SOLIPSISM

We see the things that we would see

And know what we would know

Our thoughts are always prejudiced

To the way we want to go

It has been said that humans are heard animals. But I believe hives are a more accurate depiction: geographic hives, racial hives, religious hives; and we readily devour animals that don’t belong to our hive. 

Each hive has a king or a queen and drones that serve it; the rest of us are workers and spend our lives unknowingly sustaining the hive. 

We think we are important because we support the hive, and if we are diligent, we will thrive for a while, and then we are gone.

In fact, we are no more than an accidental, insignificant life form, existing on a minor planet in a minor solar system of a minor star, in one of hundreds-of-billions of galaxies in an unfathomable universe.

The universe doesn’t care if we live.  The universe doesn’t care if we die; it doesn’t care if we hurt, have sex or go to the movies…

The nature of the universe is expansion, ever since the Big Bang.  There is no reason, there is no why.

There are Christian hives that like to ask, what kicked off the Big Bang?  But we know it wasn’t a God, because man hadn’t invented him.

THE UNIVERSE DOESN'T GIVE A FUCK

the Ol’Buzzard

THE HOKEY POKEY IS NOT WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT!

THE MEANING OF LIFE;

 I WAS WRONG;

 IT’S NOT THE HOKEY POKEY

I have always said that the Chaos Theory described life, and that everything is chance.   I have used the analogy of the Hokey Pokey; but in retrospect the Hokey Pokey is choreographed: you put your left foot out, you put your left foot in, you put your left foot out and you shake it all about…

After 4 a.m. consideration it is obvious to me that life is a play without a plot.   All the actors are improvising, and every actor believes he or she is the star.  New actors show up while other actors disappear, but the show goes on.   The script is babble and the movement senseless.   

Does that mean that our life is worthless?   On a personal level, of course not: we come on stage and then we exit, but the journey between is up to us.  We can play out angry and bitter or we can Zen out and play to the beauty in every minute and try to make the journey as pleasant as possible.  

Because in the end it’s bugger-all.

The Ol’Buzzard