Massive statues, ornate pillars, obelisks, hieroglyphs and stone beams. It was fantastic.
Incomprehensible – How Amazing!
In the midst of nothing,
Out of nowhere,
Going all ways
With a pink jelly
Infused with electricity
Out of nothing;
Opher – 3.5.2020
I keep going back to the big questions. Where do we come from? How big is infinity? How is something created out of nothing? How do our brains enable us to think? What is reality?
Some contemplate these things and turn to religion for answers.
I do not.
I think religion has no answers.
Perhaps the answers are too weird?
Science only tells a partial picture.
All I can say when I look out at the cosmos, at the creation of life, the evolution of life or our own minds, is WOW!! How Amazing!
That might be enough.
A number of people have asked me why, as an antitheist, am I so obsessed with temples, cathedrals and mosques.
That’s simple. I love art, beauty and ancient monuments. The state and religion have had all the money and power. They have set out to prove their dominance, to impress and put us in awe of them.
The palaces, temples, cathedrals, castles, mosques, mansions and abbeys are the places where artists, architects and designers have excelled. The powerful always employ the best.
I can marvel at the beauty and majesty of human creation. It’s spiritual not religious.
As far as I’m concerned religion is about power and causes division and hatred. One of our worst inventions. Yet it has spawned some magnificance.
A gentle sigh through the long grass,
Sending ripples across the meadows
Like waves across a pond,
Carrying the whispers of eras.
A roaring in the trees
Shaking branches and bending mighty trunks
Like the crash of great rollers on a shingle beach;
The roar of dragons.
Driven by sun,
Ruffling the hair,
Driving the clouds
To replenish the land,
Bringing back life,
Opher – 20.4.2020
As I went on my daily walk a gentle warm breeze was blowing in my face. I watched the clouds scurry across the sky and hoped I wouldn’t get rained on.
I watched the breeze move across the fields rippling the grass. I heard the wind rattling the leaves in the trees.
It felt like the breath of a living thing.
This is one of my books that nobody buys or reads. The title was a silly construction. One day I will put it out with a different title. What the hell…………………
This is the ultimate sixties book – an ‘On the Road’ for the British Underground with all its sex, drugs, dreams and music; those times of crazy people high on life and mad for experience – when anything was possible.
It captures that idealistic naïve impossibility permeated with vitality and careering love and dreams, the wild rush for adventure without a thought for the future because it was going to last forever.
– Seemingly forever changes!
It spans continents as it trips its way through time, space and mind in a mad rush to discover life and experience or die trying.
Now was all there was and it had to burn, burn, burn or it was dead.
In the days of dope and poetry, where the world was ripe for changing, there was a mystical buzz of unity. In the shadow of an establishment that stood for war, prejudice, work, isolation and the rat-race with all its status-seeking power games, racism and slow death signified by getting the lines straight on your lawn, Jack’s cackling laughter and bright eyes, death-defying madness and care-free attitude showed there was an alternative.
Maybe dope was never enough and when we grow up it is time to put aside childish things where they are confined to our dreams and memories. But somewhere out there Jack still lives where it is real.
We did change the world!
I remember the first time I met Jack. Although he was a small guy he filled the room with the exuberance of his soul. He possessed that thin, haunted face with that aura of electricity running through his bones, long blond hair to his waist, blue eyes and the mad laugh of a hyena on amphetamine sulphate; his whole being throbbed with life. As he talked his body and hands were animated with a super abundance of energy – jig-jig-jig, bob, dart and cackle. He was never still. Jack was high on living. Every second counted. You could see those glinty blue eyes were constantly peering into the depths of the universe and sucking meaning out of the mundane. To Jack everything had meaning; everything was alive, and Jack sucked that sense right out of everything and filled himself with it. I watched him from the side of the room with amazement. I had never witnessed anyone so vital. There was madness to it. I was drawn to that madness. He devoured the world and sucked it in until it seemed he would burst with it. He was so full of ideas and visions that he had trouble containing it. It welled up in him and threatened to choke him with its intensity and he just had to let it out or it’d kill him. It burst out in a crazy torrent. He didn’t so much talk to you as spout forth out loud in some ecstasy as his mind raged.
Man, he thrilled to it.
Yet people reeled from it. It was too big for them to handle. They had no answer to it. There was no room for them to get a word in. It cascaded over them like a tsunami of passion and they found themselves floundering in horror. It was too much they desperately tried to escape before they were buried.
All around him people retreated.
Yet Jack was oblivious. For him they did not exist. They were empty vessels, echo chambers, into which he allowed his thoughts to gush just so’s he could see them coming back at him.
They had to be thrilled by it too. They had to see it. It was so wild. It was so real.
You could see it in Jack’s wild evangelical eyes. He wrestled with the entire universe and would grapple it into submission with sheer energy. He was so full of it. He wanted to find out what it was all about and wrest every last moment out of it. He had to know. He had to experience it. He wanted to get to the bottom of everything. He needed to tell you all about it and find out what he knew, what you knew, and how to solve the riddles of all time. Nothing was holy. Everything was holy. Nothing mattered. Everything mattered. Life was a paradox. It was all straightforward. He clutched a battered copy of Bertrand Russell’s ‘History of Western Philosophy’ in his hand and waved it under your nose to emphasise a point. With anybody else it would have been pretentious bullshit but somehow with Jack it was real. The book was thumbed ragged. He quoted from it. He was stimulated by it as if it was a drug. He wrestled with paragraphs and wondered at others. Every page was an epiphany. He was amazed by it.
Surely everyone was as consumed by the wonder of this mad journey? Surely they had to know?
Basking in the sun in the goldilocks zone
Dancing between the stars all on our own.
Uniquely living on a rock that has given us life –
A green haven on which life is rife.
But do we value what we have in this place of wonder?
Or do we continue to destroy, to rape and plunder?
We’re spinning around on a great green ball
That seems to have it all
While for many
It’s too dismal.
Basking in the sun in the goldilocks zone
Dancing between the stars all on our own.
Opher – 10.3.2020
This wondrous planet is quite unique. Out of the zillions of planets in the universe this one is special. It is in precisely the right place with the right conditions.
It has warmth, light and water.
They have combined in this unique manner to create life in abundance.
It might be the only planet in the entire universe to do so.
How special is that?
The synergy of gasses;
The synergy of life –
Expressed in droplets
That glisten in the sun;
A beacon in the universe.
The essence of love.
Every wave that crashes on the shore,
Every stream that trickles,
Every raindrop that falls,
Is an expression of that mystical essence.
For within us all
Lies that iridescence
Of spiritual rainbows,
That flow and sparkle;
Born of a synergy
We are its greatest expression.
Opher – 13.3.2020
Water. The basis of life.
We live on a water world. Two thirds of its surface is covered in seas. Without it we would not be here.
Where did it come from? A combination of two gasses. Probably from comets crashing into us – icy celestial bodies.
We take it for granted. We groan at the cloud and rain. Yet that is what brings life. Without it we cannot live.
The pollution from eight billion lives is altering the climate. Areas are suffering great droughts. People have to move.
They are discovering the problems of trying to live without water. So is the rest of nature.
We do not seem to behave very intelligently.
Wonder of life
Accumulation and compression
Giving light and heat.
Dancing to the beat.
As a universe comes alive
We hear, see and touch:
Spawning life and consciousness
Without which, there isn’t much.
Straight out of the atom –
The substance of life
Pours forth into the cosmos
Until all life is rife.
Opher – 19.12.2019
I sometimes imagine a universe without life, with no eyes to see its stars, no consciousness to wonder at it.
All that majesty, all that might, all that wonder, with nobody to appreciate it.
What a waste that would be.
I cannot help thinking that it is us, all life on earth, that gives the whole universe meaning. Without us there is no-one to ponder, love and glory in its staggering scope and glory.
The universe is a wondrous place. At least we are here to appreciate that.
All is not what it seems
All may not be as it seems
As substance melts
Before the microscope,
As mind impacts on matter.
For all of us,
In two places
At the same time
A central role
Opher – 16.12.2019
I am always amazed by the latest discoveries of science. They are much stranger than fiction, more extraordinary than any religion.
It seems that particles arrive before they leave,
That things can exist in two places at the same time
And energy behaves differently when watched.
Forget Schrodinger’s cat! It’s dead alive!
Perhaps they will find that we shape the universe with our imaginations?