I am seated and ready to type. Bagel in hand, tea at the ready. Another day in the universe? Ya. The U.S. Presidential election is finally only days away. For a brief moment on November 3rd, it will be over, one way or another. The sad thing is that as soon as one cycle closes there, another begins in earnest. Still, If we are extremely lucky, there will be a peaceful transition to another government, the Republican party will be left in disarray and a bit of sanity, rationality will return. That is only a possibility if we are extremely lucky. I am hesitant to believe that any such peaceful transition will occur. Too many people are too angry and too divided, there are too many guns held by the public…etc. I just don’t see peace as an option, now.
That said, there are no guarantees. There are no promises. There are no options. Once we are born into this thing we are now in, we have only the sort of life that is available to us, when it is available. Each has our own way. At any given moment, some will enjoy, some will endure, some will suffer but we will live until we don’t. Life goes on until it doesn’t anymore. It must be true that if there IS, then, there ISN’T. There must be no time, if there is time. The evidence provided so far would indicate that for every beginning, there is an end. For any down, there is an up. For each thing that is old, there is a new thing. For each boy, there is a girl. For each white pussycat, there is black pussycat. Also, and very important, for each polar, yin and yang opposite, there is a grey area between. The grey area is the misunderstood part. The grey area is huge. The grey area is full of hermaphrodites, homosexuals, faith healers, mediums, U.F.O’s, believers in this or that and a ton of things that don’t make sense. Quarks? Quarks with charm? Shroedinger cats? Being in two places at once? Ya.
If Earth and universe began with a big bang, Earth and universe will likely collapse. ‘To everything, there is a season’. At least, I believe that is so. I have seen springs and winters. I have seen laughter, tears. I have seen the live birth of at least four species of creature. I believe I was born, the evidence points to that as fact but I don’t remember it. I believe that I have some time left to live. I believe I will die. I believe we (precious earth and plants and creatures) have some time left before the general collapse. How much time there is before something bad happens or before the general collapse or before the disappearence or before the Rapture…that is uncertain. That such things as collapses and deaths will occur is certain. I have the evidence of my senses. I have felt cold and warm. Mine eyes have seen the ending and the beginning of some creatures and plants and people’s lives. I was witness to the moment my Dad passed into history, I was there when my brother-in-law tipped out of the wheelbarrow, I played Andre Rieu on my mobile phone for my dear mother-in-law as the battery of her consciousness was dying. I also planted five trees this year and took a cutting from my Antherium, successfully.
A look at history shows that we are in the best of times and in the worst of times. Charles Dickens was a very wise man when he spelled that out. We have far-reaching powers, we are frozen and ineffective. There are fewer destructive totalitarian governments, we can travel to other planets, we have marvelous medicines, we live longer than before, we are richer. annnnd…we can, on a whim, destroy the earth – burn it and everything on it to cinders, nearly overnight. We have within our grasp, the ability to change the decaying earth to a paradise or banish paradise forever. We have within our souls, the ability, the capacity to understand and forgive. We are filled with the base human emotions and hates. We can unite, compromise, share. We can ignore, put ourselves before others, oppress. We can bring governments to a more sustainable and civilized level. We can choose Donald Trump. It is possible and impossible. There is a grey area between likely and unlikely where hope lies. Hope lives and breathes with the impossible things. Hope exists with the things that don’t make sense.
Robert On The Air 