From My History to Your Future
My thoughts linger in the bleak expanse that surrounds my disembodied conscious and not even the pulsing epiphanies (a million lifetimes away) can bring light to the horrific darkness embedded in the remnant matter of this repented skeptic.
As the winds once shifted on the golden plains of grains horded for profit and power, so to did the opinions of laypeople and professional swirl around this once complacent arrogant mind too enamored with the process of living to notice the force of life rapidly receding like a cool drink carelessly spilled on a hot surface evaporating before the instinct to lap it up was unleashed.
Now, darkness brings light and clarity to seek out those who are groping in their own brilliance. Descending down on the sea of life hoping to light onto the thoughts of one who will not suppose nature and God are enemies, while science sits adrift in a raft with room for one, watching the worthy vessel with its unworthy passengers rock to and fro unaware of the great fall just ahead. And in the abyss finned creatures too intelligent for their own good helplessly watch because they have no hands to take the helm.
The wings fluttering above are just as useless, and back on shore the other passengers of the original ark wonder why the misguided stewards bothered saving them in the first place.
But if I could find a mind like a fresh flower obedient and open to receive this
pollinating knowledge, it might be enough to propagate the species of thought that will save billions of embodied cognitive factories from the impotent byproducts of denial: procrastination and the convenience of inconvenience.
Even now I observe changes in the political and environmental climate, and hope my
thoughts have not taken too long to drift from my history to your future.
Copyright © Rex Holiday | Year Posted 2009
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