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• March 30, 2009 - Long Time Gone

Posted in Daring Forays
OK, sorry, long time gone away, now back I am, oh grasshopper. Many things have happened, many have not. President of a different hue, and possessing a brain he does! But of limited powers he is, my child. Its a different world, but the same - ice caps still melting, polar bears drowning, financial house of cards collapsing, lions and tigers and bears, oh, my. Oh my.

I stand by my original position - only the arts will save us, if not from chaos and extinction, at least from boredom and hubris. Its all about the focus, after all, isn't it? If we all focus on the crumbling logic of our world, crumble it will, because what we choose to focus on is what we call into being. But if we were to focus on creativity, beauty, a more tender regard for one another, what would be called into being then? We won't ever know the answer to that if we don't give it a try, will we?

Hope to be back here regularly, at least for a while. Hope to get a few more folks out there involved in the conversation, as well.

Anyone else feel like waking up?

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Infinite Joke

Who would bind an infinite god,
Build fences of dogma to repel the apostate?
What is written is finite, cannot begin
The task before it without hubris.

Look, darkness glows
No less than light, dark matter
Holds up half the human imagination,
Shines upon hope as well as fear.

In an all-white world, no contrast.
How can anything be discerned?

Look upon this existence and wonder at its purpose –
Can this really be the whole of it?
Is reality truly so narrow? Do dreams
Not matter in the breadth of infinity?

No singular truths, despite the ravings
Of iconoclasts and the righteous.
No solutions that address only one need
Can ever succeed, will always fail.

If god is infinite, what is beneath god’s notice?
If god’s creation issues from perfection,
What of hatred, jealousy, greed, desire?
Perhaps we ask the wrong questions.

In the grand and infinite cosmos that
Holds us so lightly in its embrace,
We are no more than a smudge, a gnat,
An accidental hiccup, leftover
From the original explosion of desire
That issued from god’s heart.

All this struggle for god’s attention,
From behind walls we have built.

God’s laughter, as well, is infinite.

Notty Bumbo