Marooned in the past
We look on bewildered at a world moved on
Only the pester of conscious thought keeps time
Like water running through the cracks
In this stubborn statue of a sleeping life


Free Will

Free Will is the religion we don’t realise we’re following


Simple things, given time, can create great complexity.
A star, a planet, a human life.


Free to watch life as a spectator
We can enjoy what would be terribly painful
As a participant


We know we are in peril
Behind the short span of light
Beyond the passing of memory
Making us less than we were


Stories. Not binary code, not hex, not any sort of computer logic, but stories are the currency of the human brain. Stories tell us where we left our keys, they tell us who we are. They tell us why we love our friends and hate our enemies. We are either remembering the past in the format of a story, or like a shadow thrown forward by the sun, casting our own daydreamed story into the future. We are so good at telling stories we can do it even without being conscious of it. Stories are the X and Y of our world, they are our up and down, they are the nails holding the whole damned picture to the wall. We seem uniquely suited and hence vulnerable to the power of stories. Stories have possessed nations. They have carried men to the moon and united nations to fight against tyranny. They have also turned brother against brother and moved the thinking hand of man to genocide. Most of all, we each individually want nothing more than to be in our own story. We will twist any event to that aim, struggling and striving with our every breath to hold it all together, to make life make sense in a way we can accept. Stories give the unpredictable events of a vast unfolding universe personal meaning. They are undoubtedly an illusion. But would we want to live without them?


Intelligence is the ultimate expression of evolution. Just as biology is an expression of chemistry, and chemistry is of physics. But where did physics come from?


It is not a matter of getting rid of ego. That is egotism. That is one thought trying to get rid of another. Enlightenment is the simple knowledge that this ego does not exist, other than as a thought, and that everything this organism is doing is not being done by me.

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