Here and Now

Here and now, again. The stars rise, and I am at peace with that. There is not time in a day to do everything that we need to get done. We are here, we come into this sphere for a purpose, and then we depart. And so what will we have learned? And where will we go with it? These are urgent questions, since what we do here and now may have long-lasting, far-reaching importance to the future of not only ourselves, but to the race, and the earth.

Does the here and now hold the keys to discovery and life itself? Does what we do in the here and now, THIS here and now, affect everything in one form or another? Isn't everything connected? Aren't we learning that? Over and over again? What is the choice that we see before us? To continue to live, or... die?

Concrete objects. Actual facts. Important, ongoing conflicts. The essence of drama. To compose a real script with movement as its meaning. And to become the only one any longer making sense to non-sense.

I think the purpose of writing is to discover truth, to clear the mind through the force of thought, and to communicate clarity and truth to others. It is also to entertain and to create. Discovery and creation are close cousins.

So, in writing, I'm looking to burn away the unnecessary and uncover or create the necessary communication. And words are, really, the most glorious tools, along with numbers, which serve a different but equal and necessary function.

Until the next entry, then. The light remains for everyone to use. Seek it, grasp it, and create using its source and intelligence.