To perceive reality
On a molecular level
It strips everything
Of its everything-ness
With all the zipping about
Of protons and neutrons
Appearing as a mist
Of a grayish white light
Coming together in
Agreed to locations
To observe from knowing
That the atomic power
In each miniscule particle
Doing its proper thing of
Behaving like it is expected
Without wires or batteries
For example, one does not
Actually, knock on wood
For that is impossible
The molecules are
Everywhere all at once
Coalescing into what
Appears to be wood
The same goes for your
Hand, eyes, and ears
The chair and table
Which are all there as
You perceive them
Just not “really” there
Likewise, the knock is
Not really emitting a sound
It is all perception
To enhance experience
Such as fulfilling
The cliche that
Knocking on wood
Will ward off misfortune
There is no timber or tribulation
Save for ingrained indoctrinated
Perceptions that make it so
Unsure where chasing this
Elusive Bunny is off to
Going down the rabbit hole
Yet, this line of thinking
Is fun and rewarding
“I do not know
Where I am going
But I do know
I am moving forward. “
– Angelo Devlin
Will do you no good
If you are still controlled by
The parental voices in your head
That continue to tell you that
You are not valued just for being
Likewise
Advocating for fascism
Will not help you achieve
Personal responsibility and discipline
To make your life one iota better
Because you feel so out of control
Maybe the following serenity prayer adaptation will help
Word(s)/God, grant me the serenity
to accept the things I can not change,
courage to change the things I can,
and wisdom to know the difference.
Living one day at a time,
enjoying one moment at a time,
accepting hardship as a pathway to peace.
Taking this objectionable world
as it is, not as I would have it.
Trusting that Word(s) will make all things right
if I utilize the power of Word(s)
That I may be personally happy in this life
and supremely happy with Word(s).
Amen.
Adapted for a more personally responsible tone in the present, than suggesting an invisible deity is qualified to do it for you if you only believe in a Santa Clause caricature in a different, next, final dimension than this one. Living in the present present is the way.
Case in point
Santa Clause, grant me the serenity
to accept the things I can not change,
courage to change the things I can,
and wisdom to know the difference.
Living one day at a time,
enjoying one moment at a time,
accepting hardship as a pathway to peace.
Taking, as Santa Clause did, this sinful world
as it is, not as I would have it.
Trusting that Santa Clause will make all things right
if I surrender to Santa Clause’s will.
That I may be reasonably happy in this life
and supremely happy with Santa Clause
forever in the next.
Amen.
Being first up
At an intersection
The light glowed red
In an instant and only
For a brief moment
The world paused
Long enough for me to
Recognize infinity that is
All happening all at once
Right before my eyes
Silence in my ears
The molecules and atoms
Danced their rapid dance
As waves became particles
Particles emerged as waves
Breaking the illusion that
Anything was solid or as
Transparent as a windshield
In an agreed to construct
Of the universal mind to
Have a subjective perspective
For the sake of experience
Perceiving reality through
The magic of consciousness
Always no where now here
All ways a magnificent mirage
Albeit a miraculous one that
Ought to leave one speechless
At the enormity of detail
Required to pull off “reality”
Which is essentially virtual
Whether you like it or not
Seeing and feeling
The light and heat
Of a gigantic fireball
Ninety million miles away
All while being
Wrapped tightly into
An anthropomorphic form
To experience emotions of
Love, joy, anger, pain, faith,
Doubt, regret, hope, desire,
Trust, fear, pleasure, certainty,
Loyalty, betrayal, anxiety,
Calm, and whatever else
And yet, with all of that
Faster than light speed
Zipping around there is
Still an awareness of a
Phenomenon called memory
Also, perceived consciousness
Crazy, huh?
“All of that
Which has reality
Has no basis
In reality.”
– Angelo Devlin
Ironically
An atheist’s God is Atheism
Presenting arguments
That God does not exist
Using the evidence of God’s existence
Words
Ooopsie
“In the beginning, the Word already existed.
The Word was with God, and the Word was God.”
John 1:1
Spoken words are invisible
Yet, the words describe reality
With the audacity of being audible
Even if you hear them
Inside of your head
Where there are no ears
(At least not that I know of)
Unless you are reading this out loud
Your voice is making them audible
With your own voice, cool, huh
I doubt you are hearing them in my voice
Even though I typed them here as such
Which is kind of a Kermit the frog
Mixed with an Oscar The Grouch tone
(You are rereading that in Kermit’s voice
Wondering what Oscar sounded like)
“Energy (like Word) can not be created or destroyed, only transformed from one form to another.”
– Albert Einstein
Words are kinetic energy
Stored when unread and unheard
With their potential being potent or powerless
Depending on their reception at the time
In print, words are more tangible
Collectively placed in books
To be carried and read later
There is no place words are not
Words are everywhere
Existing infinitely
Changing meaning
Depending on content
Context and intent
A rock is not a rock
Without having a word for rock
When it is a noun
As a verb, it all boils down to perception
Either swaying back and forth gently or
To shake violently
Same word, different interpretations
The source of Word / words then becomes
The infinitesimally small yet infinite gap
Between Michaelangelo’s hand (mind) of God
Hand (mind) of man representation that
No matter (non-matter) how close one gets
With Word, it will never grasp the entirety of Word
Beyond beginnings and endings, seeing/hearing as how
“The Word…..already existed.” (Ta-da) – John 1:1
That must be why atheists and theists grapple over proof
Even though they are utilizing the proof and truth itself
Words
How ironic……..
Meanwhile, if an atheist contends there is no invisible man living in the sky puppeteering everything to sadistic and masochistic whims and wishes, they have a valid point.
Ironically, using God / Word(s) to make that point.
About infinity
For an eternity
All day long and
9 ways to Sunday
Before the sun sets
The moon arises
As the world turns
In rotation around
A black hole in a
One of trillions
Of other galaxies
Traveling
Destination-less
Merrily on its way
To no-where
Answering the question
Why are we here?
To be emulating
Infinity as such…….
Traveling
Destination-less
Merrily on my way
To no-where
“I think we’re part of a greater wisdom that we won’t 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
Also that Bill Hicks is right.
“It is just a ride,”
Always gives me something
To think about
“For a little while……….”
Down
Into its little
Components
Is when one
Realizes
There is
No way to
Brake time
To a complete
Stop
As it is not even
Possible to
Slow it down
Into anything
But each of
Its moments
In which
Oddly enough
Gives credence to
Einstein’s theory
That everything is
Happening
All at once
This led to an unintentional experiment at the dentist’s office, where, essentially by circumstance, I invited a near complete stranger to put two hands halfway into my mouth with tiny clamps and buzzing drills. With just enough room for a suction device of a hard plastic tube to remove saliva since that ability was rendered impossible. Think not. Open your mouth and swallow. I’ll wait….
Anyway, as this slight torture was occurring, it occurred to me I could make each segment of “pain” a little bit shorter by repeating a mini mantra. “This moment has passed.”
“Worked like a charm.”
– Bill Hicks
After being freed from the inverse oral Iron Maiden, I took with me a new awareness that in uncomfortable, painful or anger triggering situations I am able to experience the experience with a different perspective by repeating, “This moment has passed.”
“The phantoms
Of our imagination
Are as real as the
Beliefs in our brain”
– Angelo Devlin
Every time
By a brain, in
The mind VS.
Mind games
That can not
Decipher
A real event
From an
Imagined one
Remember when
You pulled a
Bright yellow
Cool dimpled
Lemon from
The fridge
Sliced it in half
With a sharp knife
To make slices
For lemonade
But instead
You brought that
Lemon half
Up to your mouth
Sank your teeth in it
For a big bite as
Your mouth fills
With saliva in
Anticipation of
The bitterness to
Gently swallow
While reading this
Asking yourself
Where is the lemon??
Oh yeah……
Belief wins
Every time
By a brain in
The mind VS.
Mind games
P.S.
If you reread this
It will happen again
In case you are wondering where the lemon is, it is floating in space inside Bertrand Russell’s teapot. At least that is what I believe.
“If I were to suggest that between the Earth and Mars there is a china teapot revolving about the sun in an elliptical orbit, nobody would be able to disprove my assertion provided I were careful to add that the teapot is too small to be revealed even by our most powerful telescopes. But if I were to go on to say that, since my assertion cannot be disproved, it is an intolerable presumption on the part of human reason to doubt it, I should rightly be thought to be talking nonsense. If, however, the existence of such a teapot were affirmed in ancient books, taught as the sacred truth every Sunday, and instilled into the minds of children at school, hesitation to believe in its existence would become a mark of eccentricity and entitle the doubter to the attentions of the psychiatrist in an enlightened age or of the Inquisitor in an earlier time.”
― Bertrand Russell
There is no state
Of being a being
Save for perception
That you are one
With eyes that see
Ears that hear
A nose that smells
Hands that touch
A mouth that tastes
But meanwhile
Knowing how atoms work
You are a conglomeration
Of a bunch of those
Working in unison
Tied with consciousness
To experience experiences
For the sake of each experience
How bizarre / miraculous is that
That atoms, made up of tiny
Protons neutrons and electrons
With subsets of even smaller
Quarks, leptons, and bosons
All zipping about at high speed
Meeting at agreed to spots to
Form an anthropomorphic form
As a subjective perspective
To participate with awareness
Each Planktonian nanosecond
With each sense uniquely
Qualified to perceive what it does
After all, one does not taste
Food with their eyeball or hand
Even though all are connected
In an agreed to universal mind
Construct of being a being
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
Looking at the world through a windshield. 