Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Teleport my Telepathy

There are many events in this world that are easily classified as “impossibilities.” Precognition, invisibility, and time travel are just a few examples of present day “impossibilities.” The problem with “impossibilities” is that they often become “possibilities” through the course of time. Even though that has been the case throughout history (telephone, airplanes, x-ray, email), people still believe in, even hang onto, “impossibilities.”

I have made a point to surround myself with people who seek to overcome the
impossible. My circle of friends include musicians, poets, artists, gamblers, lawyers, computer technicians, parents, and teachers. All of whom contribute to humanity by showcasing the “impossibilities” by making them possible. Don’t tell me that I can’t do something if you are not willing to watch me do it.

I believe that what we classify as “impossibilities” are things that we have yet to achieve. If we all buy into the myth of “impossibilities” who among us will try to prove that unforeseen events are “possible.” We don’t have to be scientists to contribute. We just need to be willing to go against the grain.


“In order to attain the impossible, one must attempt the absurd.”
de Cervantes Saavedra

Friday, April 3, 2009

Global Consciousness Project

I sit shaking into the ether. Every inch of my being trembles. From electricity? Anticipation? Magnetic fields? Love? It’s hard to know which of these direct the shake. The steady shake of life. What if it were the drugs? Would I feel the need to write about it? How pretentious would that be? Only as pretentious as I am.

I wish I was a machine. Lacking heart with a sustained consciousness. Maybe then each minute that passed would just be one more instead of one less. My hands shake when I stop writing. Have I made a wise decision? This record that I hear, will it be the one I make? To be trustworthy is to be worthy of trust. That is not to mean capable of trust. It’s hard for me to trust anyone and have yet to realize if myself has somehow been included.  I'm fearful of love.

Are my words mine? If my life was without music, would I be relevant today? What if you were me? What if I was somewhere? If I could know, would the shakes continue or calm? A world of untruths is just a world but a world of truths is art. Watch me shake.


"There is no coming to consciousness without pain."
--Carl Jung