Is it that time doesn’t pass? It just is? Does time just sit on zero? Is it that change is the thing that moves, and change is the thing we measure? The blooming of a flower or the exhaling of breath? Is time’s only function to allow things to exist?

Is time like a fountain and everything floats like beach ball at its top?

like a fence

Is it that this very question is in the real yet imaginary world of language? Is language the tool that helps a being to dream up an identity?

And is it important that perhaps almost all of us identities everywhere agree on one basic point which is that language is not a bad thing? Is language a tool like a fence is a tool?

Should I shout out Long Live Language and wonder what’s all the fuss about or do I mean fence?


taking the credit

Do I crave
and yet fear the
experience that will kill me?
Or is it my own lie that I’ll be killed off?

Is it that knowledge does not kill but hypnotizes
me by my weaving it into my
supporting web?

Is my trick
I protect myself
by proclaiming the idea my identity
may be murdered by some silly
attempt at bonding with

Am I
addicted to
all or nothing thinking?
Is black and white
my main

Is the
ultimate approach not
through meaning but presence
and work in the giant context where meaning grows?

Can the gaps in knowledge be penetrated to experience
the unspeakable with zero
harm to me?

Do I judge out of habit and live to classify? Do I automatically
do these two things with every sense
within me but
with me

the credit for
these abilities? Is it that

I’m so good at taking credit I’ve
survived in whatever
state until now?


It’s been said the purpose of science is to advance our knowledge. If so, how is this done? Is it necessary that one must live with uncertainty? Is it fun to live with doubt and not knowing for sure about a multitude of things?

Is it that knowledge that is uncovered or created by a new process or understanding will probably be covered back over or be forgotten at some time in the future? Is this a reason for celebration?

Is it easy or natural for one to be excited about being in the scientific world of not knowing for sure? Is this the only way a scientist can work? Is not being able to know for sure an interesting place to be, where there’s a great number of things to explore that are not resolved and many more that probably will never be? Are new and important things to explore being noticed and noted all the time?

Can one get accustomed to doubt? Can one look forward to it? Is it that being on the unsharpened edge of things an exciting and complicated place to be? Is almost everything up for grabs?

Once a person is living with and using doubt and the knowledge that many current beliefs will be overwritten by different beliefs in the future, can he or she leave this way of living and thinking alone?

What is the future of the brick-like state of sureness found in political and religious thinking? How will those two stand up against the erratic but flowing states of science, art, literature, history, and philosophy?

the go-to thing

Is life itself with its powerful creativity
and awareness the soul of the human animal?

If so, does my soul provide for me even after death?
Do I, the identity, cease to be when my ride dies?

What is the go-to thing that can provide support
for the troubles of a complex dream?

Is this need for assistance the crown which builds up
religious beliefs as its support in the form of the promise
of an eternal life of happy satisfaction and enjoyment?