Whether or not those
Two imbeciles can out
Imbecile each other
As dumb and dumber or
Petulant and perverted
It is about how long
They can keep up the
Daily divisive distraction
While they keep sending
Money to their banks
As the docile masses
Hover around the
Light emitting screens
All slack-jawed and
Saucer eyed like
“A dog who has just
Been shown a card trick”.
– Bill Hicks
Prepared with
Water cooler gossip of
What they saw and herd*
*(not a spelling error)
Instead of doing what
Jesus might do and
Figure out how to….
According to their
Alleged Christianity
Heal the sick
Feed the hungry and
House the homeless
Forgive transgressions
At least long enough
To figure out how to
Blame these tiffs… on 46
I was going to save this
Until Monday morning
But by then , everything
May have already changed
Back to different chaos
Or crafty capitulation
Is in the room
I did not invite the elephant
Those who did, do not want
To acknowledge the elephant
They are too busy sipping
From the punch bowl
With a turd in it to pretend
It wasn’t left by the
800-pound gorilla
As the chaos economy
Props and falters at the
Whims and wishes of a
Unatisfied narcissistic ego
Desperate for attention
As the bull in the China shop
Will not leave even after
Tables are overturned and
Every dish and cup is destroyed
Leaving the owners in a pickle
To fight the insurance companies
For compensation to be denied
Left with a little less will to rebuild
After the circus leaves town
I am the
Anti anti anti anti-establishment
I only want to recognize
The authority of each moment
For each moment’s each moment
Temporary existing moment
Discarding that for each
Subsequent moment while
Moving on to the next
As the true source of authority
Nothing to prove or believe
(Consider the freedom that implies)
Simply experience and be in awe
Of each miraculous moment
How might any entity (authority,
Governments, time) have any
Control over an individual when
As soon as each controllable
Moment manifests, it disappears
“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
Through logical deductions
Metaphysical perceptions
Whatever game we are playing
Has never started and…
Will by no means ever end
Especially after listening to
Terrence McKenna’s book
“True Hallucinations”
Pausing on contemplations
Losing track of “time”
All while imbibing on
The strongest drug
I ingest as a liquid
Not ayahuasca
But rather hot coffee
Usually a half caf decaf
Focused on, or not
Each cup is an experience
Everything is unique
In every sip or gulp
The room you are in
With or without company
In that moment
Contemplating that moment
Will never ever reoccur
The earth rotated while
Hurling through the cosmos
Holding on to the sun’s
Gravitational pull
Like it’s inhabitants
Life depends on it
(The following is from
A developing post
So I can close this out
Otherwise, I’m convinced
It may never end)
I could think
About infinity
For an eternity
All day long and
9 ways to Sunday
I do not ask questions
To seek answers
Or find truths
I ask questions
To ask better questions
In a quest for discovering
Better understandings
Permanent answers
Or divine truths
Are elusive illusions
Change is permanent
Why would I hang my hat
On something that
Does not exist
To bring about everlasting changes
Admittedly, one of my issues with religion
Is the use of the masculine as an APAKALOB
“All Powerful All Knowing All Loving Omniscient Being”
Probably because as I write this, it occurs to me
I am responsible with many responsibilities
Putting the creation and alleged violent ending
To all of humanity and existence itself on my plate
Is just two too many things to add to my responsibilities
As a subtle under lying praise and blame for an
APAKALOB that makes individuals rich and masses poor
While deciding who lives or dies with coin tosses
Amusement or asked for forgiveness after a life
Of intentional and immoral transgressions
So I have decided at least temporarily to
Use a word exchange to alter my perspective
When I see or hear the word God as a man
Such as heavenly father
First, as John Lennon taught us
There is no heaven, so that part is out
And, and, for a child, male or female
To be “born,” both sets of goodies are required
Sorry Mary, that mythological BS
Has been tried before, again, and again
Always in time to start a new religion
To replace a fading one
Cosmic assembler are the words I am going with
While one is here, the cosmos exist
You are the observer to the observable universe
When you are not, there is no universe to observe
Regardless that it may exist with or without you
Or that it doesn’t exist at all because you are not here
Side note:
I’ve never understood why a fe”male” or a wo”man”
Would be so willingly to accept that “he”r existence
Is entirely contingent on having been made by a man
Subjected to all that, it implies of “owe”nership
“Just between you and me, in any decently run universe, this guy would have been out on his all-powerful ass a long time ago .
By the way, I say this “guy” because I firmly believe, looking at these results, that if there is a god, it has to be a man.
No woman could or would ever, fuck things up like this.”
– George Carlin
Assembler, more accurately, describes knowing
What to do with the stuff that is always here
By using infinite intelligence to put materials together
Whether it be an element with specific properties
Coordinating with compatible elements to be
Able to have awareness with consciousness and
Consciousness with or without awareness
Likewise, could change the B in APAKALOB to F
From being, which vaguely describes a person
To F for force that describes energy with a push
Kinetically speaking as APAKALOF as in
“An energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us, penetrates us, and binds the galaxy together.”
– Obi-Wan Kenobi
I know I’ve used this quote exhaustively
However, it sums up a lot, beautifully and succinctly
“All matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves.”
– Bill Hicks
Therefore, one’s responsibility is to appreciate that notion, be completely filled with awe, and exercise their limited free will. From Bill’s perspective, everything is miraculous layered in miracles.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
An assembler put my glasses together from materials that are here, from a different assembler who gathered the materials, passed on till they got to me. So that I might write this nonsense to amuse myself. I am in gratitude to the Cosmic Assembler.
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
There is no
Matter of fact
Besides
There is a
50/50 chance
Whether or not
The “fact” is a
Wave or if it is
A particle by
The power of
Which observer
Is observing it at
Some interval of
Nonexistent time
Laid out linearly
To experience it as
A means of a
Perceived fact
Comedians and lyricists
Scientists and scriptures
Philosophers and layman
But I do not follow them
Rather, I am guided by their
Wisdom and context
Combined as a unit of
Eclectic marvelment
Divining my own way to
Further my enlightenment
By questions and wonder
Challenging challenges
Does it ring true for me
Utilize my limited free will
To make my best choices
Leading myself always
No where / now here
Once one realizes that
Everything is an experience
It creates an environment
In which to experiment
With an “if then” flow chart
Series of contemplations
Projections of outcomes
Mostly based on previous
Perceived experiences
If not unexplained intuitions
Satiating serotonin levels
To even higher heights
Heightening experiences
In the underlying evolution
Towards total enlightenment
……… or not….. no one knows
No one knows, and yet, we all know
“You gotta have a series of smaller goals,
that you can accomplish, and slowly work your way up.
And this is what I have done. That’s why I’m so happy.
My goal:
Right now, I want to be the all-being,
master of time, space and dimension.
Then, I want to go to Europe – I think.”
– Steve Martin
No matter what you do
Eventually, you will “die”
Or at least cease to live
This current experience
Which one may get to
Or not, experience again
“The heaviest burden:
“What, if some day or night, a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness and say to you:
‘This life, as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more; and there will be nothing new in it, but every pain and every joy and every thought and sigh… must return to you—all in the same succession and sequence—even this spider and this moonlight between the trees and even this moment and I myself.
The eternal hourglass of existence is turned over again and again—and you with it, speck of dust!’
Would you not throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse the demon who spoke thus? Or have you once experienced a tremendous moment when you would have answered him:
‘You are a god, and never have I heard anything more divine!’ If this thought were to gain possession of you, it would change you as you are, or perhaps crush you.
The question in each and every thing, “do you want this once more and innumerable times more?” would lie upon your actions as the greatest weight.
Or how well disposed would you have to become to yourself and to life to crave nothing more fervently than this ultimate eternal confirmation and seal?”
― Friedrich Nietzsche
Looking at the world through a windshield. 