Before our unsuspecting eyes
Like star trek
He just vapourised

But hey, it's ok
We know now friend
It's your way

We hope sincerely you'll be back
We promise not to get too close-
We know you don't want that

We hope you will return, at the time you select
Until then, fare thee well
With respect, great respect

Divinity is all around us, yet no deity is to blame.

A world of wisdom is there to be explored
both in the outside World and the universe Inside
if only we allow ourselves to break our fixations
and to overcome our own shortcomings
and forgive those of others.

Empathy. A word created by it's absence.
Compassion. A word fortified with guilt.
Enlightenment. A word used as a carrot on a spiritual stick.
Virtue. A subjective and metaphysical code of honor.
Love.

Words are but tools. Signs upon the path.
They weave into an intricate map of reality.
A subjective map. A distorted map.
The map is not the territory.
One must acquaint one's self to the territory
before the map can be put into it's proper context.

Words are funny tools.

Used for every purpose.

By both good and evil. Truth and lies.
Profit and charity. Prophet and atheist.

They are limited. They are imperfect.
Such is our Communication,
Such is our Perception,
and thus
Such is our reality.

Life without death is non-existence.

I don't know what's worse.

You openly insulting me

or ignoring me like I'm not there.

The man of life upright, whose guiltless heart is free
From all dishonest deeds and thoughts of vanity:
The man whose silent days in harmless joys are spent,
Whom hopes cannot delude, nor fortune discontent;
That man needs neither towers nor armor for defense,
Nor secret vaults to fly from thunder's violence:
He only can behold with unaffrighted eyes
The horrors of the deep and terrors of the skies;
Thus scorning all the care that fate or fortune brings,
He makes the heaven his book, his wisdom heavenly things;
Good thoughts his only friends, his wealth a well-spent age,
The earth his sober inn and quiet pilgrimage.

I'm sick of constantly having to update everything.
This system is out of date, rise to our level.
Everytime I want to unplug from the system, life reminds me that while I am still alive and breathing in this moment of our short human history, it is impossible to stay unplugged.
People posting on their facebook walls love letters to their new crush, or to starbucks, or our lord and ******* savior. I wonder if God has a facebook. Imagine the notifications that ******* has to have by now. "Woah! Sherry from Wisonsin tagged me in a post about how much people should love and thank me! I mean, she could be out trying to make friends with the girl she was mocking in the breakroom, but thank Me that she spent time to tag. Guess its time to check my twitter feed."
I am drowning in this sinking ship of updates.

Can you please save me?
I am drowning.
I am drowning in the land of the free and home of the...
(wait, what was that last part again?)
We had so much potential...
We saved the world.
We cared for it gently.
Now that has been shoved to the side.
I am drowning in this dystopian plutocracy.
I can't breathe over the advertisements.
My lungs are filled with empty words.



I sink into the static...

You'll find me where the sand meets the grass.
Where the forest and the trees meet the beaches and the seas.
The mountains high and mighty and the ocean far and fierce.
One foot in sand,
gently warm and mysterious.
One foot in grass,
cool and calmly curious.
I'll wait for you there until the sun and sky collide.
When the whispers of our universe softly lay us down to sleep
and our souls fly side by side...
Hurry please because we do not have long.
You'll find me where the sand meets the grass.