I go through the motions. Each step I realize a bit of what everyone has already figured out billions of times over. Each big interval in life, each trudge up the steps. One after the other. Connecting, dot to dot to dot to dot. And for what? To finish a painting with no end. Maybe it completes itself at the very precipice of death. But by then what is the point of its existence. The fleeting beauty of a singular moment at the very end when it all clicks into place. I've seen a thousand sun sets each a different form and hue. I'm familiar with fleeting beauty and it doesn't serve a thing. With all life has to offer why am I left hollow and wanting. Will this biological nightmare ever end. The sentience of swirling sticky chemicals is trick played on us all.
Why is this still happening and why can't we figure it out.
Time, as we have come to know it, is only relevant to our planet Earth; because out in deep space it would lose most of its meaning and worth. _______
There's a graphic piece that accompanies this couplet titled: 'Earth, Space and The Foundation of Time' which can be viewed elsewhere on the web. Please check it out. From 'Simple Observations' ongoing writings since the early '90's.
The light at the end of the tunnel is actually a sense of worth, of value, of relevance... a sense of purpose and place. The loss of these took me here. It is not a light that those in the tunnel control... seemingly forever beyond my reach and unable to believe in value, place or worth. It was never the aim to switch the light off. It was the hand and judgement of others that threw the switch to off. It is why the light and the switch are on the outside of the tunnel and not in the darkness where I am. If you give no worth... If you give no value... If you give no relevance... If you give no purpose... Then there can be no place where the light can shine.
Purpose and relevance feed worth and value... in turn self esteem gets fed. It is false that you must love yourself first. Very definitely it is the other way around.
reporting in unnerving detail how trains derail, tour buses fail to stay on roads without a rail how terrorists attacked again when nobody expected them what nonsense politicians spew unfortunately quite a few how the economy keeps getting worse yet billionaires still fill their purse pollution levels have ‘improved’ El Nino has the jet streams moved millions of refugees are loose around the globe, few clothes, no shoes armies and gangsters flex their muscles cannot resist the deadly hustle
and for the icing on the cake thousands of lives are now at stake we learn without too strong emotions that a new virus was discovered the waters of our rising oceans have by now covered a third of several island nation's land no more idyllic beaches with white sand
all this mixed in with those exciting human interest stories about the latest dog show winners some brilliant wunderkind beginners major and minor worries from distant neighborhoods commercials for the latest fads and all the current healthy foods self-advertising TV channel ads who’s s great in sports and who of sorts
in short 24/7 of much useless blather that neither alters our lives nor can we change its mostly dreary facts
yet we risk drowning under this debris of cacophonic sound and image bites unless we learn to set our marks clear our sights turn into info sharks devouring just those bits of almost hidden information we can make sense of and digest the clues to what is really going on below the surface of our media-created ocean
it’s the commotions in the depths that teach us best give us a glimpse behind the curtains of stale words make us aware there’s little time for rest