Finally I had a conversation with myself. I decided to confirm my reservation to give myself a real treat this week. I think I am on the verge of having a viable life once again. Although I am generally allergic to social intercourse, there are times that I look back with a winsome eye for days past. I know I can funnel my knowledge of winning some and losing some and no longer be forlorn for those chances that have slipped away. The brilliant light of epiphany that I see undulate before my eyes shows me a way to carve through the coming adversity. While once upon a time this prospect would evoke a certain amount of dread with in my soul, sending me into a more static wait and see stance, today I will entertain a more joyous embrace of my fate and study the life enriching opportunities that such a loophole in my planned path has afforded my life to experience. This agile mind and resolve might shock those who thought of me as a more dull and resolute sort. Perhaps even make them blink a few times to view me reborn. So though I scan time’s horizon, I formulate no set strategy, I must be candid and admit to the universe that I am indeed late again on each and every one of these prompts. But I am glad I was able to …
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…
Vast amounts of earthbound gasses have percolated through me. Geysers of matter in liquid form and it’s various components have been through the process as well. Every move I make has my many atoms percolating through other atoms on the of surface this rock we call home. While many particles bounce right off, because I am relatively dense, I have retained some of the atoms I have percolated and transformed them through my amazing secret percolation process.
I have heard tell there are subatomic bits so small that they pass through the space between my various and sundry atomic quarks and quirks so apparently I am not as dense as I appear.
I am glad this rock we inhabit is as dense or more than me so I can stay above ground for the time being. I also appreciate the people who are as dense or denser than me on this chunk of cosmic debris we call earth or I would indeed be a lonely little percolator short and stout. Except when we run into each other. I do not want to break my handle or my spout.
So watch it!
So here I sit percolating away leaving you with this thought.
Oh if only crossroads were so simple. Right. Left. Forward. Or run home and hide under the blankets.
Then again there are intersections that occur, have occurred, are occurring, and will continue to occur in the eternity called now.
Kind of like this: *
Only with an infinite number of lines running through that single point we call now, continuing on into infinity and (for those of you that might be Buzzed) beyond.
So next time someone asks you to get the butter, just remember the options are endless. From explaining dietary implications of, as well as, the inevitable string theory of dairy products in general, oleo and the inherent sins of such marketing obfuscation and chicanery, reenactments from scenes in “Last Tango In Paris” aside, to the full inclusion of just acquiescing to their request in smug silence: try not to be what my pale imitation (as seen above *) of a Kurt Vonnegut illustration alludes to.
So just choose and know we are all just:
After all as my father advised when I was just a sprout, “Go do something even if it is wrong”