How are you today my friends on this BEAUTIFUL full moon Friday. Ya'all out there wherever ya are, how ya doing today? No I'mma not quite a complete idiot, but close! I just like being silly, ya don't mind do ya?
Once upon a time, not too long ago this man had the need to make sense of everything in his little world. He watches the evening news, reads the newspaper, a regular thinker, wonderer, this man would think until his head hurts. He even tried sitting naked on the toilet with one hand under his chin, reminiscent of the statue, The Thinker, hoping something would pop into his mind, only in reverse. He tries reversing the process of his most intellectual few moments of intense straining. He believes the laws of gravity and the process of junk in junk out would change, and in that moment of losing a natural man made by product, a ray of cosmos lightning would strike him and a brillant earth shattering thought would fill his cranium.
Well, the cosmic jolt never comes, so the old man gives up, the hell with this search for knowledge crap. He skims the newspaper, reading only the headlines, the heartwarming articles, humorous stories, cartoons. He's convinced everything coming out of Washington is a soap opera. The separation of rich and the poor have always been there, that sure as hell ain't never gonna change. There has always been people dying from accidents and natural calamities he can't change that! The biggest problem he believes is that today's world of instantaneous communication only makes all the problems in the world, more intolerable. We are bombarded with non-stop everlasting mind altering, controling in all aspects of our everyday life. It doesn't matter, if there is, or isn't a conspiracy going on. He can't change the world and how it's being run, BUT he can control his tiny sliver of it... Even in his hometown, death, destruction, politics making front page news, he tires of IT. The fun, fullfilling interesting reading articles becomes lost amongst meaningless drivel.
His life starts returning, the sun is so much more than he remembers, the home cooked food is more enjoyable, not feeling rushed, he talks to, instead of at, or on a cellphone with family. He hugs his love ones, he finds the time to walk his dog remembering how good it feels to RELAX, to really relax and enjoy the simple pleasures that he thought was not there anymore. Those simple pleasures have always been there, he had lost, how to see, and feel them. Let the world around me move at a fast pace to nowhere, or an early death.
WE ARE BUT ANTS SCURRYING TO OUR OWN OBLIVION. WE ARE BEING PROGRAMMED AND DON'T EVEN SEE IT. FAMILY, LOVE, PETS, HOBBIES ARE "OWN" INDIVIDUAL SPIRITUALITY IS, (I WISH TO REPEAT) "IS" "OUR" SALVATION. GOODNIGHT FROM OLD GLEN...
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