Never Trust an Atom

Life is full of amazing things
After all,
its nothing but moments
moments that we string
into a coherent narrative.

When you feel good
the mental Rolodex spins
to all those elements
with the same categorization.

You look.
You say:
“This, this is nice”.
As you sit there and grin.

When times are grim,
however,
the process is identical
except the results are different.

In many ways the Game doesn’t care
about you, your feelings
or a 8 billion other things.
Dead?
Alive?
Entirely inconsequential
in the grand scheme of things.

And yet
without you
here,
now,
there is nothing.

Ain’t that a trip?

If the root cause of suffering
is attachment, as they said
then the helping hand
which eases us along
must be projection.

Stop and think for a moment:

We invest immense amounts
of energetics
into figments of our imagination
and then act like thats
the real thing.

Truly,
you’ve never even touched an atom.
Forget the rest
just digest this bitter pill
and taste the sweetness within.

You may think you’ve caressed this,
felt that and so many interactions.

None of them happened.
Pure figments of your imagination.
A blind spot filled in
A collective hallucination
or incorrect assumption.

The labels are irrelevant
the facts stand alone, Fred.
Take an atom, for example:

The nucleus is dense.
Its where the action happens.
The rest?
A whole load of nothing.
Well,
apart from those things orbiting.
Each has their own charge,
their own flex,
their own wavelength.

Like people some attract
whilst others are repulsive.

Subatomics are something else
as they wave their particles
and refuse to sit inside
the box labeled:
“Schrödinger’s Kitten”.

Nothing happens till you look at it.
This is how powerful attention is.
Why do you squander it?
Is it due to ignorance?
A lack of Knowledge?
Or because the TV says different?
Probably the same reason
you waste whats at your waist
but thats another tale.

Its all interpretation.

See,
on a purely atomic level
you’ve never touched a thing
but your brain can whip up
such convincing illusions
that you believe them.

Like dreaming.

Imagine if when
you went to bed and rested
each night was a continuing sequence
of events that stretched
from one to the next
with you doing your thing.

Best believe that would be confusing
as to which world was “real” and which
was your personal delusion, yes?

Worse still imagine there was an overlap
a shared resonance
so we dreamed each other as well.

Wouldn’t that be something?

What if thats whats already happening
in a sense
and yet if it clicks
you become schizophrenic
as reality starts to shift and melt
and the weapons are unleashed
against the almost sentient.

Its all about that Rolodex
the one that records your thoughts
deeds and experience
in immense detail then spins
like a VHS being rewound after rental.

The classic near death experience.
Itself a hint about the nature of repetition.

Round and round
round we go.

We build castles in the sky
sign the lease
and move in quick
but no one stops to think
that they’ve never even touched an atom.

The basics are fundamentally repulsing
and yet life is so attractive
that each time you have sex
and sperm meets egg
the big bang kicks in
and another Soul is dragged in
to this Game we’re all playing
but only a few comprehend.

Intent underpins everything
it all happens within consciousness.

There is no divinity outside of Self
but plenty of devilishness within.
The world we built attests to this
and yet people keep on doing what they did
whilst expecting different horses
to run around the same courses.

Know what that is?
Insanity.
Inmates who took over the asylum
and can’t wait to make others like them:
Miserable
and half dead.
Numb to the glory
and majesty within
as their hungry eyes keep roving,
that way and this,
coveting all they can’t possess.

You’ve never felt a thing.
I’m actually smiling as I type this
because its all so ridiculous
that I comprehend why the ineffable
simply doesn’t give an F
about any of this.

A series of incorrect assumptions
projections and confusion
that drape flesh over a skeleton
and then dress it into something
it may never have been.

One thing is for certain, though:

Magnets.
How do they work?
They’re pretty amazing,
don’t you think?
Or
are you too busy Thunking?

Till we meet again