There’s a lot of unchecked aggression out there,
between classes where respect is implied.
A confused old man inhibits the twisted face of his likely son,
and raised voices render no resolution to previous time lost.
Meaning travels through sound
Sound travels through time
Time travels through space
space travels through mind
Mind does not travel: it stays still and creates meaning.
Our imagination is the zest of fruit,
the pulpous innards that taste
oh so sweet, and so sour.
In time we swell and retain many years,
we squeeze out the life of our many, many dreams.
In time we learn how to harvest
our imagination for good, and bad.
In time our imagination ripens, and
the generation’s crop comes to pass.
What a unique offering on this earth we plough,
the dirt and stone and layers of metal.
Our imagination is taking us through a phase
of reality, much like a painter painting
a picture of himself painting a picture.
A program left running on without a single visitor,
a peculiar moment in history.
Should hours and hours pass blindly in the background,
somewhere a curious onlooker will wonder why,
why would you care so much about a thing,
empty and idle despite beautifully drawn?
How many lives do we wake when we rest on the end of a rich full day?
All it would be was a spike in statistics,
a tribute to a trend shared by trillions throughout time.
It’s beautifully drawn, the only mind that would look
beyond that and say love, love
what you want in the wake of other things.
And then BOOM!
You tap a key or move a mouse,
in a flash for something inadmissible and off away the mind will go.
Into the world, into the cyber fountain of all things eternal.
The object of this piece is to summarize the first impulse that comes to mind when thinking of the last word of the previous sentence. A sentence with structure and wisdom is the most valuable teaching tool we have, because most people learn more from short and simple statements, like aphorisms. I have a book on aphorisms, filled with dogma from the various spiritual icons of our humanity. Humanity has been here for eons, in a thousand variations that have continued to evolve over the years. What is a year, but a man-made ruler for ‘time.’ ‘Time’ itself is not real. Reality is just a construct of our own consciousness. Consciousness, I have learned, is really a collective concept held by all animals on the planet. The planet is made up of a world of different animals, each with a unique trait that makes them special. We, humans are special because we have the power to create, the power to anticipate, and the power to relate all things together. We are all together in this world.