Description: I haven't been here much lately not that I haven't written anything .... just that for some reason I did not seem to come up with something worth to post here, which doesn't mean that this is the epitome of perfection .....
Any comments are welcomed
Ethan Brody :)
...Waves of Unwitting Consciousness -------------------------------------------
Unflappable Volcanic Waves of Unwitting Consciousness
(Full Original title)
By Ethan Brody
If only fireworks were noiseless
If only ripples controlled,
If only earthquakes predicted,
Or even dreams recollected,
If only swarms were channelled,
If only God had a face,
If only NOW was the matter,
Then loony bins could cease to be.
This line and the one before it really made me think.
I like the idea of how disturbing it it can be for God to be without any real form of representation.
I also can relate to the idea of looking at the now. Being in the present. . . and how sometimes that doesn't matter. When tragedy has struck my life I have noted the irony of the sun still shining or the feel of a soft breeze, and how those things are nothing when you are brought to your knees with sorrow and pain. Also, how nothing from NOW can fix the past that burdens us so.
This was tricky. Phil wanted less "If only"s but I almost want more! And maybe have them trail off at the end
As modern man has evolved, to the emotional emptiness of faceless communication, and the search for the greatest entertainment thrill, each "Bang" must get bigger, each tragedy must be more devastating, each dream more far-reaching, and therein all gods become more faceless.
Is it any wonder that the disturbed among us grow in numbers and strangeness?
Perhaps your wave of consciousness is just a product of today's
unflappable texting, tweetering, social media barrage.
Maybe I've said enough and should, now let you know that I enjoyed this because it made me think. What more could a writer want?