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I believe in what we have on this Earth, what we were taught to covet as children but not to love, at least not to love it enough, because the stuff that we hold in our small tender hands contains the sands of the hourglass that will bring change to the world, that will rearrange the future to the way we see fit, and when we've finally found what "it" is for each one of us, that "it" that we hold so dear, the one thing we are told that we have, but that we may not hear or see or feel, but we can love, that is what I believe in. I do not see a God watching us, or a demon plaguing us with filth and sin. I do not see a God who is with us through thick and thin or tells us what to place our trust in because that is within us, trying to come out, trying to finally be free from society that has stifled it so. Even through piety and faith, which is a word that I've heard so much it's lost all meaning to me, people will lose their inner voice, their heart that beats with the sound of an infant's cry, their brain that tells them why they try so hard to know all that they can, their legs that carry them forward, and their wings that fly them there even faster, and when that goes, then you have nothing to believe in. But I can hear my voice, and I am no God, I am no supreme being whose will is law, that is not my job, that is rightfully the job of every one of us, a sentient democracy, even though it is no democracy, for in such a system you cannot hear your own voice amongst the billions of others, your brothers and sisters and fathers and mothers who may not know you, but all share something in common. We all believe in what we have on this Earth, to some degree, some solemn singularity that is not singular, some point of view that is not angular, some déjà vu that is not irregular, and we hold on tight to the prospect of a light at the end of the tunnel through which we fly with no end in sight and we don't stop to ask why, we just keep going. I believe in what we have on this Earth, I believe in futures and education and the Internet, just think, we have built ourselves the Internet, filled with endless promise that may scare some but we can all share our forward consciousness, flying along the inside of the tunnel like zeros and ones, telling us yes or no, stop or go, think or know, but there is so much more. We have enough knowledge to make maps of the gaps in our universe, where only several billion stars reside, each with exponential potential for there to be so much more than what we can see with our eyes, than the farthest reaches of our voice in the infinite size of the universe we call home which we think we own but we know we don't, because while there is doubt, there is so much more. That is what we should be taught to love as children, so that from day one, when we look to heaven above and see nothing, and we climb the highest mountain and sigh because we see nothing, and we finally fly out the end of our tunnel and we cry because we still see nothing, we can know that what we see does not limit our mind, only our eyes, and how far or how high has no end, and while we can search for the way to perch ourselves upon the apex of the universe, wherever that may lie, there will come a day when what we believe in becomes what we have, something we can hold in our small tender hands. We must never lose sight of that day. We must fly to the light at the end of the tunnel, we must beam out our voices in zeros and ones, we must search for our "it" in every corner of existence, we must learn and teach and pass things on to our futures, we must never forget what seems gone, because we will know everything stays with us, and we must never, for as long as we can love and look up and say the delicious word "sentience," we must never stop believing in what we have on this Earth, because there is so much more.
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Jan 18, 2012
Jan 18, 2012 at 5:27 PM UTC
What we Have on this Earth
I believe in what we have on this Earth, what we were taught to covet as children but not to love, at least not to love it enough, because the stuff that we hold in our small tender hands contains the sands of the hourglass that will bring change to the world, that will rearrange the future to the way we see fit, and when we've finally found what "it" is for each one of us, that "it" that we hold so dear, the one thing we are told that we have, but that we may not hear or see or feel, but we can love, that is what I believe in. I do not see a God watching us, or a demon plaguing us with filth and sin. I do not see a God who is with us through thick and thin or tells us what to place our trust in because that is within us, trying to come out, trying to finally be free from society that has stifled it so. Even through piety and faith, which is a word that I've heard so much it's lost all meaning to me, people will lose their inner voice, their heart that beats with the sound of an infant's cry, their brain that tells them why they try so hard to know all that they can, their legs that carry them forward, and their wings that fly them there even faster, and when that goes, then you have nothing to believe in. But I can hear my voice, and I am no God, I am no supreme being whose will is law, that is not my job, that is rightfully the job of every one of us, a sentient democracy, even though it is no democracy, for in such a system you cannot hear your own voice amongst the billions of others, your brothers and sisters and fathers and mothers who may not know you, but all share something in common. We all believe in what we have on this Earth, to some degree, some solemn singularity that is not singular, some point of view that is not angular, some déjà vu that is not irregular, and we hold on tight to the prospect of a light at the end of the tunnel through which we fly with no end in sight and we don't stop to ask why, we just keep going. I believe in what we have on this Earth, I believe in futures and education and the Internet, just think, we have built ourselves the Internet, filled with endless promise that may scare some but we can all share our forward consciousness, flying along the inside of the tunnel like zeros and ones, telling us yes or no, stop or go, think or know, but there is so much more. We have enough knowledge to make maps of the gaps in our universe, where only several billion stars reside, each with exponential potential for there to be so much more than what we can see with our eyes, than the farthest reaches of our voice in the infinite size of the universe we call home which we think we own but we know we don't, because while there is doubt, there is so much more. That is what we should be taught to love as children, so that from day one, when we look to heaven above and see nothing, and we climb the highest mountain and sigh because we see nothing, and we finally fly out the end of our tunnel and we cry because we still see nothing, we can know that what we see does not limit our mind, only our eyes, and how far or how high has no end, and while we can search for the way to perch ourselves upon the apex of the universe, wherever that may lie, there will come a day when what we believe in becomes what we have, something we can hold in our small tender hands. We must never lose sight of that day. We must fly to the light at the end of the tunnel, we must beam out our voices in zeros and ones, we must search for our "it" in every corner of existence, we must learn and teach and pass things on to our futures, we must never forget what seems gone, because we will know everything stays with us, and we must never, for as long as we can love and look up and say the delicious word "sentience," we must never stop believing in what we have on this Earth, because there is so much more.
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Jan 18, 2012
Jan 18, 2012 at 5:27 PM UTC
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