Bury, burn or blast off. Thinking back to our earliest days I have to wonder which came first. Some hominid tripping over the bones of the dead said we have to do something about this. Hmmm. Should we dig a hole and bury it or should we have a bonfire (really a bone fire) and make ashes of our ancestors.
Conditions at the time dictated and facilitated the choice.
Fast forward many years to when technology gave us another option. Lets just shoot our earthly remains into space. After all there is a lot of space up there in space. We are just the species to fill it. After all who wants to have their leavings hanging around in perpetuity in the…
Well pluck the duck. What do I have to lose. I guess I will go live in the future even if it is inhabited with people that have boomer expectations in a millennial economy. Sure it’s like having bees live in your head, but there you are.
Everything I know I learned from Firesign Theater.
I have had many imaginary conversations while planning ahead for meetings, dates, interviews, encounters, and general day to day appointments. But usually the other parties involved never cooperate and follow the script I have planned out in my head. That darn freewill will get you everytime.
Today I am radiating all that I have done leading up to today. In that way I can dissipate the cumulative and pent up vapors of the past to leave me cool and ready to receive the heat build up from the friction of entering another day.
I would have to say there have been very few jolts in my life. More often things tend to jostle themselves into my purview. I see a thing flowing my way in a flurry of elbows and knees roiling through the masses before me. Rewarding with mashed toes and insulted ribs as it streams merrily in full tilt approach mode. The yowls and yammers of those with their backs to this jostling juggernaut full of jolt, such as yourself with back fully presented, should be sufficient warning to you who now stands before me. I am always jolted into wonderment by the joltage voltage you receive when taken from behind by what I saw as a long time coming. The jolt bolt also reveals your disappointment in me for not warning you of the impending jolt. Yet you never leave your perception ajar to a single sooth that I say.
But I would like to ask, “Is there anything behind me?”