In this brave new world
Raised by parental bosses
Loved by the economy
Fed a diet of consumption
Disciplined by debt
Educated by educated fools
Comfortably caught in
A rat race / endless maze
In search of government cheese
Long since having chewed on the cage
As a means to escape to live
Pushing levers just to push levers
Because there are pushable levers
Connected to nothing / no thing
Death means as much as life
Merely a replaceable cog
In an unstoppable wheel of
Remove replace recycle
Having been taught / taut to
Wash their brain themselves
Through pixilated pulses
At the last sink of seduction
Silent screens subduing
Silent SCREAMS
Having satiated their digitized
Rolling “Two-Minutes Hate”
“Mirrors on the ceiling
The pink champagne on ice
And she said;
“WE ARE ALL JUST PRISONERS HERE,
OF OUR OWN DEVICE(S)”
And in the master’s chambers
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives
But they just can’t kill the beast”
“Hotel California”
The Eagles
Music may have saved us, but “as for the Rock-n-Roll they sold that for television commercials a long time ago.”
– George Carlin
“The people will not revolt. They will not look up from their screens long enough to notice what is happening.”
– George Orwell “1984”
But alas we were warned
Yet, nothing was altered
In this “Brave New World”
“Dying swans twisted wings,
Beauty not needed here
Lost my love, lost my life,
In this garden of fear
I have seen many things,
In a lifetime alone
Mother love is no more,
Bring this savage back home
Wilderness house of pain,
Makes no sense of it all
Close this mind dull this brain,
Messiah before his fall
What you see is not real,
Those who know will not tell
All is lost sold your souls
To this brave new world
A brave new world, in a brave new world
A brave new world, in a brave new world
In a brave new world, a brave new world
In a brave new world, a brave new world
Dragon kings dying queens,
Where is salvation now
Lost my life lost my dreams,
Rip the bones from my flesh
Silent screams laughing here,
Dying to tell you the truth
You are planned and you are damned
In this brave new world
A brave new world, in a brave new world
A brave new world, in a brave new world
In a brave new world, a brave new world
In a brave new world, a brave new world
A brave new world, in a brave new world
A brave new world, in a brave new world
In a brave new world, a brave new world
In a brave new world, a brave new world
Dying swans twisted wings,
Bring this savage back home”
– Iron Maiden
Anyone else taking bets, that the “Back The Blue” vinyl stickers typically found on the back of wannabee monster trucks, is just a chip placed on the table, in the gamble of, if they get pulled over, there is a better than statistical chance it might prevent a ticket?
With the bigger the sticker, the higher the odds? Even though none of the money inferenced as support goes towards actually supporting the police, but rather towards the “House” of the owner of the sticker making company?
Or are people such megalomaniacs, they have to ingratiate themselves to themselves by posturing where they stand in the quicksand of society by forcing you to read an empty message, as thin and weak as the plastic it is cut from?
Vain, empty, soulless drivers in self-driving vehicles, powered by empty clichés and regurgitated slogans.
Maybe that autonomous car could swing by the library and drop off the driver to learn that it could truly be autonomous and not be controlled by weak outside facade forces. Such that stickers will not sway their swagger.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
In the Space-Time loaf
Are much tastier
Than bland reality
Though the flavor only lasts
A Planckian nanosecond
Savoring moments of
Miraculous awareness
Traveling through this
Dense divine dimension
Sitting at a not so solid
Table and chair
On a mantel above
A sea of molten magma
Rotating at 1000 mph
In an outer band of stars
Hurling through an abysmal void
Chasing uncatchable galaxies
At 1.3 million miles per hour
Going nowhere fast and how
Not knowing where we are at all
Nor when we have been…ever
(Where this “should” have stopped.)
And still………
We have the audacity and conceit
To focus what little attention
We can spare on the narcissistic
Exhibitions and goings on of one man
And his band of distraction desperados
“Ever wonder why we’re #ucked up as a species?”
– Bill Hicks
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
