Chimes and Buttons
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Stop.
Turn off the lights, the music, the television, the electricity, the water, the phone. Unplug the refrigerator, the freezer, the heater, everything.
Just close your eyes and listen, just for a minute, a second, a moment.
Hear the gentle hissing of time, music of the world with it's trillions of individual parts and pieces and instruments and musicians...
Click and whir and slow inexorable hum of the universe.
A star is born, a sun burns itself out, a million beg and plead and barter their final breath away while another million squall themselves into fresh faced existence, ceaseless, relentless, sonorous and monstrous, pathetic and awesome, falling without rhyme or reason into perfect lockstep cadence.
Each puzzle piece falling into place, locking its counterparts into the greater design of a greater puzzle piece falling into place with it's contemporaries, and so on, and so forth in an ever expanding widening arc of inception and destruction encompassing the whole of cretinous creation in a single grain of colored sand in a single drawing on the packed red clay.
There is no end to the cycle. A new day dawns as the old one is extinguished. One species thrives, another drives itself to extinction. The wolves are hunted, the lambs are slaughtered, the maggots feast, the flies multiply, the great machine persists oblivious, unfazed by the beauty and horror of it's own machinations. We persist, oblivious to the horror and beauty and compassion and brutality of even the simplest of our actions, the minimal strain and relaxation of muscle that allowed you to draw that breath just now was a million years in the making, that gurgle in your intestines a few moments ago was a drastic dynamic shift in an environment so alien to the one you move through that you would not survive if you were suddenly abandoned to it.
The body wars with itself, the mind wars with the body, the bodies war with each other, the world wars with the bodies, the microbes war with everything, everything is consumed, dissolved, broken down, reconstituted, rebuilt, improved, destroyed, improved again. And on, and larger, and so forth.
And people wonder why I choose not to partake of the illicit substances.
.
Stop.
Turn off the lights, the music, the television, the electricity, the water, the phone. Unplug the refrigerator, the freezer, the heater, everything.
Just close your eyes and listen, just for a minute, a second, a moment.
Hear the gentle hissing of time, music of the world with it's trillions of individual parts and pieces and instruments and musicians...
Click and whir and slow inexorable hum of the universe.
A star is born, a sun burns itself out, a million beg and plead and barter their final breath away while another million squall themselves into fresh faced existence, ceaseless, relentless, sonorous and monstrous, pathetic and awesome, falling without rhyme or reason into perfect lockstep cadence.
Each puzzle piece falling into place, locking its counterparts into the greater design of a greater puzzle piece falling into place with it's contemporaries, and so on, and so forth in an ever expanding widening arc of inception and destruction encompassing the whole of cretinous creation in a single grain of colored sand in a single drawing on the packed red clay.
There is no end to the cycle. A new day dawns as the old one is extinguished. One species thrives, another drives itself to extinction. The wolves are hunted, the lambs are slaughtered, the maggots feast, the flies multiply, the great machine persists oblivious, unfazed by the beauty and horror of it's own machinations. We persist, oblivious to the horror and beauty and compassion and brutality of even the simplest of our actions, the minimal strain and relaxation of muscle that allowed you to draw that breath just now was a million years in the making, that gurgle in your intestines a few moments ago was a drastic dynamic shift in an environment so alien to the one you move through that you would not survive if you were suddenly abandoned to it.
The body wars with itself, the mind wars with the body, the bodies war with each other, the world wars with the bodies, the microbes war with everything, everything is consumed, dissolved, broken down, reconstituted, rebuilt, improved, destroyed, improved again. And on, and larger, and so forth.
And people wonder why I choose not to partake of the illicit substances.
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