I've been looking through the Hubble; so, I'll make this terse account. I've wandered distant galaxies, traveled time ... I've been about. I've been going where we all can go; the kingdom's here at hand, too, it just may be we breath upon concrescence — understand?
It's larger than we could have thought —expanding as we speak— its edge beyond the limits of the places we can seek. It just goes on and on in this ...glorious... expanse — swirling frozen fire kissing prepossessing chance.
It doesn't stop with rainbows, but descends to infra-red; its paint then ultra-violet, on to x-rays (yes!), instead! It's pressures are incredible, and then pressure's less than mist — you'd be shredded to your neutrons, friend, or say you'd just been kissed...
In that space and time and distance? There are persons being born. Why, with just one race per galaxy, there are thousands, billions — more! See? Thus contrives the multi-verse! ...We're what it, then, makes up: To provide for insight on itself ! ...Drink deeply from that cup.
It is good... and passing bad, or indifferent, then, as hell! It wallows in the foulest slimes; or, it's ringing sterile bells. Sometimes it is a blessing! Sometimes it is a curse... it could be said it's much like us. That's for better. That's for worse.
We have a million neighbors, then; we've never been alone. Some wait outside the *front doors* of our squalid little homes. Some wait with plates of *brownies*, and some others wait *without*. Some wonder when we'll open doors... and bravely walk on out!
They wonder why we linger when the truth ... it must be plain. We must come out! Like whitewash runs from fences in the rain.
...And we'll all feel so damned foolish, and we'll hang our heads in sorrow... that we wasted all this precious time denying our tomorrows.
I've been looking through the Hubble and it's hard to get excited with the struggle and travail of human beings. I've just come back from timelessness... all spaciousness —vast distances— no "common sense" conceives it in its dreams.
I've wandered where the black holes and the super novas are, so I can't arouse for ignorant decay. We come across so petty — so unworthy of reflection, we're a race bereft of what would save our day.
And remember, fellow humans, when the *others* do appear, how we spent our time and effort here on Earth. Did we short-sheet our own brothers; did we denigrate our sisters just to keep a spot we covet near some "hearth."
We thought we had our reasons: they weren't the proper faith ... their color was objectionable ( we have this thing with race). ...The other side in "proper towns ... they didn't speak your language ... the sex is too disturbing ... they used a different bandwidth? They "didn't have no schoolin' " ... they "weren't as blessed as me" ... they were from another country, and, "by rights," were bad... you see?
Well — all that's pretty laughable when we wake up to some truth. All our petty little bigotries just dissolve and fall from view. Cop, at last, reality... that we never were alone? Embarrassment shades cheeks bright red, but shame goes to the bone.
- *Bill O'Reilly, Rush Limbaugh, and Dr. Laura... et egregious al...or...what can happen to you when too many people hear you on the radio or TV... power corrupts, absolute power... absolutely! How does one keep their head? To start: you don't believe the good reports about you, only be thankful for them. If you're sincere you have to pay some attention to the negative criticism...
- Oh... add the "well meaning" tea-baggers? These seemingly contrive for a complete discredit of Christianity's institution, an institution forever "advantaged" by busy sociopaths and misogynists, anyway... ...but the aforementioned teas-baggers... ...make the discredit complete and worse, actually... ...Worse than fundamentalist suicide-bombing Islam!
- See, government controlled by religion —Theocracy— is what you court with these tea-baggers, legislated morality: an authoritarian theocracy of the most turgid and smothering dogma-worship imaginable. Real bug-in-the-ass up-tightsmanship of a heavy, come-right-in-your-bedroom, caliber. How's all that working out for the Arabs, anyway... ...proof of the cognitive infidelity of a "tea-bagged Pal-beckian" initiative because we all have a clear audit-trail of the consequences of that wing-nut initiative, overseas!
- Yes, then Christianity would be worse, you see, because their boosters have a ready example of a theocracy to appreciate in the news —such as it is— every day. Islam remains the child of Christianity, and the child the father to the man...
- Consider the potentials of President's and Popes. The former is a spiritless-sock-puppet for inhuman and corrosively applied corporate interests unethically imposed as "fair and square." These interests unabashedly and disingenuously use religion, shamelessly, on a wide, diligently uninformed, and trusting base... ...Use religion as a manipulative and unethical control mechanism, reader, so as to relieve that "base" of, not just their cash, but their birthrights, their civil-rights and their rights to satisfaction and self-respect! But. I. Sugarcoat.
- I'll know a tree by the fruit it produces, Sir and Madam.
- The latter? He is much of the preceding. Plus... traditionally? Why, He protects the interests of pederasts and pedophiles in an unnaturally if allegedly celibate priesthood...reader... ...from that "trusting" base.
- Yea and verily, and I say unto ye, my ufological brethren! [g]. Hey, keep one hand on your wallet and the other over your posterior pore, reader. Be sensitive to unwarranted activity in either of those two locales...
- Restore John Ford.