A poem #83 – Evolution

Think of the fauna
that cares not for our borders
nor for our local tongue.
This blood that’s been shed,
the things left unsaid –
all of man’s gains, undone.
What of the rights
to own both day and night –
are these spoils of war, really won?
Inheritance tax on our evolution,
we’re less comfortable in finding the solution
than we are in owning the gun.

JP Collins

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Quiet musings… day#10 (The sword’s edge)

What I’m thinking: This was 2013 – the year when everybody kept calm and carried on; although, more likely, the year we bought mugs and mouse mats and T-shirts with that, and every variation of it, on just so we can stare at it all day and tell ourselves “everything is going to be OK”; when just under our skins we were fretting about rocketing energy prices and how we are going to afford to heat our homes this winter; and about the Government re-allocating tax so richer folk could pay less by being conned into buying brand-spanking-new “zero-tax, green vehicles” and the rest of us pay more to cover the deficit – the roads still haven’t been repaired. Is this the year we finally found balance? No, I say not; but the Government appears to think so.

Nevertheless, we are in the thick of an astronomic technical evolution that is snowballing toward the complete perfection of convenience; this is not something to turn your nose up at. The majority of the human race will not succumb to laziness as we near this goal, but will find their minds burning with an even fiercer hunger for knowledge and mental expansion. This is a wonderful time to be alive – and with the help of the Internet, you can feel like you have been here since day dot; on the other hand, of course, you may feel your life can be defined simply by a bleak set of coding, a string of meaningless ones and zeros, in which case, you must take a walk and re-discover the beauty of the natural world; you must remember that you are made of matter, as is the earth and everything on it; synergy is important – take a bath, as Archimedes did, and you will find your inspiration, your zest for living, once again. It is our nature to find solace amongst the turmoil, so try to go with the flow. Life on earth is chaotic – carefull yet daring, stable yet unbalanced, terrific yet comforting all at once – this is indeed a wonderful time to be alive. We are all dancing along the sword’s edge, and it seems the joy of life is not knowing which way we will fall.

My confession: I still don’t know what the difference is between those two flush buttons on the top of my toilet.

What My wife and I do in the evening: Make each other laugh so hard we can’t breathe, and when we have finished and composed ourselves we begin to laugh again and forget what started us off in the first place. I wish we could do this everyday.