The Purpose Of Life Is To Describe Everything As Though It Had Never Been Before

It was kinda obscene. Well, maybe really obscene. I suppose itís all in the perception, or is it perspective. I seem to get those confused at times. Back to the stuff. I came across it quite by accident in my wanderings, or was it fate that drew me to find it. I always get them confused as well. Anyway, It was soft, warm, squishy, responsive, dynamic, moist. Simply the most decadent, luxurious, sensual, exciting, stuff imaginable.

Well maybe I over exaggerate a bit sometimes. Adding embellishments and gratuities that while accurate are not germane. However, the experience is after all the sum of all. Each element, each component independent yet connected. All this achieved through some reasonably magical process. Well maybe not magical, more like smoke and mirrors than pixie dust. Still, charming in some quaint way. Especially when considering how effective it was.

Everything has a point of some sorts, except for this squishy stuff. It was far to soft to have any exposed points. Yet, when examined closely, it was possible to perceive some point, some essence. But, from my favored perspective it was pointless. Simply pure pleasure, unbridled joy, stimulation yielding energetic response. Exactly pointless for all intents and purposes.

Thatís what made it seem obscene. Pointless pleasure, joy without cause or reason. Stimulation that excited and releasing even more euphoria with every touch and pressure. Each odor and visual, compounding the sense of wanton and delirium. To say it was addicting is too kind. More like essential, necessary. As though a bribe, a bit of candy that belied some yet to be discovered horror. Of course it was just a perception or was it perspective.

At first I wasnít sure what to do or how to behave. Being in such an excited and stimulated state all the time sure made things feel different. No point in anything anywhere. Was this the stuff of gods? This place the playground or laboratory for godís endeavor. Or was it a place condemned, where god might never trod? This stuff some horrid creation or accident sequestered here in isolation. I get so easily confused. But the stuff, well its a gas. A real kick. And this place is not so bad once you get used to the depravity and struggle. Hell, it even has moments of bliss cleverly scattered about.

40 years ago I discovered the lines, the black cables that held things together. Even then, they were beginning to hide them. Who were Ďtheyí or them as most called them? And well perhaps now you can see why I get confused? I suppose the discovery of the cracks would have changed things if there was any point in it. But as I later learned to expect. It was the smoke and mirrors thing. Which lead me to believe that there was a point somewhere, even if negligible. A complete waste of time and space for just pleasure of the most heavenly kind. The opportunity to feel the wonder and awe of being in love with every moment and impulse, every idea and thought, every nuance and difference. A dance with expectation. Set to the rhythm of pulsing and breathing. Amid great oceans of undulating waves. Truly surreal and one of a kind. It was hard not to fall into the day to day routine. Non stop happenings, spinning a story of who I am. Or was I?

Iíve often wondered why. Never expecting to understand the answer. But still curious. Life is some really incredible stuff. It is unimaginable that somehow by selecting the proper chemicals and assembling them in precise ways this stuff should arise. Becoming more defined, clarified, more distinct. A bit of raw energy contained in a fleshy vessel. Constrained in space and time to animate the stuff. The bodies and form. Tendrils, appendages of the glowing, warm, moist, throbbing, essence. The obscene and decadent stuff called life.

I kinda like it here. Passion and love, joy and even sorrow, seemingly infinite ways to express and dance. And best of all, a place where it is possible to believe that god might exist. Lacking a visible point, there is absolutely no direct evidence of god. And amazingly, in the land of human, it is possible to imagine anything. Including a reality without a god.

Well, Itís getting late and I have exhausted the metaphor reservoir for today. But having a bit of time to end in rhyme. Seemed apropos in some strange and twisted way. Were it not for all the wonder. Who would stay just to play in pleasure and summer.

In this palace of wonder, I can not seem to shake the feeling that this place is really a confinement cell. Or a place of meditation, where horror also grows. It really is quite awesome to watch both sides of the mirror. A superimposition of states, equally valid until perceived.

In this forest when a tree falls the gravity waves spread out until everything and everyone knows/feels/hears. Did life grow to its size or is it only able to manifest like it is? The waves like wispy smoke, so faint that no one sees. Giant collections of atoms and molecules, ensconced in cells. Connected to one another in such clever but simple ways, building everything needed to sustain these forms filled with water and collections of organs. The ultimate chemical cocktail.. A symbiotic arrangement. A device to consume and convert matter into energy and waste. In the most obscene and decadent way. Standing in front of the mirror to admire each new arrangement. Generally oblivious to the notion that a mirror has two sides.


Visit  our other art, mystic, spiritual, metaphysical, and informational sites
Our opinion site †-----> Influence and
Our art site  -----> Surreal Digital
Our personal site -----> Tom and
Our writing¬†site -------> Eloquent Insanity™.com
Our political site ----->As I
Our web creep site -----> Mediocre Genius™.com
A homage to the site that began it all in 1996
Our religion and near death experience site -----> The LightWay™.org
The original art, music, writing¬†site -----> Flicker Light™.org

Designed, maintained, and managed by Tom and Susan
Webmasters, artists, musicians, writers,
philosophers, and both harmlessly crazy

Copyright © 2007 Flicker Light™ Studio. All rights reserved.