The Writing On The Wall

In the night of our dreams the boogy-man comes a'calling. At least that is the way of the world as told by our betters. Authority always rises and falls, sometimes relegated to the back burner and other times right there in your face. There is no escaping from ourselves that is for sure.

There is always a calling, a seeking and yearning for one stupid thing or another. Believe me, I've seen it all flow across the canvas of time, being and whatever your flavor of the day is. Neither shaken nor stirred, I am unmoved. But this isn't about me and mine, it's about time and the essence of believe-ability.

Sometimes it takes a lot of effort to move an unmovable mountain. States of being are like that.

Wandering into the night we can all fall into the pit of doom and gloom from time to time. It can be like getting into the trenches of warfare shoulder to shoulder in experience. Draped in glory we peer into the hopeful night. Some awaken from slumber slowly while others die from exhaustion in doing so, it really doesn't matter. As a matter of fact even the end result is neither here nor here.

The Universe is a big, big place. Sometimes getting the round peg in the round hole can effect everything all at once and at other times it becomes but a click in the dial of time. It's true, time can 'get away' from you.

If there is life after death what's the point of living? Life is life, it's like saying neither here nor there. You could say that we are all in this together but since I'm not here there is no together. No Man is an island and so the abundance of life across the spectrum of existence becomes something no mortal Man can contain. We do not live to die but have everlasting life. Peeking behind the curtain of ignorance takes courage but what other choice is there than to be who and what we really are.

The writing is on the wall, it's been there for quite some time.

It's nice to see that something has come of it.