Two to the Power

Human love.
Of all matters that are human,
The substance of living is love.
Is it in residence?
Not too sure?
Then look into your heart.
If you find someone,
Someone special
Who is not you,
You are alive, because you have love.
This is the hidden figure of life.
It is not in X or Y,
It is to the power of two.
It  is within your shell,
Inhabiting
At the source of the mind.
The source of you.
©️2019-20 Christopher Thompson
All rights reserved.

Inspirational

This is me at home thinking about some ideas. Honestly.

HISTORICAL NOT HYSTERICAL

Is it due to the immediacy of the touch screen and the ephemeral nature of modern communications which so concentrates the moment? There is, so it seems, little which has the power to distract. Palm up, neck bent, finding, covering, finding conferring, searching; but for what? Even a child in a stroller is insufficient to draw its mothers attention from her screen. The ease of communication is dissolving it’s very value. Effortless eyeball and digital retrieval of a plethora of information means there is little incentive for retention. There is a sequence of instant messaging and inconsequential reaction which precludes the absorbing of meaning. This in turn results in a lack of understanding. Now as understanding is a primary driver of discovery and learning the resulting outcome is widespread ignorance.

It is a somewhat frustrating tendency of some modern thinkers and communicators, even bloggers, to draw conclusion without reference to, or knowledge of recent social history. Frustrating for the observer of such fundamental gaps in comprehending what has gone before. In an era of repetitive hollow sloganeering it would be amusing to witness the empty echoey clanging of rhetoric from these so called enlightened ones, if the stakes were not so high. It may be worthy enough to desire equality of life. It is however dangerous folly to be empassioned of a cause which, in ignorance and delusion, one advances as if to be trail blazing. The truth I’d venture to suggest is that there is very little new thinking, however much it is felt, that the times are changing. This isn’t to say society is in a state of stasis. Far from it, society is by nature organic and dynamic. The mistake resides in the belief that social change can in some way be successfully Engineered. Unfortunately, as in the discovery of the delights of sex, ideas of radical social reform are among the horizons that young people are mistaken in their view that their role is something of that of the pioneer. Almost all reforms, systems or revolutions have already been actioned. Recent history of the twentieth century alone illustrates the point. There are few successes which have resulted in benefits for the masses. Revolution brings not change but a return to the starting point. Advancement is achieved not by revolving but by incremental linear improvement to a persons social condition. As yet the concept of mutual trade has not been made redundant. It is therefore by exchange the individual finds the means to meet the needs of living. Unfortunately not all exchamge is of equal value. Achieving equilibrium at this level is where the true challenge for society is to be found.

(C)2018 Christopher Thompson

Event Horizon – revision v0.2

Here is a hand drawn lifetime
Which I hold up to the light,
Just as it appears in reality.

It looks too much like
A troubled, drawn, mess.
Which beggars belief.

A torn strip of a B existences, 
Drudged in the gloopy syrup of time,
Slow and secluded, styled and misled.

Deceived and deluded
Dumb and derided.
It is a simple, singular blip in universal time.

As the three arrows pointed out,
Insignificant, as this life is,
Most don't even make it to an event horizon.

And the case for a Timescape?
And the case for a Singularity?
And the Event Horizon?

© 2018 Christopher Thompson  All rights reserved

Handed

Everyone is handed a sentence,
Most trigger guard it,
With shallow words instead.

For all of their lives
It is held close to their chest.
Never intending to use it,

Because it is too powerful,
Because It exposes the Soul.

Who but the fool
Would willingly do that?
So most keep it hidden.

Protection is easy,
Expression is hard.

And the sentence?
Look down,
It is there.

It says;
"I love you 
with all of my heart".

(c) 2018. Christopher Thompson

A Captain Speaks

As a bit stream,
Into which river would you flow
If given the choice?
All is ahead, it is all there for you
Yet to be discovered.

You have motion and you dreams.
You burble some times with love.
And the restlessness of youth
Drives the conviction
That You alone hold the power of the future.

You concentrate in droves
And Placard your demands for change, 
And march with a stupor.
You refuse to revisit our past,
Having no time for history.
How will you learn?

We offer ample time to be understood,
But the precious wisdom
Is not accessed, not even a byte.
Afterall who can look up the future?
Who would dare?

Our engine shares with all
Because of life.
It speaks and will listen to all
Because of life
It will forgo for all
Because of its own imminent death.

There are a myriad reasons
To fear the past,
It haunts in the chromosomes,
It leaches from the skin.
It forgets nothing.

And the time table of truth
Tests the water in which all drown.

There is nothing as unsure
As the certainty of youth.
Life is total or nothing.
But the ransom of worthiness
Is written in the hearts of people.

And the Captain recalls everything
As the ship is sucked under.
That the avoidable plot line
Was too rich for the young.
Too sweet and too sickening.

Whilst the tables had been turned.
Unfortunately,
The Baton too was dropped.
And as the Delta is approached,
The dead dangle.

© 2018 Christopher Thompson. All rights reserved