some wednesday night

you know how life is sometimes just so absurd right? Then one night when you're riding your bike home somewhere near a meridian called 8:30 pm, the sky above the Danforth has darkened but the way towards home is still faintly lit from the fading day.

Soon we will look up and the space above us will be painted royal and we will wonder amidst the nonsense of this life and our struggle to be towers, tempest is fugiting, the whole world is still the whole world.

a thought

It is correct when I say that I am an atheist. This does not mean I do not believe in God. It means I do not believe in how God is taught. God is the ultimate equation, life is the ultimate solution. The very fact that we are able to survive, each day despite all the conditions in the universe, that we are given a choice and that we are aware of that choice and the many means of survival at our disposal. Out of the infinite forms of life on this planet alone, to think that in the entire universe so far known to us, we each day wake up, not yet dead but given another chance to experience our cognitions and perceptions is a wondrous allowance. Should it not be worthy of our greatest respect?
Does this not mean that prayer is not invalid a notion? To believe in one’s one dignity and want of survival is nothing to be ashamed of. To believe and hope for the protection of what one holds dear, is that not common to us all? To will oneself the favour of the energy that binds all life together is that so far fetched a notion? So ridiculous? To believe so deeply in our own worth, we will our every day into existence, surviving simply on the idea that it is worth living, and therby making peace with our circumstances in some manner, however crude.

The implication of this, is that we could live forever.

?

if your eyes roll to the back of your head, are you dying
or just trying to read your mind?