There’s no time for us
There’s no place for us
What is this thing that builds our dreams yet slips away
From us
Who wants to live forever
Who wants to live forever….?
– Queen
31 Mar 2010
28 Mar 2010
I imagine
opening one’s eyes in Heaven
to be like awakening
from a long and strange dream,
discovering that things
which seemed so important
(for some reason) shrug off,
flimsy cares
that matter nothing.
25 Mar 2010
If all things are possible with God, then all things are possible to him who believes in him.
– John Wesley
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At base, it was working, too, at full tilt. Sense had all available resources gnawing away at the enemy’s hard lines, incredible to behold if one could only glance at all the electronic channels and digital attacks it was coordinating. This was no brute force effort. It was using what it knew about the people who programmed it as a means of figuring out just what they had written in place of any electronic barrier. First, using any public knowledge, and then deeper based on what it found out in strata previous, through the less well-protected channels in order to delve into the psychology of these defenses. Layer upon layer it bit deeper and deeper, until, finally — the crack of the dam, the breach of the interior, the hard lines broken. The monitors on both sides were stunned. On either side, just what implications this was going to have: not only on for this specific fight, but what this meant for all the warfare that was to come from this point on.
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22 Mar 2010
Everything happens all at once. This is my new feeling, and things that transpire point this to being the newest revelation on history to be. There is a pulse to the world, and a rhythm to its mind, but what I am expecting is a sudden rush of adrenaline to amp up the sensation and the perception of this huge now. I have been right, and I have been wrong, about what I expected fate to deliver, but both kinds of foretelling I have taken as instructions for learning; both can make one’s faith stronger. And I feel it coming now — very soon, not on divine but human terms, where the many collide at a small segment of this materializing we call experience. It is a thrilling anticipation, for it is better to be too busy than not busy enough. And I think I will find myself trying to grasp it all, all at once, for I just may have to. Life to live to meet full face forward, into the storm as I brave the crowds of winds.
19 Mar 2010
time undone, unraveling in shimmering threads of light
i began at the end, and ended at the beginning, elsewhere
to die being born, death to my birth in the infinite now
16 Mar 2010
Wonder this time where she’s gone,
Wonder if she’s gone to stay
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
And this house just ain’t no home anytime she goes away.
– Bill Withers
13 Mar 2010
The faculty of faith is not meant to kill the faculty of criticism and the instinct of curiosity, but rather to keep them keen and alive, and prevent them dying of despair. Faith is the mark of those who seek and keep on seeking, who ask and keep on asking, who knock and keep on knocking, until the door is opened. The passive, weak-kneed taking of everything on trust which is often presented as faith is a travesty of its truth. True faith is the most active, positive, and powerful of all virtues. It means that a man, having come into spiritual communion with that great personal Spirit Who lives and works behind the universe, can trust Him, and, trusting Him, can use all his powers of body, mind, and spirit to cooperate with Him in the great purpose of perfection; it means that the man of faith will be the man of science in its deepest, truest sense, and will never cease from asking questions, never cease from seeking for the reason that lies behind all mysteries.
– G. A. Studdert Kennedy
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There was nothing left to do but to try it for real. Perhaps, when it “went down” as it did, it could have happened differently, but it happened the way it happened. The battle was more of a skirmish, really, between two technological equals, relatively speaking — both were using armor plated robots in the front lines, the flesh and blood people staying well behind fences and other defensible edifices. It was as if acutely made for a “real†trial run to see what Sense would actually do. As the bots began to position themselves, swathing in a segmented fanning motion behind the natural structures it could utilize (mostly rocks, as the case was, as the terrain provided), it began to look promising. The side with Sense was using a classic strategy, to the trained eye: but in a new form. As if it were adapting known game plan on the fly, by way of what was available.
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10 Mar 2010
In my soul, I have drunk of sorrow, the blue coolness that seeped through all my chest; I have tasted the emptinesses that were sharp, and those that were dull, the black tastes of those nothings. I cannot say that these were friends of mine, but I might feel that I know them well, and kept company with me in their own way — however much sensations themselves can be said to be alive. As I continue with this process life, I find that I have stopped asking why, and didn’t notice the absence, for the effect was the same whether I placed the question before me or no, that the cosmos would only answer if I myself wrote it in the ether. In fact, most of the questions now that I ask I know only my eyes will ever see, the only one who will ever care that such seeking existed.
I do not know what I expect, anymore. Things happen, I realize things, but I feel like the chapters of my life are merely copied and pasted, altering the small details of time and other minor attributes of placement; there is nothing new under the sun anymore. Is this what it is like to get old? Is this what dying is like? I know I am only half serious, but that half is deadly. I know in my heart that I prefer meaning to any pleasure, but I will search out whatever pleasures I can and take the meaning only if it happens along. This is the unreliable narrator that I am in my life; I cannot trust me. In my soul, there is a tragedy that will never be written, for the words cannot reach it. But it is there, staring at the darkness and the light, wondering that “why” it will never ask.
7 Mar 2010
All that is new has already been done.
All that is old is new once again.
This is the mystery of time.
The end is a beginning.
To begin is a change.
To change is to be.
Time is its void.
4 Mar 2010
Pain is certain, suffering is optional.
– Buddha
Power corrupts. Absolute power is kind of neat.
– John Lehman
While we are postponing, life speeds by.
– Lucius Annaeus Seneca
I don’t really trust a sane person.
– Lyle Alzado
It is only possible to live happily ever after on a day-to-day basis.
– Margaret Bonnano
When in doubt, tell the truth.
– Mark Twain
The mystery of love is greater than the mystery of death.
– Oscar Wilde
