tide rolls in, or when the wind blows.



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

– Angelo Devlin




Funerals For $ 300

Alex : A clever name for an online retailer of burial plots. 

Contestant : What is “A Grave Site”

Have not done a Jeopardy post for a while.  Probably because no one is dying to read them.

Pursuit





Methinks the pursuit of wonder

Is much more evolutionary

Therefore revolutionary than

The pursuit of happiness

Even just linguistically because

You might be the happiest

You have ever been, yet

Due to the pseudo pursuit

Ingrained in people’s psyche

One is hitherto inclined to

Always and all ways

Search to trying to be

Even more happy

Than is sanely realistic

Whereas the pursuit of wonder

Will only make you more

(You guessed it) and more

WONDERFUL / WONDER FULL


“More Than Happy

You hear this alot — “Oh, I’d be more than happy to do that for ya’!”

How can you be “more than happy?”

This sounds like a dangerous medical condition!

We had to put Dave away in the home today….he was…well….MORE THAN HAPPY”

– George Carlin

Oddly and ironically enough, putting theory to practice, the pursuit of wonder, auto-generates the exercise of being in a state of happiness. With no further pressure of being a being, needing to be more happy. Only more wonderful.

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

– Angelo Devlin


Reconstitution

Revolution plus constitution


“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.”

If truth was actually the goal of accuracy, this would read.

We hold these perceptions, of a collective consciousness that all bi-pedal oxygen breathing earthling artists are manifestations of eons of evolution.

To which a lot of evidence suggests, enanated from a primordial ooze of the host planet, third in line to a light and heat source of such incredible scientific understanding is in what is known as the Goldilocks zone.

Cycling in a natural process of energy transformations of life, entropy, decay, re-purposing, towards an ever expanding awareness of itself in relationship to an unknown cosmos.

“That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed,”

Phewwt, out the window with that paragraph.

That to proactively preserve this host and inhabitants, so awareness might continue to evolve. Systems of communication and resource sharing, established intercontinentally are in place to ensure all are fed, housed and healthy.

Having abolished systems of governments as suggested in a previous constitution that at its best intention did the best it could while it could. Till corruption greed and power became its primary focus. Shown below.

“That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness.

Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed.

But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.–“

Such has been the misunderstanding ignorance of these states; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government, to a balancing act of communication and technology. That all may be served as if each individual was the last remaining artist.

Think that will get ratified or voted on?


The treasured words in this hallowed/ hollowed document are ignored at our own peril. Trying to cling to it, so it remains the oldest government, to stay on a page of a World’s record book. When instead its only purpose is to clarify and strengthen the definition of insanity.

“The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.

– Albert Einstein

Mars*, seems to be the carrot on a stick presentation of a future home, where everything, like this planet could be “better planned and executed.” Key word being executed. Oh look, a new planet, we can destroy.

Outer Space, while waiting for that option, one could hang their hat on the shovel used to dig their grave.

Because unless a wormhole is discovered and we can get there in an hour. The current technology and human embryonic gestation (9 month) time frame it takes to get there. Without going into details here, (you can figure those out yourself) kills the consideration of being a viable choice.

* Going to Mars


“NASA-Holes”

And just to wind up this little group of complaints finally this is a group of social criminals. These people in the space program. Nassholes. I call them.

In case you haven’t heard. The latest disaster for the rest of the universe is that the United States is going to go to Mars.

Okay, aw yeah. We’re going to go to Mars. And then of course. We’re going to colonize deep space with our microwave hot dogs and plastic vomit fake dog shit and cinnamon dental floss and lemon scented toilet paper and sneakers with lights in the heels and all these other impressive things we’ve done down here.

Let me ask you this, let me ask you this. What are we going to tell the intergalactic council of ministers the first time one of our teenage mothers throws her newborn baby into a dumpster huh?

How we going to explain that to the space people? How we going to let them know that our Ambassador was only late for the meeting because his breakfast was cold and he had to spend half an hour punching his wife around in the kitchen.

What are they going to think when they find out – it’s just a local custom – that over 80 million women in the third world have had their clitorises forcibly removed in order to reduce their sexual pleasure so they won’t cheat on their husbands.

Can’t you just sense how eager the rest of the universe is for us to show up? Can’t you see them out there?”

– George Carlin


No Reason

Which may be maybe

Difficult to fathom

Yet without reason/ing

One life makes about

As much sense as

Many lifetimes

Knowing

There is no reason

For anything whatsoever

Save rationalizing comfort

To our chaotic consciousness

Held particularly to a

Subjective awareness that

One could / would only hope

To ever ever forever have


“The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.

The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.”

H.P. Lovecraft



Methinks we may

Already be there



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

– Angelo Devlin





Picture Words


Instead of atoms

As the building blocks

Of existence and life

Invisibly spinning around

In a closed cranium

Thoughts as protons

Ideas as neutrons

Bright ones photons

Revolving the nucleus

Which is you

Holding things together

With no end in sight or

Beginning to start with

Just infinite adaptability

In the frame of a lifetime

Hung in a dimension

That is picture perfect

If you choose to

See it that way

Brushing off mistakes

As necessary and

Intricate parts of

The whole painting





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

– Angelo Devlin

Nevermind. My glasses are fine.