For the vast majority of mankind life is merely a mechanical grind from which the few benefit. The few are either brighter or the vast majority are dim-witted. The truth is somewhere in between — but that truth is a relative truth — the solution can be found in all that is non-human — that would require thinking about mankind relative to all that is non-human and eternal. It would require a mass movement to seek the truth and fathom mankind’s place relative to the truth. It would require a complete annihilation of the human ego.
Mankind has not invented the means to liberate himself from the natural flow of the non-human animate and inanimate non-human outward. All that he has accomplished is a short-lived insulation from the eternal reality. There are visible cracks in the plaster–the cold is silently creeping in.
Mankind is nothing more than a big fish in a small pond.
Mankind’s fascination with himself excludes infinite alternatives.
The non-human outward is open and consists of eternal experiments and change indifferent to some sort of goal, ideal, dogma, or end result.
One day I will put images to this electronic master piece. Perhaps I will simply use images produced by White Spark…why repeat masterpieces already created?
This is the final background piece before I begin posting journal-like entries. Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe is another poet, artist, or may I say universal man, that had a great influence on me. This poem, written a few years before his death, may be directed towards the young about ready to enter life and I find this piece to be quite poignant and wise. This piece is a potential remedy or a solution to overcome my utopian day dreams, excuses, and aggravation with the general human momentum. It is my intention and desire that my journal-like writings lead to more consciousness and action in the spirit of this eternal piece of wisdom.
No living atom comes at last to naught!
Active in each is still the eternal Thought:
Hold fast to Being if thou wouldst be blest.
Being is without end; for changeless laws
Bind that from which the All its glory draws
Of living treasures endlessly possessed.
Unto the wise of old this truth was known,
Such wisdom knit their noble souls in one;
Then hold thou still the lore of ancient days!
To that high power thou ow’st it, son of man,
By whose decree the earth its circuit ran
And all the planets went their various ways.
Then inward turn at once thy searching eyes;
Thence shalt thou see the central truth arise
From which no lofty soul goes e’er astray;
There shalt thou miss no needful guiding sign-
For conscience lives, and still its light divine
Shall be the sun of all thy moral day.
Next shalt thou trust thy senses’ evidence,
And fear from them no treacherous offence
While the mind’s watchful eye thy road commands:
With lively pleasure contemplate the scene
And roam securely, teachable, serene,
At will throughout a world of fruitful lands.
Enjoy in moderation all life gives:
Where it rejoices in each thing that lives
Let reason be thy guide and make thee see.
Then shall the distant past be present still,
The future, ere it comes, thy vision fill-
Each single moment touch eternity.
Then at the last shalt thou achieve thy quest,
And in one final, firm conviction rest:
What bears for thee true fruit alone is true.
Prove all things, watch the movement of the world
As down the various ways its tribes are whirled;
Take thou thy stand among the chosen few.
Thus hath it been of old; in solitude
The artist shaped what thing to him seemed good,
The wise man hearkened to his own soul’s voice.
Thus also shalt thou find thy greatest bliss;
To lead where the elect shall follow-this
And this alone is worth a hero’s choice.
Two men debate the same old issues and tell the dumbed-down masses what they want to hear. As if one middle-aged decaying corrupt corpse could actually reverse our self-made death spiral.
Meanwhile, the leaves have begun to change color at this small corner of the planet. The winds have picked up and a slight chill penetrates to the skin. Two young people, whom believe in true love, walk in a tree-lined park holding hands admiring each other and the autumn leaves. The colorful leaves drink the last drops of fading golden light.
Soon, strong winds will approach with cold that penetrates bone. The leaves will be torn free to die and enrich the soil. Little children will heap up piles and plunge into that which gave them air and now soil to grow.
The change in season hints that we are part of something infinitely larger than man and his silly age-old adolescent problems. The earth’s tilt, rotation, and orbit around the sun determines the change in season. The earth, the sun, our galaxy, every galaxy, are plunging through the vastness of eternity at incredible speeds with no guarantees for a tomorrow.
So let these narcissistic men twirl their wretched tongues. I prefer to listen to the wind blowing through the trees and watching the fading light flicker among the colorful leaves.
Time never began and time will never end. All the contents in this universe and others has always been in existence. For nothing can come from nothing just like something cannot become nothing. The only change is the temporary forms these contents assume through eternity. Man and all his creations are but a short-lived experiment soon to be recycled and swallowed up by the vastness of eternity. Our contents will be used for new forms and shapes.