A Trillion Reactions

A Trillion Reactions

A trillion reactions a second.

                A trillion jolts of electricity.

A trillion tiny elements

                Adding up to one massive miracle.

A network of tiny circuits

                Of chemical switches,

Of binary choices,

                Adding up to a colossal

                                Unlikelihood.

A mesh of interconnecting strands

                Of pulses

                                Streaming along,

                                                Of waves

Of polarisation,

                Coalescing.

The sum of chemical parts

                Adding up

To touch

                To sounds

                                To awareness

                                                To pictures

In my mind.

A trillion reactions a second.

                The sum total

                                Of who

                                                I am.

Opher 15.3.23

I am conscious.

That is beyond me and everyone else. We take it for granted.

I am conscious.

I am nothing more than a trillion reactions a second.

How does that work?

Those reactions give me a whole universe.

A miracle of nature.

A product of three billion years of evolving complexity, more wondrous that the universe itself.

A one of?

So incredibly unlikely.

Yet it has happened. I am here. My reactions wrote this.

I’m going to sit here and contemplate that for a minute or two.

The Sun Just is.

The Sun Just is.

The sun just is.

                The story reads itself.

Any dream is as real.

A mind roams the universe.

                We feel

                                We think

                                                We see.

Everything adds up to nothing.

Nothing contains it all.

                We wonder

                                We taste

                                                We conjure.

Reality is inexplicable.

Consciousness an illusion.

                We touch

                                We think

                                                We disappear.

I just am

                When I am.

Opher – 7.12.2021

Explaining infinity, consciousness, dreams or reality requires magic.

We exist.

There is no explanation.

I Opened a Door

I Opened a Door

I opened a door

                And let the universe in.

I opened a mind

                And made dreams real.

I think

                And it exists.

I live

                In a storm of electricity.

Opher – 7.12.2021

The whole of our awareness of the universe is nothing more than the firings of neurones. Our senses feedback in electricity. Our brains create electric nets. None of it is real.

Connect us up to the right impulse and we could see, feel, taste, touch and smell anything, anything at all.

Perhaps that is where we are right now – in the laboratory of a mad scientist.

Reality is a dream

Maybe we create it?

The entire universe is in our head.

To Make Themselves Look Big

To Make Themselves Look Big

They wear uniforms,

Put on crowns,

Sit on thrones,

Wear ceremonial gowns.

They wear big hats

Put on a wig.

With many servants

To make themselves look big.

They live in mansions,

Rolex on wrists,

Play with yachts,

Hold sceptres in their fists.

Wearing gowns and ermine,

Finest wines to swig,

Dripping gold and diamonds

To make themselves look big.

Yet really

They are the same as us.

Passengers

On a planetary bus.

Opher – 29.1.2021

The kings, queens, presidents, judges, generals and wealthy, all decked up in their finery, in uniforms, with status symbols, $6000 handbags, flash cars, Armani suits, rolex’s and Italian shoes, are all playing a game.

Everything is a symbol.

Tribalism is rife.

The game is played with deadly results.

We are put in our place. They may put on airs and graces but they are really just small organisms crawling on the thin crust of a planet.