What's Changed

What’s changed?

From time before inception, “nature” has been the cornerstone of every “teaching” and “learning”. There were religions tribal. Worshiping “nature”. There is time today. When “human nature” has invented “order” for itself, to simplify things. This entire quest for an ordered living is steps toward self-propelled evolution. Human nature knows nothing else but to evolve. Even when it is stagnating in its own gravity, it evolves.

A line which I use too often these days is “the best we’ve deciphered is the depth of a nucleus, as far as the ‘basic element’ is concerned."
But when did a warm, sweet smelling gust of wind not turn into a menacing tornado?
So what’s wrong with a nuclear bomb so to say?

Humanity is shifting towards a pointless quest to find order within disorder. And that’s what religion seemingly says. “There’s a limit to what can be”. “Study the limits and let ‘the other’ take care of itself”.

It’s not hard to see how there was order in the past. And how there was harmony in the past. In the motivation to get rid of the evils of the past, humanity is discovering ways galore. But with threads attached. These threads, are eventually used by some to call it the “trend of the day”. Limiting the potentially infinite memory into boxes, simplification has brought happiness and culture and all these good things. Tagging along, though, drags a perpetual superficiality which is odious to the extent of abhorrence. But it’s not hard to notice how there’s chaos around today.

The intention to fly has seeped into a realm alien to the concept. Humanity seemingly is pestering itself to force its way into a sphere where it cannot be. Nay will not be.

Physicality and mentality are where they were. Why is not a mutant born today naturally from a mother’s womb? Why does the “society” only makes one “be”?
Because it’s a conscious effort of the masses. The universal mind tripping on itself wants a different plane to live in. yet tripping it is. It knows it, as a rational dope head knows tripping it is.

Overrated words go on accumulating into the pockets of publishing houses. A point countering point. And otherwise. And all that.

But whats changed?

Religion of yonder days got people together under some bonding force to “experience” a sense of timelessness. When selfishness reigned supreme, and the universe dissolved in that mesmerizing oneness of the “I”. And I dare you give me a better word than “religion”.

“Psychopharmacological attunement” could possibly be in close relations, but which one wouldn’t agree that we did connote certain unpleasant abstractions to that abstraction. That would be my friend. However...

A drunken marionette dancing across the dead poet's grave!

Slipping light as a moment…it came again
An instant of brightness…an instance of nothingness
Illuminating the being, amid the clatter of stellar drops
The past, the future, the present and that
In an embrace tight...the sweet vacuum delight
A suspended animation, with a wordless shout
The echo of which, waves eternal resound
And then Lo!
The brightness is a periphery
Of the shadow bright
Which spills and spills to cover the bounds of daylight
The tide that shifts, conceived a sigh along
The chord is strong, though meek and cold
Dug deep from antiquity, thrown into a projectile
The flashing force, screams aloud
The God, the way, the mother of them all
Every step a stone
To numb the passerby
Every breath a gust
The screaming lullaby
Every thought a wonder
Climbing stairs to the moon
Every mistake a blow
Makes the time wee slow
An outburst of passion
Given to fly
With golden arms, to smile in sunshine
Till the stone is a wonder
And blow, a gust
Its the mockery of the embers
That once were feather
Their final smile is the gravest humor of the art that once was divine.

Blabber

Too many points..

here it goes..

Zillion dots form in ehter without any knowledge...but at the end of the day..night time so to say...just before crashing...we all rise from the dust...who has not felt how a plant feels afterall??which one of us??Its the gravity pulling!!

When our feet hop off the ground..its a moment of "potential".yet its not just the body that pulls.it could be the earth shoving away...be it disgust or love...hence the word Newton STILL rings a bell..hence the "yet another round thing" is THE mother and not just the "third" rock..

What else explains that snugly warm foetal hump?

Why is the earth really not flat but a sphere??

Why does everybeing sleep???

2:

The Universe hits the bottom of the spine or the heart somewhere...n The I vomits..n The I sits contemplating: "what is this? who am I? why do I have a mind?"

1:

Being yourself is the noblest of fights!

While the sun was rising..

Strange memories on this cold Brisbane morning. Familiar faces, caught in a highly dramatized stage act, trying to say something. But why would those understandable people use theatrical metaphors to convey a message across? Why did it seem like a dream….hell it was a dream…but then why did it seem so real?

Maybe it’s not this instant, maybe not this one dream. Perchance it was being planned all the way by me and by them and by our synapses. Maybe what seems like a jolting moment of clarity on this cold Brisbane morning is a conception of reality from the deepest crevasse of my once-virgin mind…maybe not.

But, just like all those past ones, this dream as well dissolves in the flush of senses, gets washed away by the sudden rush of noises in the head. What chief Bromden might call the work of the fog machines. The moments could be intimate. So precious that one would pay a king’s ransom to spend a few more “moments” with them. But every attempt to record their gravity seems so outrageously futile; it’s like trying to catch an ever receding train with desperate hurl of limbs. By God, by the last chuck, one can hardly even see the train. But at first attempt, you know you almost caught it….almost climbed it…just almost..

The last edifying swirl...hopefully..

"Freedom"....what a word, when symbolically used...and the longing for it...wah!!

Freedom from the past when thinking with reference to time..

freedom from physicality, if the reference point is ideal..

freedom from the head, if one looks through the dick..

A dimension encompassing the other...yet a quantum leap doesn’t calm the urge. It’s merely a hop into a different, at times familiar but mostly strange, set of stimuli...

shit....

this is getting fucter by the minute...

....for that matter...any medium of communication is plainly meant for or discovered for intellectual gymnasts...i.e. to keep the head busy while the skinclad catches the thought, that it's got nothing "to do"...

...but hey...that’s just one of the many dimensions of peeping through, which “this” head decided to catch at “that” precise moment...

....now...from another dimension it could reflect the knowledge or wisdom acquired through the medium of communication....for all we care..

Referring to few old arbiters of communication, the medium of communication IS the message itself..

then different medium of communication impinge on different organs of perception...

so newspapers got a different message from what a set of audio speakers shout...uh..

but then, the essence of both messages precipitates in the head...and essentially the result of these forces could be similar.....essentially...

Too much reading might cause eye cancer but not testicular teratoma afterall !!

Bungle..

Writing.Words.Communication.Dialogues.Thought process.Emotions.Body language.Face.Eyes!!