Relieve me of this comfort, derived in darkness. Free me of tradition. Kick the pedestal out from underneath me,
And this race of lost minds. Bathe me in the light of dying stars. Cover me with the chaos of the cosmos. Bare me down to a naked mind. Strip me of self-absorption, fear and following. Face me to the challenge against my biases. Measure me among the mice, the fish, the microbes. Toss me into a sea of unfamiliar faces. Plant me in the soil,
Among unfathomable layers of time. Wake me up from fantasy, And inspire me to question.
Cover me in reality. Tuck me back in underneath the magnetic, flaring stars.
In that vast stretch of darkness,
I was a possibility.
A probability of genes.
It is not that twenty-three-year-old me
My current and future thoughts,
The successful genes
Of my human and animal ancestors
Randomly shuffled into place,
Into my species current moment
On the timescale.
Ready to learn to crawl
And soon stand
Through this brief
Experience of life.
Awakened cosmic chemistry.
Subject to all influences,
Sharp and soft objects
Received by my senses.
Crying in pain,
Laughing in happiness.
Building a story
And a forever growing character
To call myself.
And coincidental happenings,
Landing favorable to my existence,
Shaping the information
In my mind
And my thoughts,
Ultimately influencing my behavior
For the duration of my life,
As a conscious carrier of ancient genes.
My perception of the world, Myself,
My experiences of attachment,
Human knowledge and technology,
They have brought me
To this current moment
Of my conscious self.
To think deeply
About such things
As well as understand them,
Is what I have found to be
The only way
To work through
Image of the world,
Through truly limited human senses.
It sets selfish desires
And emotions aside.
It is a way
To step outside of fear
And into our grown-up pants.
And will always,
It destroys bad ideas,
Born in intellectual darkness and superstition
Throughout our early centuries.
This is it.
In this current place in time,
Surrounded by dark oceans,
Full of water-breathing-life,
Countless millions of species of insects,
Animals of the sea and land,
Growing to sizes
Embraced by the ancient dinosaurs.
Witnessing it here,
From the rock
That birthed it all.
Realizing the chemical connection
Of all things.
I cannot fathom
A way to see the world
In a more exceedingly beautiful light,
Of what our interrogation of the universe
Has shared with us.
I cannot bring myself
To fall back
Into unenlightened fear
And self-obsessed driven hopes.
I will not entertain
The sad human desire
To live and die
Above all other living organisms.
So come quietness again,
As it will.
Are you not
By the human ability to prolong life, Reduce suffering, Rid disease, Invent and innovate, At the sight of a brighter potential? An enlightened existence. Moved
By the objective truth that all blooming and dying life, Plants, dirt, microbes, Are family, Born of Earth, From explosive,
Dying stars, Rich in ingredients With the potential of falling together And creating life? Is it not enough? Is the unfathomable stretch of time and existence, For which your mind was not present, Not awe inspiring? Does it not rid you of fear, And stir a humbling in your consciousness? Will you not embrace this brief experience of what it is to be alive, Flooding in through your senses, With a mindful welcoming, An enthused understanding, And true respect? Will you not stare in wonder at this world Just a little bit more?
I love you my human,
My curious, result of cosmic chemistry.
I adore your hands and your thoughts,
Your breath and your veins.
Your eyes, guided by dark lashes,
Receiving the world.
Looking into the true mirror.
This is what you are,
And this is where you came from.
Just like me.
HELLO, LITTLE EARTH
Hello, little Earth And your little waking and sleeping blooms. Starting small, Growing long. Basking in the light of the star that lifted you from your roots. Floating as particles of dust in the cosmos. Leaving fading footprints in the mud. Growing tired,
Growing small. Returning deep Into the soil. Seeding, again, The mother that birthed you. Until illuminated, Orangish skies overcome you, Until supernova Returns you home,
Hello, Little Earth.
NEVER TO RETURN
You will not find me
Lost under this blanket of stars,
At my knees
To the vast reaching corners of the cosmos.
As if one
Louder than billions.
You will not see me
Illuminates the doors of waiting time.
For my phantoms,
In the shadows of early centuries,
Are quiet as falling dust.
Was my desire
Is a dawn
Are my thoughts.
Is my mind.
And I wish never
S E E D S
There is a chance given to each of us, who stumbles across the eloquently worded and arranged thoughts of those who have taken the time to scribble them down; every time one of these uniquely-minded humans marks a tangible record of appreciation for nature of reality, some curious unknown descendant stands a chance at discovering the beauty of science. That particular moment in time is weaved into the writing and awaits perhaps the next century of descendants, to live again, as seeds in the minds of those that seek a more mindful humanity. Born, are brilliant, rational, human ideas, superseding millennia of superstitious hindering.
"Nothing expands the mind like the expanding Universe. The music of the spheres is a nursery rhyme, a jingle to set against the majestic chords of the Symphonie Galactica. Changing the metaphor and the dimension, the dusts of centuries, the mists of what we presume to call "ancient" history, are soon blown off by the steady, eroding winds of geological ages."
- FROM RICHARD DAWKINS AFTERWARD: LAWRENCE KRAUSS "A UNIVERSE FROM NOTHING"
"The most beautiful emotion we can experience is the mystical. It is the power of all true art and science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead. To know that what is impenetrable to us really exists, manifesting itself as the highest wisdom and the most radiant beauty, which our dull faculties can comprehend only in their most primitive forms--this knowledge, this feeling, is at the center of true religiousness. In this sense, and in this sense only, I belong to the rank of devoutly religious men."
- FROM ALBERT EINSTEIN "LIVING PHILOSOPHIES"
"The surface of the Earth is the shore of the cosmic ocean. From it we have learned most of what we know. Recently, we have waded a little out to sea, enough to dampen our toes or, at most, wet our ankles. The water seems inviting. The ocean calls. Some part of our being knows this is from where we came. We long to return."
- FROM CARL SAGAN "COSMOS"
"The ultimate arbiter of truth is experiment, not the comfort one derives from one's a priori beliefs, nor the beauty or elegance one ascribes to one's theoretical models."
- FROM LAWRENCE KRAUSS "A UNIVERSE FROM NOTHING"
"The known is finite, the unknown is infinite; intellectually we stand on an islet in the midst of an illimitable ocean of inexplicability. Our business in every generation is to reclaim a little more land."
- FROM T.H. HUXLEY
"The scientific quest itself, the quest to understand, the quest to analyze, the quest to know why we're here. The quest to know what the universe is all about. That is a noble, aesthetically wonderful quest and it's what I've devoted my life to."
- RICHARD DAWKINS
THE STRUGGLE TO REASON
It is a deep and hindering struggle for humankind. Because it means this is it. It means that in a moment, this feeling of what it is to exist and to be conscious and to feel everything that is good and warm and comforting, is gone. And the world exists as it did before you were born. Without your consciousness of it. And with this- every moment that you are inhaling and exhaling the nitrogen and oxygen of the existing creatures of the Earth as well as that of your ancestors, has incredible value. You are not important, beyond natural survival. You don't have a given purpose. It is up to you only, to make your own. It is just as great a 'miracle' of higher power to die tragically of a parasitic disease as it is to have happened to be at the right place at the right time, in any large or small instance favorable to your life. We are lucky creatures. Of no more supernatural importance than that of every large and microscopic living organism made up of the same elements as our dominating species. We stand on equal ground, with respect to nature and its evolution, within billions of years- of billions of creatures, small and large, physically 'beautiful' and others what we humans have commonly deemed 'disgusting' or 'slimy,' all made up of the same basic ingredients. Time is in the layers of the earth. And the rise of our species is now, brief within it. We are fortunate to be here and we are even more fortunate to possess the capability to understand and further discover how. It is with the same method of understanding the natural world that we are capable of saving our own lives and the lives of other animals. And that we are able to use a GPS to navigate the Earth. It is with this same method of understanding that we are able to make a cup of coffee. We forget this. Some of us fail to ever realize it. We all too often hold the socially glorified and pretentious position that WE, individually, are chosen to be saved from death and blessed beyond measure above those that suffer greatly for the most part of their existence. So it means that we decide what we are as conscious, moral humans. That our scientists and engineers are rightfully responsible for our advancements and the saving of lives. That we should ultimately embrace every good-natured creature we cross paths with on the journey. That we are deeply connected, rooted, in the Earth that we inhabit. And the closely and distantly related animals we choose for food and for companionship. That we are responsible for our actions and non-actions. That we have every reason to further understand and discover. It means we are lucky. And we need not waste a minute of existence.
To feel happiness, You do not need to live above others, human and nonhuman animals. You do not need to embrace and uphold ideas rooted in human narcissism. It is unnecessary for us to continue to deceive ourselves. And it is time, that we embrace an enthusiasm for seeking the reality beyond our senses and hallucinations. Beyond instinctive selfishness. You are fortunate to exist in a later time in human history, where skeptically interrogating the universe, asking questions about the nature of reality- has led to the technology in your hands, Interacting with and enabling just about every aspect of your lives. This is a truth that is acceptably overlooked in this curious time. Where science enables our society, economy, well being and leisurely pleasures, Not just partly, but entirely... And few care to understand science. Open the rusted, fogged windows of your mind. Kick the door down. Destroy the wall. Get out and explore reality before you're, frankly, too dead to do so. Here, we experience undiluted reality. Happiness. Life.
STANDING WITNESS TO REGRESSIVE THINKING
This is us.
Here, in the twenty-first century,
Among human-made spacecraft
Completing the stretch of seven-plus billion kilometers
Across our solar system,
To the outermost known rock
That entangled the imagination of our species
Now ten years ago.
Among the most incredible life-saving innovations
In human history.
Among this species of ours,
To live equally with one another.
Taking on millennia of misinformation and superstitious thinking.
Millennia of bad human ideas.
Here we are.
Among the best of man
And among the worst of man.
Enriched in knowledge,
Hindered by the gods and the demons
Of our earliest thinking ancestors' imaginations-
Subject to question.
Some, crumbling under our skeptical interrogation of reality.
The method of reasoning that has enlightened this growing species
On the laws of this universe,
That humankind has so blindly inhabited
For hundreds of thousands of years.
We stand here,
On the timeline of human history
When we might begin to ask greater questions
Without fear of slaughter.
Fear that kept freethinkers before us
Quiet in their thoughts.
We stand here,
In the warming dawn of reason.
Let us be loud.
Two science-geeky females in their early twenties are keeping the record.