Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Rant: For the love of Understanding

If god designed my lungs, he did not do a very good job.
If god designed my response to allergens, he did a pathetic job.
If god designed... you get the point.

I was clearly not assembled by some master craftsman.
I am sick 25%-33% of the year.
My emotional and intellectual constitution
was not designed for unfounded belief
another flavor of truth naturally holds
sway for me. Its just the way I was made.

These statements are obvious and for that I apologize.

It is simply frustrating (understatement) witnessing a portion of humanity
actively fighting against, and denying
the recent progress in our understanding of the world
yet again:

Earth revolves around the sun (Religion fought and lost that one)
Earth is flat (Religion fought and lost that one)
Natural agents cause disease and sickness (Religion fought and lost that one)
Species evolve. (Religion is currently fighting against this one)

At least I'm no longer
put to death,
or other nasty excuses for piety
for disagreeing with the religious
seeking to obscure our understanding:
at least not in America today.

I'm still promised that I will suffer for all eternity
with very colorful language (makes water boarding look tame)
for just being who I was made to be.

I have to stop this rant,
my head is so congested I have a massive headache coming on,
better take some medicine to overcome
the defects in my physical design.

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Bacon and Relationships

My bacon comes out better
when I'm reading a book,
(paying less attention)
bacon gets crispier
this way, and tastier.

Some couples could use this advise,
a little less attention to the relationship
may let it bounce all the better
into its desired harmonic.

Crispy Bacon and
Loving Relationships;
Both beneift from less scrutiny
and more appreciation
of the end result.

(Addendum: Laundry may be a good example of the required minimums)

Wednesday, April 09, 2008

The Neverywhere

The attraction of self-pity
The reason some people get addicted
is that they can forget about everyone but themselves
It makes them the center of the universe

The center is pleasantly purposeful,
direction is easily defined,
and there are no awkward in-betweens:
The center is always a destination
and a beginning. Always both.

Self-pity is a surrogate center
a placebo of purpose
a negative nest
nestled in the center
of neverything.

Its killing you
but at least you know where you are.
You're neverywhere.

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

Boulders and Hills?

Its hard to make sense of it.
I struggle to put it all in order
getting close on occasion
until the pieces slide away
and slide out of place.

I coax them back like a surgeon
attracting a finger back onto a hand.
I do this again and again
hoping for progress, longer
more stable cohesion.

How much of my life is boulders
and hills?