No longer the centerpiece of a cosmic order
At best an inconsequently spinning jewel
In a schism between life and death
Foundations of dogma crumble down
Leaving a crisis of identity in
An uncertain world
We search inward while reaching outward
Vainly grasping in both hands
The delusions of yesterdays past
Without reason or order
This tireless journey will be fulfilled
In the struggle of our existence
Sometimes you find something
So amazing and so incredible
That all you can think is to
Share the experience.
As if by sharing it will validate
That it is real
And that you are real
Perhaps not alone in
Those moments of rapture
I love looking further forward
Past what is known and
Beyond what is clear
There we see in a most
Uncertain haze
Opportunity most
Beautiful
Look closely, those are cows
They escaped, wandered into the street and made way to the ocean
On one hand it’s probably dangerous for them to be on the highway
But this answers a vague question floating in my mind
Everytime I see them staring stupidly chewing cud
I wonder if they long for the freedom of running
Freely on an empty beach
Just as I do
I don’t know why I am so amused with fruity drinks
I don’t think ignorance is as blissful as we would think. I think selective awareness might be a better approach to crafting a life worth living
A reactor is known as a “breeder” if it produces more fissionable material than it consumes
Try to look ahead and see where you’re heading. Often times the landscape stretches out for miles with no exits, other times there’s choices at every turn. It’s exhilarating as every moment you’ve made distance. You have an idea but you’re unsure where you’re going or what it will look like.
The only anxiety is that moment in between, where there is no distance, no direction– it’s ironic how the answer isn’t important, it doesn’t matter what direction, just go somewhere, anywhere.
Wake up early and make yourself known to the world
It can be difficult to find Beauty in everything
There are times it is unknown to us
Our perception mingles with expectation
And we see only the divergence
The flaws from the expected Beauty
There is ugly in reality, it is everywhere
And there is Beauty– it is the paradox of life
That both are everywhere all the time
The movement of life assures this
So what are these aesthetics we cling to?
Perhaps an evolutionary morality
And we cannot help but to find and cherish
The beauty in all things
