Observation changes the event,
expression changes the thought
but the event does not exist without observation and thought – without expression.
Observation is an integral part of an event, as language is of thought,
they give them their shape.
Good and evil,
mind and body,
love and hate –
they are just words
simplifying the complexity of experience into language.
And yet they determine who we are and what we do.
Every right comes with an attendant responsibility. People who don’t understand it never grow up. Nations that don’t incorporate it into their cultures decay and deteriorate.
Fame and glory –
a house of cards, built on our dreams;
as the dreams metamorphose with new generations,
the foundation is lost,
the eternal glory that seemed immutable becomes muted,
as it slowly fades into a dusty reflection,
into self-indulgent nostalgia for a gilded illusion,
slightly embarrassing but precious, as an old teddy bear…
Rest in peace and good riddance.
Each of us, however small, has the potential to reflect the infinity of the universe.
We live in an endless universe consisting of space and time… and we are always short of both.
A globe of white chaos rolls and swirls
amidst white nothing.
Horizon shrunk to naught
and random motion –
disorienting mess.
Cold saps both energy and thought.
The storm has come
to take away the world
and gift you peace.
