Shit Happens.

Electric shocks on tiny cells turn into memories or experience, or are lost into the forgotten realms of “what was but is not any longer”. How real this stuff is, is down to what, or in whom you believe I guess. This is a subjective reality. We are giant aerials (or antennae if you are reading in the great United States) attached to amplifiers and filters.

I think that my amplifier is turned up particularly high. Up to 11 if you will. I am sure that many of you reading this feel the same, but then, we are all allowed to. You see, I feel shit man! I feel lots of shit. Good shit, bad shit, numb shit, seemingly meaningless shit, powerful shit. Isn’t it great that we feel all this shit? By saying “shit” here, of course, I am employing a common dysphemism for “stuff”. The shit of thought.

I hear a lot from people that they wish they could “turn it down” - not feel so much. But then, what would be the point? Aren’t we here, like fleshy masts, to grab as much of everything we can and then pass it down the cables into our cerebral selves and process it. Filter it for sure, because sometimes there is just too much. While that may be true, I want more. Always more. It’s not about me though. It’s about everything. Everyone. You see good reader, I might not believe in your god or your way, but as far as the clunky mishmash of cellular brain matter that I have trapped in my skull says, I believe in everything. I like being here. Some days I like running at the wind and screaming with joy. On other days, I let salty water flow out of me in streams of sadness or confusion. I want all of it. I believe it is all important. If we cull our senses in an attempt at lessening the noise, are we not closing our eyes to the view around us? Look, of course I have a spam filter on my email account, but I don’t close down my account because “busty betty” keeps getting me to sign up for a month’s free trial to ihavebigfattitties.com. Ok, so I want want more stuff that means stuff but somehow, I think it can all mean something.

So this might be shit. It’s only what’s buzzing around me though. You don’t have to let it in, and apart from the fact that I will never know if you do - unless you tell me, I am merely transmitting. If you want to change the channel then be my guest, but if it’s out there, someone or something thought it was worth putting it out there. I am enjoying this ride and I don’t want it to end. I know it has to though. I am glad we are able to have spent the little time we have being…..well, being!

Today I have a lot of static coming through but I am thrilled by the snowy flecks in the disorder. I see pictures of animals in the sky -probably because I am programmed to. We all are. The next time a child (not yet reprogrammed by the fact based, caged version of reality we learn to live in) looks up at the sky and says, “Look! A giraffe”, try to spot a donkey or a lizard next to it. It is everywhere if you learn to unlearn and drop the filter from time to time. Oh yeah, and it’s fun, and it shifts something in you. Right then, that’s all the shit I have for now. I love every amazing cell of you and me. Good day.

Jx