A loud crack split through the low murmur of the coffee shop. She had momentarily lost her grip upon the mug and it had dropped straight down shattering bits of ceramic across the floor. To her great relief the mug had been vacant of the scalding hot agent of morning need, which moments later it would have contained, as it slipped from her hand. It was her first week and this was her first casualty of the learning curve. She quickly searched for a broom and a dustpan.
Time comes and goes
The years burst upon us with the hope of unrealized potential
And then fade away just like every year before it.
She enters through the side door and makes her way to a couch against the wall. She sits, pulls out her laptop and begins to work on her paper. “But no no, this is not comfortable, in order for me to properly work on this I need a better seat,” she thinks. So she gathers her things and arises and moves to a cushy comfy olive colored loveseat. She reaches out and pulls the coffee table placed in front of her closer to herself, mildly disturbing someone whose coffee was already resting on the table. In her quest to find the perfect place to produce her paper she is unaware of her disturbance of others.
I grow weary of passive entertainment
I wish to be a participant and actor
In whatever this thing called life is
What do I have to offer this world in terms
Of creative or intellectual improvement?
Are the successful voices of our day
Just preaching to the choir of their congregation
Reinforcing an already agreed upon faith or agenda
Are we just providing each other with more and more
Ammunition to defeat the other guys, the other team
The idiots, the crazies, the dolts who can’t see “the truth”
Or better put “our truth” Continue reading “Politics as Sport”
Here I am again
Late at night
Alone, all by myself
With the hate and anguish
They say I’m gifted
Gifted at this,
The pain and sorrow
Lost on those who think
It’s all I do
I did some calculations the other evening.
(I am no scientist and I obtained all of my info from the internet, just a disclaimer.)
What I was able to decipher is that a gold atom inside a human body is a general comparison to the size of our solar system in the universe.
In other words if the universe were a human body our solar system would be the size of a gold atom in that body, give or take a decimal place.
How do we determine value of human life or life in general?
Football season is now completely upon us, after tonight every NFL team will have played a regular season game, the only ones that really matter. (I think they should do away with 2 preseason games at least and keep the regular season to 16 games. Just to state my two cents in regards to the upcoming labor talks.) I haven’t done the research but I think it is safe to say that every college football team has played a game at this point, as well.
I look at the world through unopened eyes
The darkness abiding, Can’t see my demise
I’m an unintelligible individual, All of us are
We go through this life, All alone as we are
Where do we draw the line?
Doesn’t one make the other better…and worse,
More or less
“Know thyself” – Socrates
Is this an attainable goal?
Is it a constant process until the sweet release of death?
The moment you reach a place where you feel you have attained the goal, is usually a precursor to a great upheaval in one’s life in which everything you though you knew about yourself is brought into question. Or so it has been in my life.