Excerpt from Active Spikes: Beyond Life and Death Lies the Truth
My parent use to tell me that beneath our feet rested every moment that ever was, every life that ever roamed, every event that ever occurred. Our planet, a closed system that recycles every molecule and remembers-everything.
I use to think my parents were as freaky as they came.
Even now, I tread across this dirt and feel it give beneath my feet but not just to my weight, I feel it giving up secrets. Each blade of grass and it’s soft bed wavering with battles, emotions, thoughts, and blends of moments stretching as far back as time permitted. From primordial pools to whitewash fences, it’s all there and I feel it all.
Now, who is the freak.
Excerpt from the PDF:
That all we are a series of right or left turns on some road we can’t afford to pave, that has no markers, no off ramps and fades into some distant invisible horizon. Life’s choice become more than mundane they become muted and predictable. The duality of our lives as both dreamer and driver leaves us most often wanting and least likely pleased.
Imagine, since the dawn of our ancestors, roaming the savannahs and traipsing through the field of flowing grass, a world beset by the sparkle of light in the night sky. It was been there since before creatures moved upon the land, since before the rise of the planet itself. We would stared longingly into the field and wonder, consider, and imagine the curtain that surrounded our tiny pile of dirt. Even before we understood the mechanics of heavenly bodies, before we peer into the veil of both the microscopic and macroscopic universes we were looking up trying to peer into the dark towards those distant stars and asking two mountainous question: why are we here and where do we come from.