In my daily wanderings around our
neighbourhood I come across homeless people. They remind me of
myself when I wandered our continent in my younger days, although I
usually found a better place to sleep than a concrete sidewalk, and I
never stayed in one place very long. I often sit down for a few
minutes and offer them a smoke and communicate in some fashion which
is sometimes no more than a smile. After sixty years on this earth I
still really have no advice for them or any great desire to give them
any. The people who I remember with most fondness are those who had
no agenda.
I've come to many conjectures about
things. There is no higher power and the universe has no purpose
that I can surmise. Humans have evolved as the top predator on our
little earth and any belief in rights to be here or control anything
are just our survival instincts. Our social values and politicking
has the same significance as that of an ant colony. There is no
reason anyone has to follow any of our customs or rules other than
to survive and live in a way which they are inclined to within the
society they are given, if it is on the fringe then so be it.
I do have a great curiosity about
things. Science is fascinating stuff. I also surmise that our
consciousness works on a level beyond chemicals and electrical
switches which gives us the ability to have soul, and a yet to be
understood 'other' connection with everything. I love satire, and
anyone with an agenda which meanders from my conjectures is a sitting
duck, be it Stevie or ... oh well, Stevie. I really hope humans can
continue to mellow in their adversarial endeavours and learn what
makes our universe tick, and perhaps communicate someday with other
life. I still can't see this as a purpose, but am I getting closer?
My purpose - to infinity and beyond, yes, lost in space.
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