About Opher’s World.

This is what I wrote seven years ago when I set up my blog. Have I been true to my word? What have I achieved? What haven’t I done well??

OPHER’S WORLD

About Opher’s World

I live to make the world a better place. Why don’t you join me? Creativity gives purpose to life. This blog celebrates creativity. I welcome you. Please have a look at my books, art, poems and art.

This is an idealist’s shriek at the absurd, the horrendous and the obscene in the huge optimism that we can make it better.

This is a blog in pursuit of the marvellous.

I ask you to devour all that is wonderful –

and detest all that is cruel, vicious and mean.

You will find lots of life, sex and ideas in this blog – (Ideas such as – there is no god, no purpose, no great scheme, no after-life) – but I do not set out to be offensive, merely to argue my passionately held point of view.

This blog is a celebration of Life – not Death.

What is obscene is not sex.

Obscenity is:
– The destruction of the environment
– War
– The indoctrination of children
– Overpopulation
– Cynical exploitation
– Cruelty to animals and people
– Grotesque disparity of wealth
– Deforestation
– Fanaticism in politics and religion
– Pollution

These are the things I stand against.
These are the obscenities.

This blog celebrates Love, Humour, Kindness and Awe.

It is a howl of creativity – A feast of ideas – A source of controversy.

A thing of beauty –  A delight of wonder – A splurge of passion.

I preach Tolerance – Empathy – Equality – Freedom – Respect –

Responsibility and Passionate Argument.

I will post some of my photos from round the world, examples of my poetry, extracts from my books, my views, ideas and dreams. I will tell you what I stand for and against and argue my case.

It would be great it you told me your views. Perhaps we could have a good argument about it!! There’s nothing better than a good passionate exchange of deeply held views.

This will be the marmite of blogs!

Poetry – I’ve been waiting

I’ve been waiting

I’ve been waiting for a feeling

That’s as warm as any sun.

I’ve been searching for a meaning

That explains the holes inside.

Because I want to feel satisfied.

I’ve been seeking out a love

I could dive into and dissolve.

I’ve been wanting a truth

I would like to hold inside

It’s a hunger that cannot be denied.

Opher – 8.12.2019

It seems to me that life is a quest in which we seek love, knowledge and wonder on a journey to fulfilment.

I am excited by the search for answers and understanding. I am moved by spiritual connections to nature, sunsets and rainbows. I am seeking love and friendship

Maybe there will come a day when I feel replete.

Maybe.

Poetry – Eternity.

Eternity

I’m writing words for eternity.

Tomorrow I will type them into a computer.

I will collect them together with others

And print them in a book.

In the course of a number of tomorrows

I will be gone,

Yet strangely

The words will live on for a while.

How pointless is that??

Opher 4.1.2022

I often wonder what possible purpose does anything have?

Such human thinking.

The sun just is!

Poetry – Skills

Skills

We spend our days learning skills,

Practising and perfecting,

Taking pleasure in our progress

And achievements

Only to feel them slip away

Leaving us to wonder

What it was all for??

Opher 28.7.2018

Spending time with one’s grandchildren as they endlessly practice the skills they will deploy within their life; skills that might have application in work or leisure; skills that are for sport or education; one is left with bemusement.

As a child it was important to see how far we could spit cherry stones or pee up a wall. As a youth the ability to throw a ball or kick a ball, to do tricks and gain approval, seemed important. We learnt to read and write, to manipulate tools with precision and remember facts.

Now as an aging adult I find I have either lost many of those skills, no longer value them or have lost the capacity. It makes me question why they were all so important?

Skills

We spend our days learning skills,

Practising and perfecting,

Taking pleasure in our progress

And achievements

Only to feel them slip away

Leaving us to wonder

What it was all for??

Opher 28.7.2018

Spending time with one’s grandchildren as they endlessly practice the skills they will deploy within their life; skills that might have application in work or leisure; skills that are for sport or education; one is left with bemusement.

As a child it was important to see how far we could spit cherry stones or pee up a wall. As a youth the ability to throw a ball or kick a ball, to do tricks and gain approval, seemed important. We learnt to read and write, to manipulate tools with precision and remember facts.

Now as an aging adult I find I have either lost many of those skills, no longer value them or have lost the capacity. It makes me question why they were all so important?

Poetry – I am a fly – a poem about life

 

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I believe ln the picture put together by great scientific research. All life on this planet is equally evolved. There is no hierarchy. We all came out of the first, and only, single cell. Life evolved over billions of years and went its different ways down trunk, branch and twig of the evolutionary tree.

All life on this planet is equally important, equally adapted, and equally evolved. Having certain attributes does not make us superior. Our arrogance and stupidity are manifest in our attitudes. The pompous are preposterous.

We humans, not uniquely, evolved consciousness. It is a mixed blessing (if I can use such a term imbued with religious connotations). We have used it to enrich, create and embellish our lives. We have used to create misery, pain and destruction.

We have been befuddled by our limited intelligence to seek purpose, reason and possibility where there is none.

Other, less intelligent forms of life, do not indulge in such esoteric fantasy.

I Am A Fly

I am a fly

All I desire is to find food, a mate, and a place to lay my eggs;

To avoid predators

And escape the heat and cold.

I am a fly.

 

I do not know that flies, trees and humans

All evolved from the same cell.

 

I am a fly.

I do not believe I have a higher purpose

I do not contemplate an after-life,

I do not yearn for heaven

or fear hell.

I create no gods.

 

I am a fly. My life is short

And I live it

That is all.

 

Opher 9.10.2015

Poetry – Purpose – An epic poem that covers the span of history and all human philosophy.

I had this idea that I wanted to create a poem that summed up the whole philosophy of human beings, their history, purpose and future. I wanted it to be monumental, all-encompassing and intricate. I knew that if I could just get the rhythm, rhyme and metre right I could create such a wonder that it would sweep the world and be transformational.

If I could only create a poem of such perfection, power and truth that it would pierce the psyche of anyone who read it, awaken passion and go off with the force of an atomic bomb into the subconscious. I could start a revolution that would alter history.

I would change the world for the better. If it was good enough, pure enough, magical enough, it would create a positive zeitgeist that would sweep all in front of it.

The future would be perfect. If I could describe a purpose for mankind that would grip everyone’s imagination so that anyone who read it was instantly filled with revolutionary fervour to make the world a better place. The poem would detonate in the minds of all who read it and spread round the world like a virus.

This is that poem. The rhyme, metre and scope have been crafted. The logic is so intense it burns into the soul. I think it is going to change the world.

It is the whole purpose for living!

PURPOSE

To gain wisdom;

To create,

And make the world

A better place.

 

Opher  19.7.98

Poetry – The Last Poem – a look into the future.

I wrote this on the last day of 1997.

Life is all we have. We have a consciousness that has come out of a miraculous fusion of chemicals. My mind is a mass of dendrites connecting more neurones than a galaxy.

When I die I will cease to be.

But I hope the ripples of my life will reach out to touch everyone and help make the experience of this wondrous universe better for everyone.

We do not die while our memory lingers on in the actions of others. We reach down through the generations with fingers of delight.

My friends and family live in me as I will live in others.

The Last Poem

Before I took my first thought

The universe did not exist.

Then it all clicked on

And has never ceased to desist.

They tell me one day

I will dream my last dreams,

Then the universe will stop

To seem how it seems.

 

Adrift in a void

That is not even there.

With no thoughts to avoid

Or feelings to share.

 

Alone.

 

Without even me.

With nothing to do

And nothing to see.

 

When time does not exist

And nothing is real

You cannot be

And I cannot

feel.

 

 

OPHER  31.12.97