I was on the exercise bike with blood pumping and endorphins popping, a song in my head. And I just let it go a moment, and the breeze rose.
I was thinking the universe was whispering to me. And its like I said elsewhere, when one is still enough, one can feel the vibration of the universe.
But next time out I pulled John Lange-era AC/DC on the phone during the ride, and I followed along with the lead guitar(Angus) and the rhythm guitar(Malcolm), then picked back up Angus's line as he went for a solo.
I shall try silence next time, the wheel of silence and the will of silence, in which the universe begins to speak to me, I guess. Feel a certain one-ness with line of dogwoods and the old pecan tree. And then, I'm also somewhere in mind ruminating on my schedule.
Lost causes can be taken up, I wot, for the defiance of eternity, but we should be prepared to put forth an effort worthy of moving the universe, even as the universe enthralls us, in return. The interconnectedness of things, and the old adage, that the universe is, in the end, just to all, but its these man-made systems that we get civilly disobedient about, like Breonna Taylor and police reform. But we observe non-violence, and then, these others, in the destruction of property, put their cause to shame as the "other side" just labels them criminals and refuses to listen to their gripes.
"The left demonizes opponents" says Laura, as she demonizes her own opponents, picking the loudest or worst of the variety out to wag her own finger, and this a sort of nightly rant against both the left and the media, conversely, the left or the media. And its no wonder in return that outlets like Gail King's CBS This Morning have browned as if in a pit roasting over those Fox News flames.
Like wanting a token black film to win. We stopped relating to Gwyneth a long time ago, and in fact, people like her are more at home sitting on Mars with me, or even Affleck, visiting Natalie Portman, being told to go outside on the doorstep if he really, really needs a cigarette.
And I'm out there with him, wanting to smell Natalie's panties, actively wanting her to hand them to me, while another part thinks, this, too, would make a great movie. But more or less having a nic fit, and in the quietude, with only myself and Ben's long exhales, the breeze would again rise, and the birds aflitter. While elsewhere, Donald would tweet something mean about someone, defying the notion that he is "everyone's president", that "Sean's boy" is not "for everybody", and I'm thinking, my own prescription costs went up under his administration, me still even without insurance, and our own side preventing the dole from being a living wage, barely a subsistence wage, a stupid stipend, a kiss-off from people more overtly watching the stock market and trying to make Joe Scarborough eat his turncoat words.
In vibration of the universe, percolating worlds, spinning discs and burning orbs, and all that radiation and magnetic energy pooling somewhere on the fringe. Part of us hears "submerge" as our disembodied spirits float-race across the void towards some inevitable destination, and only now do I come to grasps with the journey having a definitive beginning and end, Memento Maury, Premaditatio Malorum, Milk and Vodka, in our paths there is first to grasp the things that are more immediately before us, mindfulness, you dig?
And when John Roberts said something like, "though its unconstitutional, I gone side with the socialists." Then the next guy in the white stick frame says, America wasn't great anymore, that he would have to make some adjustments. And believe me, they like nothing better than legislating their own personal ethics, and even now the churches weighing in on the matter.
I'm thinking I'm going to do some Karate on the next preacher that gives me a lecture on Politics.
These guys didn't get the concept of America from the Constitution or history book, they got it from their parents and the media. So when talking about "make america great again", I'm thinking that's a bit vague, or "rebuilding" or what-have-you.
Re: Building. Reb ill Ding.
What kind of pajama and sports bra wearing, vodka breath, food stamp whore that Lady Liberty has become.
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