Headache Remedy

I sit on a sofa with a notebook PC on my lap.  I wonder what thoughts to reduce down to small lines of organised letter sets.

I listen to the Great Father and the Great Mother.

The voices of the ancient ones.

My thoughts ... they are not my thoughts ... the absence of directed thinking ...

In this moment, a body with tight neck muscles, dry eyes, sore joints - signs of a body/head ache.

Stepping out of that body's immediate needs to allow the muscles, glands and cartilage to move around loosely.

What does this ecosystem we call Earth plan to accomplish?  Will it continue to expand past planetary boundaries?

Inertia.  Motion.  Resistance.  Marketing.  Design.  Desire.  Meeting one's destiny.

I am unimportant by myself, a reflection of a reflection of this mirror of the moment.

UFC figures for sale in Walgreens.  BP petrol stations in the US.  Small town Good Friday church service with potluck lunch, talking to

organist who played at our wedding about her trip to Scotland, England and Wales; retired middle school principal married to retired

middle school English teacher.

If I construct events in the moment to reconstruct events in the future, all just moments up, down and around one another, linked but not

linked, consecutive but not contiguous, then who or what is constructing me?

A knowing look from across the aisle at PetSmart.  Does she know who she is who is looking at me who doesn't know who he is looking at

her?  Knots!

The philosophy of a Chinese philosopher's wife or Rie Rasmussen's Angel-A agent.

When everyone wants something how does one meet anyone's needs?  One.

Two times two is four.  All the assumptions stored in five words.

At twenty 'til two, is it morning or night?

You know the thing about running a planet unwillingly (or unwittingly, depending on the alcohol percentage)?  Keeping ahead of the wheel

watchers.

The ancient ones crossed the Bering Sea in one family line and fell onto shore in another.  Why do they need or want?

A cathedral window pillow sham.

An arrangement of silk flowers.  A blooming Cattleya from Home Depot.

If you're an early adopter, do you produce early adopter goods, too?  The market for fresh fruit in season follows the same path - we

obey the rules set forth by rule setters set forth by the ancient ones.

If nothing is new under the sun, then how do we keep finding something new to describe the same thing all over again?

The wisdom of seeing through the veil that hides the repetition.

The audacity to put up the veil in the first place.

And the second place.

And claiming no two veils from the same cloth are the same.

Sports statistics rarely change but the names next to records rotate from season to season.  Placeholders for the next generation.

A baby is just another baby until s/he is yours.

How do you steal an idea from someone else and say it belongs to no one and now belongs to the public domain?  Plagiarism versus

attribution - you know, that line from the ["It's mine." "No, it's mine." "Then it's nobody's."] ages-old argument.

What if you gave all your ideas away for free?

What if you wandered from one idea to another just long enough to see formation but never fruition?

What if you found the true meaning in being, not doing?

What is one being?

If no one being exists, how can one be?

Some days a headache's all I've got to deal with and the rest of the nudgers nudge us along without my help.  After all, I'm a person

just like you, subject to bodily wear and tear, facing the entropic increase we call the decline of getting older.

Seven billion voices in individual songs, a few in tune with one another, styles and rhythms synching in dissonance and syncopation, many

looking for a recombiner or band leader to organise a new song's performance.  Some sing the old tunes with pride and reminiscence.

One life to live, borrowing the nearby chemicals temporarily to tell the ancient tales in new form.  Then returning to the chemical pool

for other borrowers to lend and sell.

Who will be the first person to belong to the unified group called "Living, Unlimited"?  Who will be the first true global citizen?  Not

a member of the UN, the G8/G20, or other organisation-based organisation.  Who will denounce one's citizenship(s)/membership(s) and say,

"I am alive. That's the only label I require to exist."?

Be a global citizen.  Embrace the idea of one world of differentiated people getting along.  Lead, follow or get out of the way (quietly

so (without threatening others)).

Time is on our side.  Let's make our side the winners - our species, life on this planet, sharing life with "organisms" on other planets

- while we're around to talk about time.  There are no losers, just those who are long forgotten, whose influence faded into the crests

and troughs of waves that canceled themselves out in the ooze of the chemical pool, still contributing but generically so.

You breathe dinosaur breath.  Do you want to be a dinosaur, too?

Our species will survive without any one of us.  BUT our species can thrive through the actions of any one of us.  Are you one of the

forgotten, a survivor or a thriver?  Take your pick, as long as you know our species will always have the higher draw, life takes a still

higher draw and the universe trumps them all.