Saturday, June 27, 2009

Okay I'll Bite Damn It

This is shameless of me, I've actually decided that since so much about death is being fed through all media I should naturally do likewise. That said, on with the show:

IMHO: Death is the best part of this journey - you have no idea where you're going or what you'll look like or who you'll meet or what you'll think or even if you'll be able to. Isn't that exciting? Why don't more people find that ... a wonder?

Imagine if we didn't put these ridiculous large heavy carved stones over the dead who lay useless underground: if you didn't know they were there, you might not have to think about them as dead, you just MIGHT be able to think of something else. WHY do we memorialize the dead? I understand having memories but this ritual is just wasteful. How did this habit get so popular?

Thank you and goodnight Farrah, Michael, and the nameless tens of thousands who also died in the last week. HAPPY TRAILS TO YOU! MIRACULOUS JOURNEY! SAY HI TO EINSTEIN! GIVE JESUS MY BEST! KISS MOTHER TERESA FOR ME! TELL POPE CLEMENT HE WAS A FOOL! HEY MOM - HEY DAD - CAN'T WAIT TO BE WHATEVER YOU TURNED INTO! CAN'T WAIT TO COME BACK FOR MORE....

LIFE and DEATH and LIFE and DEATH and . . . .

Friday, June 19, 2009

"Other Than That, Mrs. Lincoln...


....did you enjoy the play?"




I was thinking after reading your last post, (yes yours) the importance of pain in our lives. Sometimes it's all you nee
d.

How many of us go to amazing lengths to insure we never feel anything but what we choose? It reminds me of that kid with the iPod, he only has to hear what he wants, talk when he wants, listen or not listen, the universe can continue to expand and he only needs to care about his own little world. Is this okay?

It's not easy - after getting a d
ose of pain I look for it to get lost, fast. I reach for something, anything, even just a book. We don't like to feel uncomfortable. Some say we should never have to be. Now I imagine a machine-run world where our backsides are so wide from never having to do anything we turn into giant arses. Not an appealing vision.

This isn't a judgment call. I'm simply curious what you do to relieve pain. Any kind. Talk to me, Mrs. Lincoln......


Sunday, June 14, 2009

Our Unquiet Sun

You are looking at a total solar eclipse isn't it fascinating? This thing, this star we call the Sun, and in latin is "Sol" makes our "Sol-ar" system the miracle it is. Without the gravity of this actually quite mediocre star, there would be no galaxy. Does that mean there would be no life?? That is exactly what it means. No life.




"Sol" is a star like many others its size, it's like a tiny nuclear reactor plant, using fusion to operate. If this planet were only a few inches closer or farther away, life couldn't have taken footholds here. That always makes me wonder exactly where WOULD it have started, if not here - on Earth. IF AT ALL. We've found the building blocks, the nitrates, the microbes, even the frozen water, but not the life we seek. Only here. And the Sun could wipe us out. Actually, one day it will - but humankind will have gone extinct by then, probably the last to extinguish.

And look at this Solar flare, doesn't it make you feel small and helpless against such forces? Amazing.





This is the moon as it "transits" or moves across the face of the Sun. It took over 12 hours to make the complete trip.






Can you see the light at the center of this nebula? It's coming into being - all those gases and dust clouds, all that space debris forming odd shapes and mysteries in our minds. Nebulas are nurseries for stars, this is where they're born.


Here's an X-ray image of the Sun, you wouldn't even recognize it otherwise. And this was taken while the Sun was "quiet" how incredible.


So restless, this unquiet star, Such power.

I truly believe the
ancients knew something about this orb of magic and wonder. What did they know that we may've forgotten?







Look closely as VENUS transits the Sun. See it?


If nothing else, we owe this star our everlasting WONDER.






Sunday, June 7, 2009

June 6, 1944




O lonely dove of peace, whereby you find no resting place but these .... ?


Dare I walk this land so emboldened with youthful dead hearts, and not feel a great piercing cry lift from my soul ..... a cry for peace oh peace rest within my heart, I give you comfort, come now - all is done. All is done. Rest.