This is the opera of our lives. 

amnesia  for the good.

And instant memories for the bad.

We all look outside ourselves as if spaceship earth was going to find a new sun or a new moon to be installed like

a light bulb flickering in an office gets changed. Alas was it the light globe or the moon satellite or the imagination

we gave to the idea anything was wrong... the idea that it's all not just meant to be.

I had this vision of a beam of light from the centre of all things at the non definable source of all things. The beam spread across the darkness like

a beam from point to the fat faded base of a Pyramid. Along this ray of light was at the faded end the origins of man. The dark ages and as the light became thinner and brighter there was the agricultural, brass ages and bronze and industrial revolutions. As the point of origin appeared the thinnest point of the light going into the source there was the computer, technology and the DNA and the microscopic machines that ruled over .... All in one beam.

all apparent and never changing sources of history. The feathered faded big fat dark ages at the base of the beam of light like a cliff into midnight.

The source so bright and condensed that it seems unable to carry anymore changes in the human adventure.

Past present and Future all held simultaneously on the human soul walking through the life of all that has happened and will happen as if the light

was shone years ago. 

The life of watching through the perceptions of life. The myriad of reflections we need to reassure that we are always present.

Otherwise everything evaporates and into the ether we surf, together

Forever both inner and outer 

in peace