A Beginning

We live in our bodies jostling the exponential computations of our brains interacting with the science of one interconnected universe.  I ponder the infinite.  I see in my mind the number of black worm-holes sucking in the gravity of our assumptions and time bending on gravity pressed inside.  We fixate on our immediate.  We are like ants preoccupied with our own quarantined hills.  Religion, race, class, gender, language, planet; we have different hills for different days.  It is all the same field. 

We are ants on an Earth that is but one pasture.  The universe we observe is a continent.  The expanding whole is a planet.   The density of that which escapes us perpetually presses.  It pushes not into the antithesis of our consciousness, but through one corridor of time and space into another.

These passages are not relevant as some physical coordinated vector in space, but in the choices of how we live in the very interconnected nature of the whole.  For what is the other side to us?  What are we to them?  We are the same.  No matter the precept of our five senses or our four demensions, we are but one.  This is our purpose.

I am starting this blog today to speak to these ends of our parallel paths, the pathos, the politics, the poetry and the shit humor of our existence.  Inside each of us these words swirl, yet so rarely waft into the ear of another.  Let us each be free.

Navigating this blog:
I have twenty years of poetry labeled by the year I wrote each piece.  Much of it reads like a diary of those times.  My age and growth hopefully can be seen in the background of the year of context given I am now in my early thirties as I write this. I also have some topical labels like God, politics, or depression that single out poems across years.

I have a political piece called an American Manifesto that speaks to the state of America, quandries and potential solutions.  I also wrote a novel that I eventually plan on posting. 

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Ideas are how we pass our humanity to our grandchildren.  Peace.