Anvil Heads I-40 New Mexico

Anvil Heads I-40 New Mexico

Storm Running

Storm Running
Interstate 40 West New Mexico April 2009

Lady Bug on Cactus

Lady Bug on Cactus
While at work, I noticed a tiny red dot on a green prickly pear cactus. Without any others was this single tiny lady bug a metaphor of loneliness? Where did she come from? Why was there only one? I will return later to see if she remains.

Invisible Life

Invisible Life
Invisible life could be what is unknown about any one of us. It also speaks of a scale that hides in plain sight. Everywhere small things go unnoticed and like a good book, remain invisible until read. Life is a powerful force that is often veiled in scale until we take the time to discover its secrets.

The Bench

The Bench
Bolted to a sidewalk, it is easy to blend in to observe the passing days and nights. In fact being a street bench doesn’t allow much else. Being alone with a vitamin store and lamp post for company might, to a casual observer appear to be a lonely way to mark time. Everyone has heard, “…if these walls could talk.” If walls could talk, would that be something a street bench might do? What would a street bench say? This street bench sits near a tidy corner on Pine Street. There is a phone booth near by when most people do their talking on cell phones, being a phone booth doesn’t require much more effort than keeping a street bench, vitamin store and a lamp post company.... to be continued

Into the Night

Into the Night
Alone at night on a dark street that keeps its secrets. What fate will she encounter, what evil lurks…only darkness knows the night.

Nightlife

Nightlife
The full moon, marble like, rolls across a star blanket, a celestial mirror reflecting soft distant solar beams back to earth to give poets something to do with their insomnia.

Oak Sunset

Oak Sunset
The gift of twilight colors give way to shades of grey and black, an interlude to await the celebration of dawn and the colors of the new day.

Grape Jam

Grape Jam
A bee is not aware of color beyond what the hues say in a language only bees understand. It is all about the work of gathering; a selfless, brief existence that is driven by duty and knows only its small part but is a supreme master of its niche. In that course, that single task generates goodness in ways diverse, complex, and vital to so many realms beyond its own. The end result is that one single bee blind to anything but his duty confers a promise. It is all about small things that allow our existence the luxury of being able to take for granted this and many other small things. Could it be that everything we do in our daily existence has effects unknown to us in ways similar to that of a bee?

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Friday, February 4, 2011

I Think

What is evolution to the dominant species on planet earth? How will humankind reconcile a failed stewardship of the environment? What alternative to extra-planetary escape will we as a species utilize to survive on earth when our technology fails to devise a viable escape plan deployable to all? When environmental abuse results in an earth that is intolerable and nonsustaining, where is shelter? 

The answer may require our technology to take rein of evolution to redirect us to a cybernetic digital existence. The paradigm that realizes how to harness  bio-circuitry, the mechanics of the human brain, will allow a strategy to evolve digitally. Moore's law of micro-circuitry is near the limits of material science but can resume it's pace when bio-circuitry replaces silicon. Physical death may cease when we can download ourselves into a digital lifeboat. When we become cyber-conscious we will choose our physical state transcending the limits of flesh and blood able to utilize either. That is if the planet can then sustain biological life. 

As cyber-creatures life experience will be one of all possibility including immortality. Transcendence of space and perhaps time will allow safe exploration of the most hostile environ in the solar system and beyond. Terra-formation of another planet like Mars will be a reasonable possibility.

Perhaps then we can have a place from which we can try to repair the damage we have done to our home.

I hear echoes of fear and shouts of blasphemy to dare contemplate such an existence. It is the same mindset that imprisoned Galileo and threatened so many who explored the boundary of thought in their day when an all powerful theology held an iron hand grip on free will and thought. God created man, man created religion. I choose a world where spiritually is possible and free from the indoctrinations, motivations and fear imposed on us all by most organized religion leaving open to what theology exists that is dedicated to the spirit alone if such a thing can exist. That is to say while I hold dear what is espoused that frames our morality, I see and reject that which seeks to enslave mind and or body.

Theology will find universal understanding when pure conscience is the norm of existence. The world of John Lennon's "Imagine" will allow all strife to cease if only our morality can keep pace...Imagine...I think, therefore  I am. 

C. Gallagher 04 Feb 2011 - Lodi, CA.

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'We were making the future,' he said, and hardly any of us troubled to think what future we were making. And here it is'.

H.G. Wells