All Things Converge

As disparate as the universe is, it is my belief that all things at one point in time run into all other things. As we meet, we grow, make judgements and are judged. Some points repell us and some attract; to all other points we hold neither grudge nor good relations. They are as are so many things to us; simply there. Consider space and all the points of light that we can see. Consider the multitudes upon multitudes of people shuffling about, each with an agenda, each with beliefs and yet they all exist. Think of how huge that is. Just try and picture everyone you have met all at once and then triple that, quadruple it. Keep going. You can't. Your brain is simply too small.

That's all right though. We are a planet of small brains each competing for space in space and time within time. We are all of us trying to live our lives and lead life without life ending.

Now take from that cosmic scope you have filling your brain and consider something much simpler. A rock. Smooth. Black. Round. A perfect skipping stone. And jammed within that simple smooth black round space are a million trillion little ions and quarks competing for space within space and time within time.

Is it any wonder we are all so muddled?

But as I began, so will I end. It has been said that the universe is expanding. My question is this. If the universe is expanding, what is it expanding into? Something other than the universe? Another universe? How can something be where nothing was? The answer is simple. My brain is too small. And yet all things within this expanding universe will converge with every other until we are all soaked to the gills with experiences and beliefs and we have all judged and been judged by every partical, speck and American Idol wannabe.

And so I thank both God and evolution for making my brain far too small to consider the impact of each and every thing I run into.

Cheers

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And then I sneezed!

Today is Okay

I've never understood the idea behind blogging honestly. And yet here I am doing it. 2008 ended with a rather downhearted note for me. A close friend succumbed to cancer. We thought he was cured and then he got ill and then he got better and then he got pneumonia. It's a topsy turvy world, friends. The dice are shaking in the cup and they hold our lives and fortunes within their little pips. How will they land? Who's in control? You can get dizzy wondering about such things, watching that mighty hand shake and shake and shake. I've learned to focus on what I can control. And the only thing I have found that I actually do have control over is today. Today is Okay. I will make it through and manage a smile. I will crack a joke and I will throw a dollar into the tip jar at the coffee shop even though beans are outrageously overpriced. One toe at a time, minute by minute, I'll await the fall of the dice. No matter if its sixes or sevens, I will stake my gamble on life and live Today. Okay?

New Years Revolution

It occurs to me my life is a revolving staircase. Up I travel and down I fall. I achieve and something backfires. I progress and a brick drops upon my head. This year will by like no other year, for this is not the year of the ox. This is my year. I am planting my flag and claiming my territory. I am declaring war on the staircase and on escalators and elevators everywhere. Time for change and time for chance to step aside. I will be published this year. This is not a goal, but a declaration. I am creating my own manifest destiny and woe be to anyone who stands in my way.