Thursday, August 26, 2010

the space

There is a space in my heart, it remains empty.
There is a space in my bed, it remains empty.
There is a space around me.

Sometimes the simplest things are all that we search, yet, meloncholy it comes, does it come to all humans, what do we search. Yet if one day i meet him, i will ask so what came before you.

The universe so wide across our brains cannot comprehend, other intelligent life we have never seen it, met it, so short our lives and we leave a few short words that we hope someone in the future may read, someone may find the answers.

I imagine him some far off man thinking on the solutions, perhaps finally grasping and the laughing and going fuck if i understand that, you stupid fucking computer can you explain that a bit more simply. The computer goes it is the meaning of life you piece of shit of course it is fucking complicated humans inferior beings.

The Next Belief System

So as ever more clutter this little planet, as the floods surround us as the bomb proliferates we must again return to the subject that has tormented man ever since he first began to communicate. What must we believe in?

So now people look to prophets that haven't lived in a millennium that i cannot mock, i cannot draw some of them, others say that we should rid ourselves of religion, yet, yet i look upon the world and know something very simple. We must believe in something, in the modern world that we don't understand, in the world which seems so confusing what must man believe in, i wonder, i wonder, i wonder.

So the Greeks as they cluttered around Athens and built the foundation for the modern and Arabic world, those men those scribes, who were they, who were they that passed the knowledge on for a millennia, please someone write a book, a film for the scribes who passed on the knowledge. You believed in so much, in so little my Greek fathers what must we believe in? Confucius, so you influenced the Chinese, ma, god. Those that believe in the deity can never answer one question which is if there is a god what came first? How did he originate?

So the bomb will come again, it is the way of the world we use technology we always will. Who will drop the next bomb, my blood runs a little colder in my veins as i think. The men sitting in the mine now, as they drill down, life is so cruel, what meaning do we search for, we need a new belief system what should it be?

For that I must think.