my son asked me if i believe there is other life in space? i got to thinking about it again, after some years not giving it any thought, & i turned to oceanic science to begin again: what sticks out most, IMHO, is that for Earth to have developed with it’s air and seas and eventual landmasses, it had to be the one planet so blessed, so perfectly located just hot enough and just cool enough, by it’s singular distance from the sun. one planet able to exist in a way that supports life, brilliant and otherwise. so, when i answered him the other day, i said i believe that the planet Earth sustains the only life in this solar system ~ as a testament to the miracle of benevolent pandemonium, and it is conceivable that every solar system may have a rock in the gravitational pull of a sun that just happened to be situated, by th electrochemical cosmos, or creation, or cosmic creation, in jus that perfect heated & cooled way to have found it’s life sustained: a life that can sustain other life. & then the process of evolution, with it’s benevolence and it’s malignancies raging forward from ocean life to land animals to the French Revolution to Haight-Asbury to Kent State 2 th elections o 2008 to th moronic use o lives n livelihood from th heart 2 th dinner plate
& none of us asked to be born best we can tell, and neither did our children, so what iz it? A gift or a consequence to b left in the hands of a force that would be both King n captor? Or is th moot randomness of it all just a bouncy-ball on th Vomit Comet o super-duper air
the reading herein n then is like a ball-peen hammer to the shin and temple regions, Dano, so i’ve got all these whys going on blocking the space between spirit n mind, & reading or participating in any n all discussion regarding yesterday today n tomorrow iz godsong. Making time between doings o yesterday today n tomorrow is the rub, not like a rubdown but stimulating like th best of th best massotherapy available from the far east to the west
discussions including “whys” are prevalent in & around many communities, why o why o why o why o why o
why; everyday more than a dozen "whys" are … kind enough to engage me in this mui mad massotherapy •
yeah, i realize this is a little
bit-oh sensitive puff the
magic dragon & pet
the kitty material
however, that
said, whoz
to say?
•
why’s that wiseguy so quick to claim all’s well?
whys like this stood in the front and wept real tears
when Mussolini gave a speech; the bully cried elation
for a nation that would soon weed-out the weaklings
leaving only assholes and sadists to glean th streets
fascism is to right as liberalism is to left
the trends are @ opposite ends
one has the weapons,
the organization
and the other
the books
& soul,
the sun
& the rain
& the skyline
& the cognizant
(play that song again)
knowledge that all’s not well
but we do not have to b on this path
n who will likely ultimately win the game
the ones with the weapons and big hats and no frame
of reference that suggests that life is in fact miraculous and one
being is as good as the next, and one does not drag-off the other if one is
not of the state of mind that takes and takes and takes and takes
that an individual’s performance does not require goose-
step precision or some notion that all must co-
ordinate from one drum; individuality,
flexibility in numbers, is good
energy: a source
o vital life
signs
V
•
listen to the screams: definitely yes there is room on the bus for the lot of us
somewhere between cooperation and individualism, earth sciences, the seas, the
biosphere, the hierarchal hands higher than feet notions, onto the four winds
an into the trees state of persistence to an fro on a gripping ride beside th
tide’s determined autonomic responsibility t reach a salty hand up an
touch th sand known 2 th feet o creation’s maximum intentions.
this is not to say mammalian tendencies don’t
instigate a good bit o grappling
every now n again
•
eye
eye
show
the world
that love is still
alive, you must be
brave, or you children
of the world are Children
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uRhZISswW_k
…of the Grave
