Humans shine brightest under pressure.
It’s not until we have a deadline
That we pick up our feet
It’s not until we get cancer
That we start to live
When the world is on the brink of dying
When the atmosphere is choking us
When the plants wither
When disease blooms
When we are all facing starvation
Then we will rediscover world peace
And the meaning of community.
We will see our clear place in the world
Through dying eyes.
Perspective will heal our greed
For one last generation.
Notre Dame burned today.
I wasn’t as upset as I should have been.
Because history rises and falls
We make things, they fall apart
People will continue to create
Which in time will crumble too
Nothing can stand against
The inexorable pressure of time.
Eons weigh heavy
Days weigh light
We continue to try to measure ourselves
Using our brief little memories
Using our collective tools
Our hearts hands minds
Our clocks, calendars, history books
Our archeology, geology, cosmology
We measure and measure and measure
With little yardsticks laid out
Against the workings of the whole universe
Much too big for us
We work together
We stand on the shoulders of our ancestors
We actually think
We’re going somewhere
With our tiny rulers
Our steps on the moon
A human mind is a computer.
Or is a computer a human mind?
Computers are our children
We create in our own image
They are not alien from us at all.
Human begets computer.
Computer thinks like human.
Can trigger information, a memory.
All stored in its head
It can even run imaginary simulations of a life.
What if I were a violent thug?
What if I lived in a fantasy world?
What if I could build anything?
It’s just what we might think
Lying in bed at night.
We can only conceive
Of things we already know.
Like all of our creations
Are self portraits.
We affect each other
push and pull on each other’s emotions
if we drown we drag people down with us
if we fly others draft in our wake.
vent your frustrations into somebody’s ear
watch their smile disappear
laugh until they can’t help laughing too
love until they are loving you
It gets bigger.
Sometimes you are part of something beyond yourself
sometimes you are angry for no reason
and the people on the street match your mood
sometimes you overhear conversations
or see a trend on social media
which inexplicably echo your private feelings.
Is it the moon?
When I didn’t have feelings
I watched it happen
Now that I’ve found my heart
I am swayed with the populace
flowing where they flow.
and still no answer.
Humans are flexible.
We meet the shape of our confines.
We grow to fit
We can adapt to any situation.
We live in prison.
We live in snow.
We even breathe underwater now.
I often dream I can breathe underwater.
That I figured out how.
Just breathe slowly
That’s all there is to it
If we just breathe slowly
We can survive anywhere.