There is, apparently
no brain, however
large, well adjusted,
fast thinking, packed
full of data, seemingly
logical, that it can’t
be turned into mush
by the acquisition of
an imaginary friend
Category: atheism
I breathe, therefore I am
I am
breathing in,
breathing out,
like all the other
living creatures
sharing this planet
and this air.
But more,
that air has been
shared by all the creatures
who ever lived,
been refreshed by
all the plants
that ever grew,
since the beginning
of Earth time.
Each new breath
combines all the
old breaths of creatures,
and people, long gone.
Each breath is a kind
of immortality,
existing long after
each of us has
taken our last breath,
passed on to each of
us taking our
first breath
Losing their marbles
Heaven save me from
celebrities who seem
quite sane and
rational when young
but who in old age
become religious and
move hard right
politically and seem to
be mulling over joining
the Flat Earth Society
Seasons in the Sun
Impossible to
decide which season
would be best to die in:
Summer with its heat
and blue skies;
Autumn with
hints of frost and snow;
Winter with the warmth
of hearth and home:
Spring with flowers
and promise of flowers.
But whichever I choose
I would be desolate not to
see the following one.
Hand on head instead?
What is it with
Americans putting
their hand on their
heart at solemn
occasions like the
funeral of an
ex-president?
They do know,
I suppose, that the
heart is just a lump
of muscle that
circulates blood?
I mean, we have known
for five hundred years
that the heart has
nothing to do with
emotions, so why
put your hand over it?
Disappointment
How sad it is when
we discover that a
writer, an artist, an
actor, a musician,
whom we have admired
and enjoyed,
believes in an
imaginary friend.
Valediction
I have never
had, in a long life
of creating ideas,
and things, a serious
review of any of it. No
serious consideration
of what was attempted,
what were the problems,
what was achieved.
But then you don’t get that
for your life itself
I suppose,
Stayin’ alive
Strange, I guess,
how reluctant humans
are to accept that the
world managed quite
well without them before
they were born, and will
manage just as well
after they die.
Strange too, I suppose,
that in a world where
all organisms die, after
one day for a Mayfly, or
five thousand years for
a Bristlecone Pine,
humans are so resistant
to accepting their own
death as a natural part
of life on Earth.
It is as well that the dead
cannot feel disappointment
for if they could there
would by now have been
billions of disappointed
corpses.
Maybe 8
If you are not
an atheist by
the age of seven
you aren’t
thinking.
Oumuamua
Oh for heavens sake
how can it already be
nearly the end of
twenty eighteen?
The years are flashing
past faster than that
rock from another star
that whizzed through our
solar system to fast to be
properly observed
