I’m not normal. Never was. I’ve always been peculiar in unique, ways. That’s part of the charm, or the problem. It is what makes this second right now so appealing. It used to be the pursuit of happiness; now it’s the big getaway. The great escape from reality. No need for universal truths. Permanent vacations and botched travel plans. We can all be the heroes. Or zeroes. It’s a lot to choose between sooner than later. A nod to Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars. Mickey Mouse and the Oscar Mayer mobile. Hot dogs and a cartoon mouse. What the hell was that all about, anyway? Masters of our own destiny. Rulers of the universe. Charlatans of the world unite. Grab your guns. Bottom feeders of the earth eat the leftover planet, treading heavily on the psyche’s buffet. Step on a bug and squish it. Bad karma meets Déjà vu. You can’t get there from here. From the self-proclaimed world’s richest man, who isn’t as rich anymore, to the unanimous winner of the reviled most hated man in the world category, there’s no chance for choice. Our day will come.
Buy and sell your mortal soul; pray to the devil your evil deeds to keep. Trade and barter in the name of progress. Only you believe in that sort of stuff. The forgone conclusions of yesterday and all the tomorrows yet to come. There’s nothing but today for your troubles. Seekers of happiness, finding joy and peace in their hearts. It’s an old story. Some say it’s a tradition. Handed down from the scripture, texts, and teachings of the Holy Word. The battlefield of good versus bad, gray areas in the middle-of-nowhere trenches and foxholes. Stuck in the thick of the thing that warfare’s history omitted. Be it Buddhist, Hindu, Muslim, Hebrew, or Christian doctrines adhering to a particular faith and belief system. Killing’s unacceptable, murder for a patriotic cause. Love thy neighbor bullshit. The proof is in the living language of the moment. It’s perfectly here and there and everywhere else at once. Don’t kill it with love or negative romance in empty words of truce and ceasefire. We murder for profit, land, limitless wealth, or just for the hell of it.
Humankind wallows in the primordial ooze, kneeling at the altar of the universe, the pure, perfect essence of ephemeral ethereal cosmic waves of energy in everything that exists or has existed. It can never extinguish. The three states of consciousness—waking, dreaming, and REM deep sleep eye movement is always in motion. It’s possible to sleep with eyes wide open. Even when perfectly still, there are vibrations in waves of conscious light and sound. Visions of life untethered. Who can say which is better or worse for you? Nobody knows what or why this occurs.
There are days past and days to remember that the dream can’t last. You lived a billion lives before birth and a billion lives after death. I can’t say for certain what happened or will happen in your life before you were born or after you lose on that physical plane. The place of no tomorrows and yesterday’s regret. It doesn’t matter either way. Here now and gone later. If you could decant time and make a fine wine, you could theoretically stay drunk for a lifetime.
No solid rules about existing in the solitary confinement of mere seconds given to flight of fancy. That is all you can do, working with everything you have and all you need to know. There’s never enough time in the day. Life gets in the way of living. One day at a time, sweet Jesus. A daydream believer. A day without sunshine. The day the earth stood still. Daylight savings time will not save you any time soon. A day in the life of a dreamer. A day that will live in infamy. Day drinking the night away. It was a day to remember. Salad days, glory days, those hazy, crazy lazy days of your life at your movie. A rerun with no intermission, no beginning and no end.