I’m not sure why — I’m still hashing through that as best I can — but I feel too much the past couple of weeks as though I’ve abruptly and randomly stopped my progress, sitting down in the middle of the path to play an indeterminate number of games.
I need a good solid kick in the ass.
I love the difference between calendar time and experiential time. Not knowing without thinking very carefully about it whether something happened last week or three months ago… That overwhelming influx of experiences and memories in formation…
Adjusting to a new world is equal parts awesome and traumatic. The awesome is perfectly logical; the traumatic is completely illogical. Who still feels fear of the unknown in this day and age?
It feels good to be inspired again. Creatively and metamorphically.
I wonder if this will make as little sense to me in three years as things I wrote three years ago?
Rain blades are portals
Burrowing in ether
Through fleshes of souls
Deeper and deeper
Into the flames
Of words with no names
An unborn teeming oblivion
In this fathomless void
This bristling darkness
What is there to see?
In the blackest of shadows
An echo replies
The answer is nothing
The truth is the question
A sun-crested searcher
Beaming her bones
Fills up my lungs
With a new song of question
How can there be now?
If only I’d dream
Faster than light
Set fire to the past
Set the future to flight
See with the eye
For which I am the mirror
The pitcher; the catcher; the game
There is rhythm in this silence
Blood in this faceless wind
Pistons of white flame
Firing perfect unity
In the machinery of the beyond
Swallow the heart of God with your hands
Don’t trust your eyes if they see only tears
If you haven’t read FLATLAND by Edwin Abbot, it’s worth a read, especially from a physics/philosophical (philosophysical?) perspective. This is the sort of thing that I love to have float through my headmeat when I’ve got time to ponder it. You start thinking about things like this that are just too big to hold onto, and soon enough you start feeling like you’re on the edge of some bigger truth, just past the horizon.
And when stuck in these moments, it makes me sad that there is no more Carl Sagan around, to put it into words that the rest of us can understand and appreciate:
Why is it that we cling to horror (9/11: “Never Forget!”) but relinquish the victories? How many people understand the importance of 7/20? Sadly, I suspect, fewer every year. Mine is possibly the last generation to appreciate the magnitude of the technological leap humankind made between the Orville Brothers’ first flight and July 20, 1969. For thousands of years, mankind dreamed of flight; finally discovered, it took only seven plus decades to extend that dream to a rock where no man had ever walked before.
And sadly, very few times afterward.
Take a few minutes out of your day and educate yourselves on one of the few things in my lifetime (I know, a few years early) that we as a species have gotten right and can celebrate without regret.
Today’s goal for you — and I don’t refer to Friday, July 17, as today, but rather whatever day you are reading this; and by you, I mean you and everyone you can manipulate through licit or not means — is to find some laughter on the web, share some of what you find with others, and maybe — just maybe — recommend something to make me laugh.
This is Questionable Content. Much like PVP below, and below that Something Positive, it can be best to start from the very first one and move your way forward. QC is sometimes hit and miss with me, but when it hits, it’s second only to…
If XKCD doesn’t make you laugh, then you really have no business reading anything I write, or listening to me. I can spend hours once a month rereading the entire batch of comics. His arc involving Nathan Fillion and Summer Glau from Firefly is quite possibly my favorite ever.
Nerd alert!!! PVP is another one that you really should take from the beginning and move forward. There’s a lot of inside jokes and self-reference. (And amazingly, for me especially, PVP is mostly innocent fun — especially compared to what I’m about to share with you)
Oh, wait. I lied. There’s actually a tie for first place:
Something Positive is awesomefuckingtastic. Go to the beginning and don’t stop reading until you’ve read all the way up to current day, or until your eyeballs have exploded from the strain of staring at a screen for days without rest. It’s so good that I was going to pick a favorite, and going back only a month had found eight that are worth sharing. So I picked one at random.
Fun fact: my iPod just started transitioned from the snarky wit of Weezer to the soul-devouring crush of Dimmu Borgir. And so I give you:
After you’ve finished reading through the Cyanide and Happiness archives, you’ll be speechless, affectless, and probably broken, the same way that abused teenage runaway girls never really recover and have normal sex lives, no matter how much their boyfriends do right for them and treat them like queens and buy them everything they’ve ever wanted. The weeks stretch on, and just when you think it’ll be okay to maybe try something a little new and exciting, you get blamed for wrecking years of therapy, and then her older brothers — who were also abused, you suspect — start threatening you, and you have to move to Alabama and assume a new identity.
You’ll have to show the judge on the little dolly where C&H touched you, is what I’m getting at.
Michael Jackson apparently didn’t want to be cremated, per se. Instead, since he is mostly plastic, he will be melted down and made into Legos so little boys can play with him for a change.