Searching for a start of it all (The Big Bang)
Justifying a beginning (Any Bible)
Believing in either
Only seems to quantify
Perhaps the preciousness
Of existence itself
Otherwise
If there is no beginning
Then, there is no end
Concluding that
Life loses its value
Whence nothing could be
Further from the truth
The speck of consciousness
That one is, has, experiences
Is miraculous
In each / every moment
For previous and subsequent
Moments are infinitely fleeting
Here today !!!!!!!!!!
Gone tomorrow ????????
Schphwwwwwt, nowhere
Instead of now here
“There is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves.”
Bill Hicks
Finally finished Brian Greene’s audio book. “The Fabric Of The Cosmos” Space, Time, and the Texture of Reality.” (I think)
Or as Steve Martin said,
“If you’re studying geology, which is all facts, as soon as you get out of school, you forget it all, but philosophy, you remember just enough to screw you up for the rest of your life.”
Brian finally mentioned the possibility, that all that is, always has been. Even credits Richard Tolman, with that theory. However it was given short shrift, as if, like above, that life would be meaningless.
Whether there is a start or a finish, or none at all, life is what you make it, with the cards you dealt yourself, to your self.
Ooops, that is a layer of responsibility not too many would want to contemplate. That, according to Helen Wambach’s book, “Life Before Life”, through hypnotic research, that you…you may have picked..your parents.
Oh wait, like infinity, that is just a theory.
“Infinity is so big, that everything that has ever happened, on earth in the exact same order, down to………. that … pause has happened an infinite number of times, all through out the universe.
Everywhere in space, there is a you, making the same colossal f**king errors, that you’ve made your entire life.
So if anybody ever tells you, you can do better. Go, apparently not.”
That’s infinity.”
Joe Rogan
Me, as an observer, in the “loaf of infinity” of space-time am trying to recognize and appreciate what occurs in the “time slices”.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
So does abbreviations
In a reasonable context
A vehicle passed me twice
Shows you how fast I can go
Perhaps it was my motoring muse
Giving me a topic to write about
Anyway, it had a vanity plate
That read NOJESUS hmmm
There was no other signage
Or stickers on the vehicle
To put this in a context
Was the driver an atheist?
Or Christian misspeller?
A license plate frame
With words would help
Like “There is” or
“To be a better person”
Which is when you realize
The message is not
For the road reader
But rather the person
Who paid extra to
Communicate a mixed message
That ironically appeals to
Two different audiences
Ooopsie
Being in the middle of the road
(Actually, I stay in my lane)
I do not know whether
I “should” “know” Jesus
Or ponder that there
May be No Jesus
Must keep driving
Maybe they’ll pass
Me again and I can
Flash lights and honk horns
Stop and have a conversation
Which may be just what
They wanted in the first place
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Between movies, the news and documentaries, when ever someone is killed in a sneak attack and gunned down, by drive bys, by hit men ordered by mob bosses, it is considered and described as a gangland style murder.
Between movies, the news and documentaries, when ever someone is killed in a sneak attack and gunned down, by fly bys, by generals ordered by Presidents, it is considered and described as a successful military operation.
Ooopsie.
Different mob, different mob bosses, different mob rules, to rule the mobs of people.
If an individual civilian of his own freewill listens to the voice in his head, tells him to kill someone. He is a murderer, if he does it more than once, he is a serial killer.
If a specific race, religion or gender is targeted, it is a hate crime, if it is against a spouse, it is a crime of passion. Clarifying murder, to dole out possible punishments.
If an individual “peace officer” of his own freewill listens to the voice in his head, tells him to kill someone. (Who may or nor be armed) He might get a few weeks off paid leave, because he has qualified immunity.
If an individual soldier of his own freewill listens to the voice of his commander, tells him to kill someone, he is doing his job by defending freedom and democracy and is considered a hero.
When are we going to have a meeting on this “Thou shalt not kill” memo / commandment /law ?
But in the game of life, and who owns the Monopoly board, it is in the chance deck of cards, we all get to draw from.
Whether or not you may legally murderer a bi-pedal oxygen breathing, monoxide exhaling, red-blooded, skeleton supported, solar powered, carbon-based, large brained, earth inhabitant omnivores.
All depends on one’s deceptive perspective.
Murder is murder, yet,
“How come when it’s us, it’s an abortion, and when it’s a chicken, it’s an omelette?”
– George Carlin
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
To the inquiry of, “If a tree falls in a forest, with no ears to hear it, does it make a sound?”
The high probability answer is no.
The update being, “If a microscopic dot, in the most *void of voids, explodes, into the entirety of the infinite cosmos, does it make a sound?
The answer is no / know.
*(even a tiny pencil mark on a large piece of black paper, is surrounded by paper, having a frontside, backside, edge, thickness, flexibility, etc.)
All of the theoretical physicists or layperson on the street would know this. Deducted from all possible logic, that there were no ears to hear, or devices to measure and record.
So why then, is the improbable, illogical, unsubstantiated claim, that all that is, emeged from what is called “The Big Bang”?
Because, The Big Silence” doesn’t sound / sound, exciting or attention grabbing. It has no oomph. No noise to distract.
Besides “The Big Bang” is in constant competition with “In The Beginning”…..
No one is vying for anyone’s attention in the “Everything is as it is, merely changes shape, heat and light” category (not theory).
How it came about is immaterial. Hehe.
Those people, like myself are taking advantage of linear perceived, directional arrow, moments to appreciate the consciousness to observe the sound and light show of other beings being so distracted in a futile search for the justification of their existence. Like it “matters” anyway.
Uninspired by Brian Greene’s audio book “The Fabric Of The Cosmos” Space, Time, and the Texture of Reality.
Thinking as I keep listening to it, some acknowledgement will surface that a quasi-realization will occur, such as the big bang is at its very best, a poor theory.
Oddly enough though, everything else resonates very clearly as to the makeup of the cosmos, down to the tiniest sub-sub atomic particles like quarks, neutrinos, gravitons, Higgs ocean, (if I understood, correctly, makes up the empty space between the not so empty “space” etc., also considered fairly enough “the God particle”).
Cross referencing all the big names in mathematics, quantum and theoretical physicists, Newton, Einstein, Raphson, Maxwell, Bohr, as to how each provable step backs up previous steps with more accuracy and “proof”.
Maybe by “time” I get to the end of the book, the conclusion about the Fabric of the Cosmos is that it is a never ending roll, in an infinite loop.
Then I can rest easy, knowing the scientists know, what I know. LOL.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
“Or, mystical, spiritual hearing aids”
– Angelo Devlin
On the edge of a field
On a very very hot day
Nestling in amongst
What appeared to be
Moisture filled foliage
A cow covered itself
In shade and cool
Popped their head up
To look around like
It was playing
Hide and seek
Rather just wanting
To make sure it would
Be left alone so
It could relax and
Read a book in peace
And for just a moment
I thought I was that cow
Or Mercedes, Lexus and Jaguar, will you find a FJB, F**K Joe Biden, Let’s Go Brandon, a tRump 2024 or faded “Lock Her Up” bumper sticker.
Why?
Because, wealthy people who know how to make money, think for themselves and are above the fray of delusional, deceptive distractions, need not get into the minute of who is in office, as the only way their lives will improve.
Likewise, you will find similar larger hand painted FJB, F**K Joe Biden, Let’s Go Brandon signs, declaring the election was stolen on dilapidated houses with blue tarp roof patches, broken windows and torn siding amongst grass covered, wheel less, non-running rusty vehicles. Below the tattered flag, waving, day and unlit at night, silently shredding its symbolism, displayed by the “I’ll give up my gun, when they pry it from my cold dead hands”, “patriot”.
If 45, represents the wealthy, why are those signs not professionally painted and rising from the manicured lawns of the brick mansions, with three car garages. Flags properly displayed or taken down at night.
Why?
Because, wealthy people who know how to make money, think for themselves and are above the fray of delusional, deceptive distractions need not get into the minute of who is in office, as the only way their lives will improve.
“I loves the poorly educated, I do well with the poorly educated.”
– Donald Trump
“Of course he loves the poorly educated and of course he does well with the poorly educated.
How else do you explain, how a bragging narcissistic pathological billionaire, who is constantly telling you how much money he has, just throwing it in your face, ostentatious, I’m a billionaire, I’m worth billions. I have billions of dollars.”
//
And how else do you explain how a guy, a billionaire is able to get people who are suffering financially…to..give..him..money.
Of course he loves the poorly educated, a smart person wouldn’t do that.”
– David Cross
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Maybe……
“Out on the road today,
I saw a DEADHEAD sticker on a Cadillac”
(But…..)
A little voice inside my head said,
“Don’t look back.
You can never look back”
– Don Henley
“Boys Of Summer”
“As soon as you’re born, you’re dying..”
– Iron Maiden
Precious yet fleeting
Short but long
Stored in memories
Still lost in time
It comes in a flash
Leaves in a hurry
Held onto forever, goes
Missing without a trace
Whether the clock ticks
Or the calendar flips
What is perceived as time
Tracks single moments
One after another after…..
But never before a before
Like a car without reverse
Or sometimes headlights
Proceeds in one direction
Even though everything is
Happening all at once
“Time” still follows an arrow
No sense crying
Spilt milk won’t unspill
Your luck will not change
If a shattered mirror unshatters
There are no future memories
Only recollected experiences
Some as accurate or vague
As the holder wishes to remember
“There’s no time, we made it up. It’s a manmade invention, time. There are no numbers up in the sky. I’ve looked, they’re not there. We made this stuff up, when is it?
When the hell is it, when are we, I ask you, when are we? Sometimes we think we know where we are, but we don’t really know when we are. When the hell is it?
//
Give you an example, there’s a moment coming, it’s not here yet, it’s still on the way, it’s in the future, it hasn’t arrived, here it comes, here it is, oh, shit, it’s gone.
There’s no now, there’s no now, everything is the near future or the recent past. But there’s no present. Welcome to the present, whoosh, gone again. It’s just so imprecise.”
– George Carlin
So unbelievable, they are clung to like the next breath to both theologians and scientists alike.
Making up answer story theories where when none need to be. Entropic dissolution will not spontaneously occur if either or neither are bought sold and repackaged or owned.
In regards to creationism or the big bang. Unbelievable, improbable, illogical, unlikely, repetitive, regurgitated, recycled, referenced.
Both seem to be more provably baseless, by their own basis.
Creationism
Genesis 1 1-2
“In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.”
If the entire void was void, where did the water come from, other than being a representative of consciousness. Hmmm?
Science
Albert Einstein announced his discovery of the equation E = mc2 and, as a consequence, the two laws above were merged into the Law of Conservation of Mass-Energy: the total amount of mass and energy in the universe is constant.
Energy cannot be created or destroyed. It can only be changed from one form to another.”
~~Albert Einstein
Even after that, science expects me to believe, that an infinite number of galaxies, black holes, super novas all emanated from a microscopic dot. Please. Do they have a bridge to sell too?
Both are merely prime examples of the “Grandma’s Ham”* parable. Where we blindly and sadly accept what has been indoctrinated…..because it has always been that way.
I am neither a theologian, or a scientist but rather a thinker, reader, listener, observer and a truck driver. Passing through a linear mind field to observe what is most likely happening.
All that is, merely is, just changes its shape as a matter of course through exchanges of energy transformations. Gatherings and repulsions due to the phenomenon of gravity.
“Let’s just think about this for a minute”
– Bill Hicks
Think of the freedom and power one would have accepting that. Free from chasing or looking for a non existent source. That the miracle itself remains in the awareness and awe, of being a being of consciousness, that emanates from the whole, to experience what the entirety of infinity has to offer.
* “Grandma’s Ham”
A husband and his wife were in their kitchen. The husband was sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper while his wife was preparing a ham for dinner. (Such a sexist parable, you can put in your characters.)
The husband watched the wife cut off about one inch from either end of the ham. He asked why she cut the end off, proclaiming “that’s a waste of good ham!”
She said “that’s the way my mom prepared the ham.” The husband asked “why did your mom cut the ends off?” The wife didn’t know.
Later, the wife called her mom to find out why she cut the ends of the ham off. Her mom said “because that was the way my mom prepared ham.”
The wife’s grandma passed away several years earlier, but her Grandpa was still living.
She called her Grandpa and asked “Grandpa, why did Grandma cut the ends off of the ham?”
He was silent as he thought for a moment. Then he replied, “so the ham could fit in the baking pan.”
Our collective consciousness expands with the Pan of Consciousness. Still, we keep trimming our awareness to what fits in comfortably of the small pan that used to be.
Like believing the moon was made of cheese or heavier-than-air flight was possible, etc.
“I think we’re part of a greater wisdom than we’ll ever understand, a higher order, call it what you want. 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 do not mean to be a contrarian, it is just emanates from my name. Angelo Devlin. Likewise angel and devil, it is all I’ve known.
From the cheap seats of my theoretical nonexistent existence. There is no easier perceive-able concept to cling to, than IS.
“Is: dialectal present tense plural of BE”
– M-W.com
Accepting that I am but a tiny infinitesimally small fractional inconsequential bit of the whole, while also being the whole, gigantic mega colossal infinite.
With absolutely zero, zip, zilch, nada, nothing of any sort of alpha and or omega evidence, that can heard, tasted, touched, seen or smelled.
If for nothing else, the bipedal earthling artist, that formed out of some gooey, thick, hot sticky primordial ooze.
Feels compelled to quantify its miraculous, not so miraculous future pull / pool of consciousness with a fantasy story that starts with, “Once upon a time”, “In the beginning”, or “KABOOM”
Knowing full / fool well, that when it gets to “The End”, new stories arise as sequels, prequels, retellings with different characters and wild extrapolations.
All based on being derivatives of the WORD*, into more words, more descriptions, clearer understandings, new definitions, better meanings.
Though none will ever be solid enough to hold on to forever like space, time, gravity, light, heat, smell, sound. Try it for yourself, put any one of those in your hand to hold.
“The Word already existed. The Word was with God, and the Word was God.”
John 1:1
Guess what, that makes…..you.
Do not believe me, follow it out to your own logical or illogical conclusion, linearly in either direction, rather any direction. Since it is always spinning all ways.
Through everything and nothing regardless of velocity or probable location. That will never be where it once was. If it was / is “there” at all.
Inspired in part by Brian Greene’s audio book “The Fabric Of The Cosmos” Space, Time, and the Texture of Reality.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
This also popped into my head.
“I turn my back to the wind
To catch my breath
Before I start off again
Driven on
Without a moment to spend
To pass an evening
With a drink and a friend
I let my skin get too thin
I’d like to pause,
No matter what I pretend
Like some pilgrim
Who learns to transcend
Learns to live
As if each step was the end
Time stand still
I’m not looking back
But I want to look around me now
Time stands still
See more of the people
And the places that surround me now
Time stands still
Freeze this moment
A little bit longer
Make each sensation
A little bit stronger
Experience slips away
Experience slips away
Time stands still
I turn my face to the sun
Close my eyes
Let my defenses down
All those wounds
That I can’t get unwound
I let my past go too fast
No time to pause
If I could slow it all down
Like some captain
Whose ship runs aground
I can wait until the tide comes around
Time stand still
I’m not looking back
But I want to look around me now
Time stands still
See more of the people
And the places that surround me now
Freeze this moment
A little bit longer
Make each sensation
A little bit stronger
Make each impression
A little bit stronger
Freeze this motion
A little bit longer
The innocence slips away
The innocence slips away
Time stands still
Time stands still
I’m not looking back
But I want to look around me now
See more of the people
And the places that surround me now
Time stands still
Summer’s going fast
Nights growing colder
Children growing up
Old friends growing older
Freeze this moment
A little bit longer
Make each sensation
A little bit stronger
Experience slips away
Experience slips away
The innocence slips away”
“Time Stand Still”
– Rush
My motoring muse has presented me with yet another muddled message to play with. In the form of a Pro-birth billboard. By Pro-birthers.
Who always seem to have fresh money to keep putting up crisp new graphically detailed brightly colored well lit passive income producers. Hmmm.
Those marketing mavens are clever sonsabitches aren’t they, always manipulating a message to generate profit.
The latest one depicts a picture of an airbrushed glowing pink pixilated fresh fetus.
(They must be able to afford expensive hi-tech cameras, all the ones I have ever seen are black and white and very grainy).
Anyway, that large fetus (not actual size) picture is next to another (not actual size) picture of a diamond. With the statement and a question:
Both have the same weight, which has more value?
Hmmm? Must be a trick question. Because of soooooo maaaany variables not presented on the billboard. Am going to have to put my thinking cap on.
FYI (so you might keep reading) I am all in favor of making sure every fetus, makes it out of the womb safely. Every one, all over the earth, to experience what this dense dimension has to offer. Methinks that they just not need to be planted in the first place.
“Too many people
causing too many
problems, not enough
love to go around.”
– Genesis
“Land of Confusion”
Quite frankly, am all for not murdering any human beings, regardless of the euphemistic language used to conceal the truth.
“The CIA doesn’t kill anybody anymore, they neutralize people…or they depopulate the area.”
– George Carlin
Having an abortion, sounds like you tried the Avocado Bacon Onion Radish Taco at the new delicatessen across the street.
Now back to the value question. Since the comparison is to that of a diamond 💎. It must be the diamond.
After all, for example, it takes many adolescents to teenagers working in prison / slave like conditions to mine the diamonds in Africa. All because people have been indoctrinated to believe that a shiny rock, cut creatively is worth doing that kind of stuff to human beings for.
For further consideration, diamonds are transported in small vehicles with armed guards. Students are driven in old busses by poorly paid drivers.
Diamonds are kept in a cool environment, well lit with individual attention to make sure they shine. Students are often packed in cramped quarters in excessive heat, overseen by an underpaid individual responsible for their outcome, with competing rules and difficult parents.
Every billboard is built, and used by whoever wishes to generate or increase income, no matter what. Hotels, gas stations, banks, radio stations, websites, etc. All for more money.
The billboard you will not see, is the one rented by the construction company, (again, used to create future revenue on solicited projects) thanking the Pro-birthers for using company x to build the new foster home’s children center and day care.
Why spend that billboard generated income on putting money where their mouth is, when it is easier to tug at the heart strings of the congregation to kick in for yet another billboard? To justify where a tiny portion of the donations go, the rest going to the bank. Or pockets of the pastors and priests.
With some weightless trick question. Fooling themselves, they are actually doing something.
Maybe, and I doubt this is true, but will consider it. Maybe I am just jealous, that all my clever use of words doesn’t generate $#@t.
But then again, this would be unreadable on a billboard going by at 80 mph.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Looking at the world through a windshield. 