Monday, March 5, 2012


The lighthouse of space. It feels like this since the beginning of I've been wondering in the vacuum, alone, my light only visible from the right angle. I am not the only pulsar. There are many like me, though not an infinite number. We all wonder through space, emitting our magnetic radiation towards all the other bodies around us...each of us alone, though aware of each other. We have seen the shape of things to come, for we have travelled there and back already. We signal the warnings, each of us from our corner of the universe. Be ware the circle of a ware the ashes of the ware of blind ware of non-believers.
Each pulse, a warning!
There is a word for everything. And for that which is not yet, a word shall be awarded.
The price of the prophet is to see the prophecies fulfilled, and the price of the actors is to play but a part in a play that has already been written.
No need despair...the lighthouse will keep working...

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Blue Screen of Love

Some questions perhaps have no answers. We assume that the answers to existential questions are buried somewhere deep in the subconscious and we just need to "open" our mind enough to find the answer. But what if some questions really have no answers at the time when we do the asking?
Being extremely good at self analysis and at the analysis of others, as well as things, employing not only the rational but the irrational in my methodology, I assumed I could get to the answer somehow...and yet here I am, entangled in a multitude of thoughts and facts that I cannot weave together into something tangible.
The truth about love, platonic as well as romantic, eludes me. Where does the one begin and the other end? What is the difference really, fundamentally? How do you take out the white noise of it all and simply know, without a doubt, that the love you feel is real, that it is love?
Unchanging it is it is not, completely pure it is then what is it?
Having been on the inside looking out and on the outside looking in of the most intricate parts of love with its subjects and objects I am no closer to the light at the end of the tunnel.

The theatrical approach is to be told: Search your feelings...Luke!!!! (yeah, Star Wars indeed!)

But what if Luke searches his feelings...De-fragmenting and Formatting....and when the hourglass runs out he gets the message "this program has performed an illegal operation..."

The blue screen of death follows....reboot and try again...