Nothing but morning

It’s almost sun-rise time.

The darkness sheds her dress to reveal the morning, and if you read science in high school you would know, that it’s just the earth going round that makes a day and a night.

In a world that runs in circles you plan ahead of time, you think you are going up in a straight line but the journey is helical, you can’t avoid running circles, no one can run straight in this twisted of a world, people who go up, just follow the helical route and if you’re smart enough you will figure out that nothing of this means anything, what’s up or down in the enormousness of human conscience? We all die anyway.

The idea then becomes of life being of no meaning, damned, without hope. Of no greater purpose. Some people buy and create gods to argue that belief, human brain is a funny organ you see, it reconstructs and pre-conceive a lot of things. And in a way it’s marvelous because otherwise we would have been stuck in much more smaller circles than we are now.  

And then there are others in this hell of a modern world who just live as if nothing would matter, living without purpose and dying with lots of money.

But also there are many others just like me who must argue that something does matter, that if we look at the miraculous evolution of life through time, its birth by chance in the heart of this cosmic desert then we do marvel at its sheer brilliance. The acquired intelligence of the human race, the preciousness of memory, the collective consciousness, the will to work together, the will to love are all in a way so alluring that you just ignore the delinquents who are worse off than you, because life is beautiful. And the only goddamned way to live this life, is by teaching others the value of it all- how precious it is. Because this is where it all happens, this one life.

We live here, and we love here.

We won’t last forever we know, but we are the first one to have figured out that we are expendable, that extinction is looming in our backyard waiting to strike, we are fragile, very fragile, but even that understanding is that what makes us special.

So let’s run a little backwards today, let’s run in those circles ambitious people like us are scared of, and exchange love-notes with our crooked neighbor, because in this cosmic grave of time nothing can save us other than our will to love and feel, and because we must not forget that will is what lead to the birth of human civilization.

Let us be nice today.