Nothing exists for a reason weather without season mind matter measling.
Atoms on a spinning ball, chargingtogether, out of control. Lucky we’re not heading for a big fall, into a black hole event horizon jowl!
Sunrise on my mind, sunset underneath, sundown s-witches places, before I sleep
Posting this inspired the following: Far better to live alone with the weather, than suffer abuse just to look ‘together’. I’m not trying to break any relationships up, and think most of my readers are quite individual anyway; so these are words of community, rather than anarchy; the community of free spirits.
These feelings are eternally mine; a constant theme in my poetry and philosophy; and not a recent feeling. Near the end of XaW Files: Beyond Humanity there is a wordplay on the Wizard of Oz‘s ‘There’s no place like home’. In middle-age I can see the wood for the trees, and the bubble of life I passed through; the incline I climbed. Life is an endurance event: some have extra handicaps imposed on them; while those who don’t usually look for them and pick them up. Most are human/media creations, and can be avoided by those who stick to the real world: with real life (including a normal honest relationship) and nature.
Nobody built bridges or dug deep ditches to where my mind resides with own kind.
The aboveFacebooksized poem developed from this thought, that I first posted as a draft here yesterday: Bridges (positive) and ditches (negative) built in my wake to imply I was diverted away; attention; from reaching my intended destination.
Short Poem, Deep Thought
The Generation of the title mainly refers to generating; as in isolation generating a mindset; but abstractly can also work for those living amongst covid-19: while it’s impossible not to be affected by it, maybe some will learn from it for the better of their mind?
I think I’m mentally where I thought I’d be at this age; either alone or with a soulmate; but I’m not sure when I started thinking that. Certainly, the greenYgrey decade (2006-2016: 40-50 years of age) was a transition period I set out, and wrote about, but don’t think I knew much about the future before that.