there’s something
about this picture
the different prints
on her garments
the fact that she’s
reading
when it feels
as if it’s dusk
her cane
it looks
old worldly
until you see
the trash can
with the plastic
bottle bottom
sticking out
it’s such a
contrast
but it’s
beautiful
Photo: Nikita Samokhin
Unsplash
do the trees
know what’s coming
do they sigh
and shake their limbs
getting ready for the weight of the snow
or are they happy
to see the hot weather go
so they can rest
sleep deeply
and dream
lovely tree thoughts
about new
green leaves
as they stretch
ready to feel the sun
on their branches
once again
Photo: Florian Pinket
Unsplash
Life is supposedly easier if we are living in the right city, town, country, doing whatever it is that we love. And that’s true, for a lot of people. If you hate cities you won’t be happy living in one, same goes for country life.
It seems to me, however, that we don’t actually choose anything. Our bodies just follow the instructions it gets from hormones and all the chemicals that run through us, along with our core personalities, the one’s we come here with. Those things send instructions to our brains, and our brains forward the information to us in some very creative ways.
Newborns have likes and dislikes and they respond to things according to who they are. Just ask Piaget, or was it Erikson? I think it was Piaget. Anyway, our innate personalities are responsible for the things we end up liking, doing, or getting ourselves into. We like to think we’re in charge, but…we really aren’t. I’ve said it before, our bodies are just the cars our brains drive to get from one place to another. I’m not sure where our programming comes from, but it’s there. Naturally, it can be impacted by our environment.
Parenting doesn’t always go hand in hand with budding creativity. Instead it’s job is to turn innocent children into drones who will not cause trouble and will dedicate their lives to making the rich and powerful more rich and powerful. Then those adult workers will grow old and hope their social security doesn’t get stollen by the rich and powerful they helped stay that way, so they won’t have to eat cat food and live under a viaduct in a cardboard box. In between work and driving back and forth, people usually clean, mow the lawn, or shovel snow. Because idle hands are the devil’s work, or something like that. A saying that was surely written by rich people who do little to no work at all. And why should they? That’s what everyone else is for. And where do the rich get their money? From us, of course. If that makes sense, then so does giving themselves huge raises, while telling the workers the economy tanked and there’s no money for them.
Children may also be brought up to follow in someone’s footsteps and be encouraged, forced, or pushed into becoming a doctor, lawyer, General, mother, whatever. Happiness doesn’t always play a part in what others demand of their children. Guilt and manipulation are powerful tools. But it’s always for the child’s best, even though it’s usually for the parent’s best.
Sometimes we do things because we’re just good at doing them. Why are people good at certain things? Who knows. Past life? Knack? Natural talent? Whatever. Some people know what they want to be from the age of two. I still don’t know what I want to be, but I was born before the asteroid hit the earth, so my choices are becoming more limited by the day. I’m not sure that I’m actually good at anything. And my attention span is…
A lot of people see The Pieta as a religious statue, but I think it’s a statue of just another gang killing. Another killing over IDEAS and BELIEFS, neither of which are actually real, but simply made up by someone for profit, or because of generations of brainwashing and conditioning..
The Pieta has nothing to do with anything, but a mother holding her dead son, something that happens pretty much everyday, in cities everywhere. Wars are just really big gang fights over greed, insanity and clashing ideas and beliefs.. They last a long time, but still, no different than this picture. A mother looking at her dead child. That’s what the Pieta IS…It represents MOTHER’S MOURNING THE SENSELESS DEATH OF THEIR CHILDREN, because men love to kill.
And again, what kind of god sends his only kid to die for him? If that’s not a red flag, you’d think the rapist priests would be but…brainwashing really works. You can tell, because people still go to church and they still send their kids, as well.
Photo: Luis Quero
Pelels
“Think we should go outside?”
“Looks like a long way down and mom’s not here.”
“You’re right. Maybe we should go back to our blanket.”
“We do have to go out eventually.”
“True, but maybe eventually is tomorrow.”
“And mom might wonder where we are, if we aren’t here when she gets back.”
“So, maybe we should wait until eventually.”
“Good idea.”
“We can still sit here and look outside.”
“Yes, we can, but I’m ready for a nap.”
“Okay, let’s do that.”
“Today is going to be a really good day.”
“I think I see a bug.”
See, I told you it was going to be a really good day.”
Photo: Cristyan Bohn
Pexels
I think we are going to have to be more creative than ever, in the future. Things have changed…maybe for good…or at least until they get a vaccine that will last for a lifetime. AIDS changed things, but so did polio, whooping cough, the Spanish flu, smallpox, Ebola and The Black Death. Covid just one more thing. The only differences being that there are a lot more people living right now, and we know more about disease and epidemics/pandemics than we did in the far distant past.
Many diseases never “go away,” we just have vaccines and medications that make them “stay away.” Those who don’t believe in vaccines are bringing back polio and other things that have been gone for a years.
We are a creative species. Look how many ways we can kill, torture, and destroy everything. If we can come up with creative ways to destroy the planet and everything on it, why can’t we come up with creative ways to stop the destruction? Oh, right, greed. I keep forgetting that money and power are more important than life, peace and equality. Still, those of us who make up the herd should be able to do something creative to get rid the top three white guys who pul the strings.
The future is coming at us every microsecond, and in spite of the fact that we may be living in a “string,” or on a “brane,” or in a “hologram”, stuff feels real, and people are suffering. Maybe we aren’t more creative because those of us who don’t go to bed hungry, don’t really think about being hungry every minute of every day. And we have beds. Maybe that’s one of the biggest problems. The false comfort we are ALLOWED to have, which keeps us from starting trouble. SOMA for the masses. Give us enough to shut us up and believe everything is just great, or at least not that bad. That’s how manipulation from the top down works.
We need to get creative and come up with some good ideas to get us through the new world we are currently living in. Now is the time. Things have broken down, so change has a chance to edge its way in. We need to be creative in so many ways, because if we don’t watch out, Amazon will take control of the world and then what? We won’t have any choices at all.
Photo: Marija Zaric
Unsplash
From early times, people have been building stairways to the stars. Always trying to get higher, closer to their gods and to heaven. We look at those things now and wonder how they built them. How long it took to do it, without today’s machines and technology. Some of the ancient things that were built can’t even BE build today. The experts have no idea how they were made/created.
But here’s the thing. There is no up. There is no actual direction. We are on a spinning ball, traveling through space in a gigantic universe. So everything can be a sky or a heaven but it’s too big for us to actually understand.
I look at things like this and see how childlike our species is. How we are run by ego and desire. The people who built this monument thought it was high enough to reach the sky. I’d say they had limited knowledge, but so do we. We aren’t any different than those who came before us. For us, as a species, there will always be LIMITED KNOWLEDGE and we’ll always be like children, fighting, selfish, bullying and wanting all the toys. It’s pathetic, but true. And it’s all just things we make up so we’ll have something to do. It seems as if hating and killing is more enjoyable than loving and peace. We race toward death with glee and excitement, acting as if there can actually be a winner.
Our lives are filled with doors. The first one we walk through is being born, the last, is death’s door. There are so many doors, we don’t even realize they are there. We don’t realize we are opening them…on by one.
All of them lead to a different path. If we had married the “other one,” where would we be right now? If we had become the artists we wanted to be, but opened the safe door to accounting…what would we be doing right now? All those doors, waiting be chosen, waiting to take us to a different life, or outcome.
All those doors. Multiple choices.
There are no right or wrong answers, just different endings. Think about the doors we didn’t open, and we might end up playing the WHAT IF game. We all know people who play that game, even when there’s no point or end to it.
Now, here’s the thing. Just because we walked through a door, doesn’t mean we have to stay behind it. There’s an endless supply of doors. If we wake up long enough, and take the time to look around, we’ll see them. Then we just need the desire, or courage, to open a new door and see where that one takes us.
It’s always up to us.
Photo: Pixabay
I used this picture because Pluto’s in it. When our probe flew by Pluto, the scientists were surprised, since there’s a lot going on, on that wee planet. Scientists now call Pluto a Dwarf Planet. That’s the nice thing about life, if we want Pluto to be a planet we can ignore what the scientists say and call it anything we like. We can call the scientists things too, that’s the way it works. Anyway, you can see Pluto, it’s the tiny white dot on the upper left. And just for the record, Pluto doesn’t care what we call it. We name everything so we can understand what other people are talking about. That, however, doesn’t always work, so then we go to war and kill them. But what we name doesn’t actually care if we call it anything at all, which is my point.
When the sun starts turning into a red giant, you can clearly see who will get eaten first, right? And when you look at the Sun, you’re looking at a Star, so that’s what all the stars in the sky look like. How did we ever come up with the pointy things we call stars? Maybe the person who invented stars didn’t know that the sun was one. A big orange and red ball on the top of the Christmas tree would look funny, now that we know that’s what should be there.
When I look at the picture I want to run my fingers through the orbital lines and watch what happens. The problem is that I’d have to b a LOT bigger to be able to do that. Still, it’s fun to think about. Everything would wobble, go flying into someone else, or into space. Hey, it’s just a thought.
Gas planets are strange. To put it mildly. Why don’t we talk about those things more often? Gas planets are confusing, since we know so little about them. They may have a core, or they may not. It could be rocky, iron, or frozen hydrogen. Scientists have no idea. Well, they have no idea about most things. Everything’s really far away and dangerous, so there is that.
Anyway, think about the fact that all around us there’s Dark Matter, Space, Junk, and a gazillion planets, stars, black holes comets, silence, and things we can’t imagine AND there are no edges. You could walk FOREVER and never reach an edge because edges do not exist. Humans like edges, beginnings and endings, so that’s hard for us to think about.
But the truth is, we don’t know what the truth is. Maybe there is an edge, how could we possible know when working with a scale that large? We’re like preschoolers, when it comes to the universe. Maybe we’re floating in a great big casino like the ones at Vegas and we don’t know that either. Things can be bigger than the universe can’t they? We don’t know for sure that there can’t be things that are bigger. Maybe the universe is inside a gigantic hamster wheel, that’s why we keep spinning. Anything can happen, right? Ha! No you say, but you can’t be sure because no one knows what’s really out there, or what’s really gong on.
Maybe we’re pets of some long lost group of beings and someone, or something, forgot to bring us inside. Or maybe this IS inside. It’s impossible to believe the FACTS, since they change so often. NEW info is coming in all the time and so is disinformation. Actually, I’m going with the idea that almost all we get is disinformation.
Don’t you think yoyo’s can teach us a lot? I mean if we concentrate, there’s a lot going on with a string and two macaroon sides. Everything needs to be right for things to work, well, work in a way we’re used to. You can WALK THE DOG with a yoyo but, if someone puts their finger on the string, while you’re doing it, it turns Walk the Dog into, Where is the Dog? That’s what I mean about playing with the orbital lines on the picture.
What if the earth stopped spinning? If the earth just STOPED, everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, would be GONE. because the 1,100 mph atmosphere would still be moving and rip everything away and toss it into space. Good thing that’s not going to happen soon. At least we don’t think it will.
What if one of the planets moved? They’ve done it before, but that was a long time ago, before they all decided where they wanted to live. Still, if one gets really bored…
Okay, I was just having fun, thinking about cool things, and now I’ve gone and dragged you along with me. But really, we sit in tiny chairs and live inside tiny things and everything around us is bigger than we can ever imagine, but not a lot of people seem to think about that. Why don’t they?
what
if
someone
heard
everything
we
were
all
thinking
how
long
would
it
be
before
the
person
went
insane
or
what
if
we
were
actually
understood
and
in
the
end
when
we
leave
here
every
thought
we’ve
ever
had
will
be
there
written
in
a
book
that
is
simply
waiting
for
us
Rethinking Life 
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