the one is a planet,
and she moves around
he who is the sun,
big and great.
a mystical force
keeps them in tandem
step for step,
moment by moment.
tethered by invisible
strings, miles long,
they travel silently
through the universe.
i am a Pluto,
no longer worthy of mention,
who crosses their path occasionally,
but otherwise is forgotten like a dream.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
oh hi, im a muon
life isn't anything special.
the sooner you realize that, the sooner you'll start treating it like it is.
believe what you want - that you're here because of some divine purpose or to spread the word of a supreme being - whatever. but know that at the end of the day, when you lay your head down to sleep, millions of others do so as well that do the same things as you but in the name of a different god.
there are those who say this doesn't matter, that so long as someone's beliefs bring them happiness and spread good throughout the world then everything's OK.
no, it's not.
because for all of those people who are "happy with their beliefs" and "spread good in its name," there will be someone else who commits violence in the name of those same beliefs, and uses its message to corrupt and exploit.
any type of these beliefs are not the correct method for spreading peace and prosperity in our world. but ultimately that goal is an impossible one, so here my argument becomes moot.
just know that you aren't special. you never will be in the grand scheme of things. sure, to your family, lover, and friends, you are. but not to the cosmos or universe at large. not to the forces that govern all life in existence - forces that we don't fully understand.
our galaxy is minuscule. it is literally one of billions and billions. our sun is one of millions in our galaxy alone. our earth is but one planet in a plane of space so very large that the odds of there being no life anywhere else borders on something fantastical.
but people seem to have no problem believing in things like that.
leave a thought with what you think...
the sooner you realize that, the sooner you'll start treating it like it is.
believe what you want - that you're here because of some divine purpose or to spread the word of a supreme being - whatever. but know that at the end of the day, when you lay your head down to sleep, millions of others do so as well that do the same things as you but in the name of a different god.
there are those who say this doesn't matter, that so long as someone's beliefs bring them happiness and spread good throughout the world then everything's OK.
no, it's not.
because for all of those people who are "happy with their beliefs" and "spread good in its name," there will be someone else who commits violence in the name of those same beliefs, and uses its message to corrupt and exploit.
any type of these beliefs are not the correct method for spreading peace and prosperity in our world. but ultimately that goal is an impossible one, so here my argument becomes moot.
just know that you aren't special. you never will be in the grand scheme of things. sure, to your family, lover, and friends, you are. but not to the cosmos or universe at large. not to the forces that govern all life in existence - forces that we don't fully understand.
our galaxy is minuscule. it is literally one of billions and billions. our sun is one of millions in our galaxy alone. our earth is but one planet in a plane of space so very large that the odds of there being no life anywhere else borders on something fantastical.
but people seem to have no problem believing in things like that.
leave a thought with what you think...
Sunday, January 04, 2009
sounds of shattering glass
have you ever been bound and gagged before?
thrown in the back of a van?
you'd be surprised how quickly you go numb,
unable to feel anything except fear.
that's why when the kidnapper opens the van doors,
they never make a run for it.
they'd probably roll an ankle
or fall flat on their face, inviting an assault.
it doesn't matter how hard you yell,
'just run for it idiot...
see, this is why movies make no sense,
if it was me, i'd just haul it.'
you don't understand, you are pathetic,
with your fingers slippery with popcorn butter
and your beady, accusatory eyes judging like a god,
you think you've got it all figured out.
thrown in the back of a van?
you'd be surprised how quickly you go numb,
unable to feel anything except fear.
that's why when the kidnapper opens the van doors,
they never make a run for it.
they'd probably roll an ankle
or fall flat on their face, inviting an assault.
it doesn't matter how hard you yell,
'just run for it idiot...
see, this is why movies make no sense,
if it was me, i'd just haul it.'
you don't understand, you are pathetic,
with your fingers slippery with popcorn butter
and your beady, accusatory eyes judging like a god,
you think you've got it all figured out.
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