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Posted in Answers, Cool shit, Rants, Reality, Stupid-heads by waldopaper on October 2, 2015

Brooked Evolution

If I should die, think only this of me:

That somewhere out there among the stars

A particle is forever Earth.  There shall be

In that that rich Earth, strings and folk guitars

Silly string mother Earth bore, shaped, made aware

Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam.

A body of Earth singing dream bursting in air,

Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.  .

And think this heart, all evil shed away,

A thought in the eternal mind, no less

Gives somewhere back the thoughts by Earth given

Her sights and sounds, dreams happy as her day,

Looked for a gig and found a place to play.

Our father do art in heaven.   

Doc. I know you are a smart guy. So let’s talk metaphysics.  Do you believe in God? Do you believe in Santa Claus? Why the former and not the latter?  I believe in Santa Claus. Really. Now… little man, red suit, flying reindeer… um-no. But Santa Claus is as real as little kids’ dreams… and few things are more “real” than that.

I believe in God. Now… invisible sky-man that magically writes books… um- no. “New Age” brings eye-rolling and snorts. But it’s here. Now. And you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.  Particle physics… quantum mechanics… dark energy… just to name a few. Multiverse. Visitors. AI.  Religion is a cultural accretion. It does not matter if Jesus Christ ever “really” existed or not.

A Nativity Scene on the courthouse lawn is fun and games for children.   Oh– “legislating from the bench?” “Judicial activism?” … memes from the mouth of GW Bush.  Where were you when SCOTUS hijacked the 2000 election? Or how about the Citizens United decision… worst SCOTUS decision since Dred Scott?

Those who would roll up the constitution (usually so they can smack their bibles with it). seem to forget: Roma locuta causa finita: rule of law.  Now- can we stop hunting Easter eggs while the planet cooks and the oceans die?  The Others are going to reveal themselves… one way or another.  You will call them visitors… or immigrants.  Whatever.

Truth is, they have been here for at least ten thousand years.  Here to stay.  Not going away.  You are, Doc.  Evolution dictates  Canon this time.  Brook suffer tolerate… bear it even.  Accept it if wise, a gentile.  The Others will show power to assemble murmuration in space/time.  Some will see demons… others angels.

Some will be visionary… some will will be insane.  The brane between is on the scene   We are parakeets now pecking at our own reflection.  Like the neocons and their nut bag wall.  Others, like YPJ have nothing to fear at all.  Give peace a chance, join in the dance.  We have wondered the wilderness for forty years.  Now we hear and see.

Dis-corporation  set us free. 


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  1. robinonfoot said, on October 2, 2015 at 6:23 pm

    Oh, wow… my heart fills up and tears are rivers down my craggy face.   I love your poetry and your writing is a song — always.  This is beautiful.   But now I have a question.   I don’t understand the “proof” (it doesn’t take much, I don’t think) of Their Being here?   Why do you believe this is so?  r

    • waldopaper said, on October 3, 2015 at 12:34 am

      Many Earth2-type planets have in found in much older star clusters. If it there (probability favors this) conscious life possesses technology far beyond ours. Do most earthworms know WE are there?

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