It appears that, all things being equal, what lies before us now is nothing more than time unfolding. Our ability to perceive so-called 'reality' could actually be the exact opposite procedure occurring forthwith. The necessity of individual existence in this particular juxtaposition of particle/wave formations seems rather indulgent in some kind of cosmic-justice way. Still, we cling to our material world, addicted to the very substance that leads to one's own demise.
It is actually amazing to me that we've been around as long as we have, considering the fury of the universe. My life, my little slice of this grandiose human experience, seems so all-consuming for me. My survival antics are a wonderful interweaving of physical necessity and emotional urges that play out pretty well in my natural environment. Striving for comfort and the assurance of continued comfort for our physical entities is job #1 here, and beyond that is mostly God.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Friday, February 5, 2010
Misplacing the Mission Credibility Report
Awaiting the interest of that which yet unveiled, the spurious exchange ensued. Although, in light of time, I hesitate to meander verbally, still the very nature of my experience encourages a lackadaisical attitude when regarding such matters. Thrust into the world of inconclusive presuppositions and outright falsehoods regarding key elements of survival, one might think the field is tilted favorably for me totally getting my ass kicked.
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