Whether it’s Trump, Farage, Boris Johnson, Rees-Mogg, Tommy Robinson, Rishi Sunak, David Cameron or any of the multitude of wealthy Tory and Republican millionaires, they all manage to convince the poor that:
a. They have the solutions
b. They care about ordinary people
c. They can relate to what it’s like living in poverty
And they all manage to convince people to elect them then use their position to gain enormous wealth!
Democracy is a distant dream! The wealthy pull the strings!
Impossible Questions
In the green month of May
When hedges roll along the lanes
In drifts of white and pink;
When dead brown twigs
Spring forth in emerald
Swathes of verdant velvet;
The land is bathed
In the brilliance
Of eternal yellow light;
New life bursts forth
In an explosion
Of impossible wonder
And we are left spellbound
To ponder on the miracles
Of things for which there are no answers.
Opher – 2.9.2023
I think that the running down of summer into autumn; the shutting down of nature, leaves me looking ahead to the wonder of a new beginning.
We are doing the same. We are moving house. Like nature we are shutting down the old and looking ahead, through the desolation of the move, towards a new beginning.
This is our autumn here, the move is our winter and in the spring we will set up new shoots so that we may blossom again. I am looking forward to a fruitful summer.
As to the last verse – the eternal wonder of the miracle of life, nature and the universe – magical events for which there are no answers – I choose not to align myself with mankind’s simplistic solutions of gods and religion. I see that as juvenile. I choose instead to smile contentedly and bask within the awe, the beauty and the splendour. Everything just is. That is enough.
Cavorting
Cavorting through infinity
In a dream
For the whole universe
Is not as it may seem.
Perhaps consciousness
Is not rare
And every atom is aware
That we are there?
Throughout, there is a vibration
That connects us all.
But we can only wonder
At the nature of its call.
For that is the pleasure of this journey
As here and there
As we busily scurry
We are largely unaware.
There are no answers to find
Only questions to be mined.
Opher – 22.12.2019
Beware of those who are certain of anything. They are always wrong. There are no certainties. The joy is to discover the questions. For every answer connects us to further mysteries.
In a universe built on quantum there is no solid ground, not here or there.
How? Why? What? And Who?
How do I think?
How do I speak?
Where do the words originate
From those I choose to seek?
Why do I question?
Why do I try?
Why do I believe
The whole world
Is one big lie?
What gives me pleasure?
What causes pain?
What makes some men
Live for nothing more
Than selfish gain?
Who is this person?
That I think of as I?
What makes me tick?
And when will I die?
Opher 29.1.2016
How? Why? What? And Who?
I am always intrigued by the workings of my mind – where do the thoughts originate? How do words form in my head and find their way to my tongue? I am always afraid that when I speak publically the words will cease to present themselves, my head will be empty, and I will dry up.
It is a process that I am not in control of.
I do not like not being in control of it. Yet it usually seems to work very well. It is only the fear that holds me back.
I am also intrigued by the idea of personality. Is there something intrinsic to each one of us? Or are we nothing more that the products of our culture, upbringing and experience? What is the essence of ourselves?
What is it that makes me hold back from joining in with this society? Why do I not wish to fit in? Life would be easy. It can be easier if you conform. Yet I find myself questioning the morality and motives of our leaders. I do not trust them. I do not wish to be part of this machine of modern society. I do not trust this relentless progress towards apocalypse.
I hold a lot of things dear. I do not know why I have a leaning towards those values, attitudes and feelings. I find many experiences pleasurable and get intensely upset by other things. Why do I find the destruction of the natural environment and slaughter of our wild-life so distressing? Why are so many others quite happy to inflict pain on animals and gain immense pleasure out of doing so?
Something has made me care and others not.
Something has made me wish to do something about injustice while others merely seek to exploit any weakness for their own gain.
I am the person I am. I do not know how I became that person. Was it genetic? Or was it the life I have led? I live. I dream. I try. I die.