How Did It Come To This…?
“There now ensued a series of incidents which transported me to the opposite extremes of ecstasy and horror; incidents which I tremble to recall and dare not seek to interpret” – H. P. Lovecraft.
What a difference a day makes…
The news hit us, as abrupt and painful as a punch to the face. Hell, for although we live in a heavenly spot on the other side of the word, life, at the mo, is FAR from cosy.
Much as mentions of the lovely Mrs. B always graces these Posts, here is not the time or place to elucidate the nature of our present ordeals. Certainly, there are plenty of bloggers who reveal all their problems and suchlike – thus inadvertently making for some rather uncomfortable reading – but this one doesn’t do that. Besides, that would be a gross betrayal of trust. Strictly not my style.
Surely you must have felt this at some point: when terrible news/events happen to us, we just can’t concentrate on writing (or any other pursuit that brings us creative pleasure).
Is Brad right? Or is he right?
So, soz for not blogging sooner. But you know, like…. distractions…
Just a few days ago, we had intended to go catch Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice (while it was still available in our area, with “Original English Sondtack”). But the overwhelming verdict that it is an incoherent mess made us stall on the way to the mall. Moreover, it’s described as “dark and gritty”… heck, life – for us – IS dark and gritty right now anyway. Why go pay for what we are already experiencing?!
The biggest opening weekend in March ever – surely those “super(?)heroes” can survive without my satang….
Who knows what tomorrow brings?
“The road is long
There are mountains in our way
But we climb a step every day.”
“That depends on how reasonable we’re all willing to be. All I want is the girl” – Indiana Jones.
Yeah. “All I want is the girl.”
Too. DAMN! Right…
Having flown back the ten thousand miles or so to the “Land Of Smiles” and spend what meagre time can be mustered from now on, those forever lurking “unforeseen circumstances” that are “beyond our control” have separated us once again.
Kismet blows in our faces. Once again…
Considering all those fundamental conundrums: how did life on Earth begin? And why? Are we really alone in the Universe? These – and other brain-addling mysteries – seek to confound us, but there will always be something that really bothers me:
Why is it that after a lifetime of striving to do what is right, and continually amassing bad fortune, the despicable ne’er-do-wells of this planet carry on unscathed…?
And you know, when they ask what superpower you would like to have, my reply is instant, not to mention heartfelt: to make my girl happy. Every day. And save her from the torment that lies ahead…
All this amazing talent and vocabulary at my command, yet no amount of awards or enlightenment can sear past the stress and offer me the best words to soothe and comfort the closest and most important people in my life…
It’s like yours truly wholeheartedly threw the idol so many times. Too many times.
And in return, those devious rats NEVER had any intention of throwing back that whip…
“I looked up, as if somehow I would grasp the heavens. The universe, worlds beyond number, God’s silver tapestry spread across the night. And in that moment, I knew the answer to the riddle of the infinite” – Scott Carey.
As long as one can remember, the night sky has held particular fascination. Swotting up on the names of star constellations was one of those great, indulgent childhood pursuits, and prevented me from becoming a trouble-making, window-breaking, obstreperous lil juve.
In later years, one always loved escaping into the countryside, away from the light pollution of suburbia, and marveling at the sheer magnitude of stars, dotted against the blackness (provided it was a clear night sky).
Not surprisingly, it had a profound influence on my science fiction writing.
There are certainly dozens of pursuits in the cosmos this blogger would love to indulge in: fly blind on a Hawkman rocket-cycle; go snowboarding on Frigia… or Hoth; climb trees on Arboria; watch C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser Gate; surf some gravitational waves; bullseye womprats in a T-16; or just chill with the Fremen on Arakis.
Or how about tobogganing on Jakku? That’s a new one…
“The stars wheeled overhead, and every day was as long as a life age of the Earth… But it was not the end. I felt life in me again. I’ve been sent back until my task is done” – Gandalf The Grey.
Chin up! Keep calm and carry on bounty hunting…
Look on the bright side. Kinda unthinkable at the mo, but it should be done… always.
Stuck on this Pale Blue Dot – for the time being at least – rather than dream about space, so they say, “create” space – be it emotional, physical or mental. Here in my space – my Bradmosphere – if you will, Meditation has played a major part in my psychological well-being thus far, and – based in Thailand where Theravada Buddhism is so engrained in the national culture – the setting is ideal to attain further knowledge of the dharma. Fortunately, my wife is Buddhist, so it is a blessing to learn from such a wonderful teacher.
And to think once upon a time my original intention was to: “learn the ways of the Force and become a Jedi like my father.”
Love plays such pleasant surprises…
“Normal” – is there such a concept? – blogging schedule will resume shortly.
In the meantime, here is a snippet of the awesome soundscape accompanying me on tonight’s Mindfulness Meditation session. And to think the complete running time extends to 74 minutes(!)
Far out, man…