And We Re Off With a Bang

For I myself, I sit and watch and wait as if time were transcendental as though I can make life’s moments move FAST or s l o w. As if some preconceived and instructive checklist were handed to me. I watch now, as the world goes round, heeding THIS man’s deference to THAT man’s song. The string, which binds all to this planet, ever present and equidistant between the generations of all who have gone before. Does our voyeurs perception cast an untenable perspective? Thrusting those measured and metered days into chaos. Can one persevere, and succeed IF Schrodingers cat is both ALIVE and DEAD ? Has that tree really fallen in the forest, IF no one observed it’s final decay as it falls and thuds with mediocrity to the ground, to take note ? Are WE star dust blown cautiously by the wind ? Or Are WE in an ever repeating cyclical cycle of BIRTH LIFE DEATH RINSE and REPEAT ? A soul of blood, flesh, tears, happiness and pain, on a journey from nothingness and back again.