Time is running short. People are dropping away one by one. The places that provided shelter are empty, cold and barren of life. The clock ticks within my head. And I wonder what is left as I have burned all my intellectual furniture? Is this a function of aging? Or is this simple depression and paranoia of someone ill equipped to find his way in this world? This sense of irrepressible desperation that chronically haunts becoming difficult to shake. So much that is translated into fiction by the printed word yet inexpressible in real life!
What after all is still worthy to express that eight billion other human beings haven’t already figured out or have the time to express? This is a toast to dissolution! A worthy notation that only one struck in advancing years can truly fathom.
So how does this all work? As part of a greater ‘we’, one is brought into conscious participation within the finite fiction of the human realm. Intellectually one is provided with second hand experience that tells them much that they are never allowed the time or encouraged to act upon. Like any goldfish, one’s outlook is determined by the relative state of cleanliness of the fishbowl of everyday common human experience. What little sanctuary provided from this relentless onslaught of mislaid efforts in meaningless directions too often becoming an equally ignominious prison of wrongheaded thinking.
Perhaps in the dead of night when all others of their species are engaged in deep slumber, and one is truly alone and undistracted, can one more clearly understand the definition of their own personal sense of self? When there is no one immediately present to hide from by convenient pretence allowing time to decipher that the universe about one is but a continuum from someplace very small to another place very large and conversely back again.
It is unfortunate that most cannot appreciate that the indefinable phenomena of life that animates all creatures is but a state of being for a supervening state of being that all share membership within. The spider with eyes circumventing its head has the ability to conceive the universe from a different perspective than those of us who bereft of this additional sense can feel phenomena back behind our heads but will never be afforded the ability to instantaneously appreciate it within the same single instant.
As humans we attempt to advance our attitude of superiority by using our manual skills to set up a technology that gives the illusion of the experience of other species. Our imaginary prowess is expected to be mistaken for actual capability and so many rack their brains to create other devices that can in some way provide the physical manifestation of that arbitrary experience.