Those Who Do Not

Two Voices In One Transmission

lazyThe meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain and so obvious and so simple. And yet, everybody rushes around in a great panic as if it were necessary to achieve something beyond themselves. – Alan Watts 

I am 47 years old.  I have never been married, had children or owned a home.  My official collegiate career lasted exactly two weeks before I withdrew from classes and farted around Rutgers Campus for the better part of a decade pretending to be a student.  None of my paltry net worth is invested in retirement plans, 401Ks or interest-bearing accounts, virtually ensuring that if I live to an advanced age, I will still be working and/or homeless.  

What talents I do possess, I am content to employ purely in the interest of entertaining myself.  My diet consists mainly of pre-packaged garbage, I rarely exercise and I…

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Crimson Sky

The Work of Shimmy

Time stopped. My lungs froze, neglecting their duty to draw in the precious oxygen they needed. It felt as though the entirety of the earth stood still as all of its inhabitants watched the harbinger of their demise approach.

The sky was aflame. The massive, flaming chunk of space rock painted the sky a deep crimson which spread to the ground in the form of raging flames. The hungry tendrils of fire began spreading and engulfing anything they reached. The heat would soon become unbearable. Fires began from seemingly any spot on the ground as if the planet itself was spontaneously spawning fires. The fields burned, huts blazed, and the people screamed as some lay trapped, burning alive. I was still entranced by the beauty of what would be our destruction… Until I heard her.

“Sacarius! Where are you?” It was my wife. She was scared, terrified even. I had to…

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Fragments of Void: Affirmations

Orchid's Lantern

‘Centre yourself’ they used to tell me when the nausea got too much. ‘Be here now.’ ‘Find your sense of home.’ It’s good advice, when you take it in your own particular flavour, but most people assume it means ‘think of sunshine, a fresh breeze, still waters and soft ground’. Those things feel most uncomfortable to me. I do not have those things at my centre. I am not soft and gentle and still and bright. Sure, they might feel calming. But they are not true to my nature.

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