“…will look up and shout ‘save us!'”

"and I’ll whisper ‘no.’"

 -Watchmen

  Lost in the stream again.  Nothing is like people think it is.  Life is not like one hopes.  Neither is religion.  The lives every person walking around.  The structure is built upon keeping away the darkness.  But the dark lives next to the light.  There is something in the darkness.  Essential to the existance of life.  The darkness is pushed away.  Life is not what it is supposed to be.  Supposed to be is not what’s its supposed to be.  The flow of music is like drowning in waves of oblivion or bliss.  Could be either one just as the flow of life.  The coin spins and the waters flow ever on.  A coin for Kharon.  Heaven is a contridiction.  It is Brahman but one comforts themself that it is not.  Where is Valholl, how does one get there in the world of today.  Something more there.  Honor him they say.  Who listens.  I sit alone.  See the world in ways that others don’t.  Draw energy from the sun, but cannot look at it.  Sunglasses shade my waking day and make it bearable. No sunglasses to make seeing the world bearable. Needs to be something more.  Its not there.  Its in silver, in a screen, a place far away, far into the future and a long time ago.  A long, long time ago and there once was.  Was something. I think about it every day.