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Posts tagged “the universe

The Universe Wants To Be Noticed

#706: Convince me that the universe wants to be noticed.

“I believe the universe wants to be noticed. I think the universe is improbably biased toward the consciousness, that it rewards intelligence in part because the universe enjoys its elegance being observe. And who am I, living in the middle of history, to tell the universe that it—or my observation of it—is temporary?”

Yesterday I learned about what happened to the rivers when wolves were reintroduced to Yellowstone National Park in the United States after being absent nearly 70 years. These wolves had managed to change the rivers, and a “trophic cascade” occurred. (more…)


“P” is for Progresso (The Story of the First)

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Writers of Kern Blogging Challenge (A-Z)

Every now and then I get together with some of my fellow writer friends and we send each other stories about all sorts of things just for fun. We usually encourage each other to write short stories from various suggested subjects and then read each other’s works in our spare time. On one particular day, after chatting about the story of Dante’s Inferno, Purgatorio, and Paradiso, we decided to rewrite a story that had Biblical elements in it. I decided to pick up an online copy of the Bible and click to the first page, and from there I decided to rewrite the story of creation the way I thought it should be read. (more…)


The Hollywood Intern: Part 13- Mott’s and The Great Gatsby

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I had stepped out of my car that night wearing my long brown cardigan draped over a tank top and some shorts. I slid my card into the gas pump and shoved the nozzle into the gas tank. I was tired, confused about my life’s recent events, and I felt lost wondering about what the hell the universe wanted me to do, and as I tilted my head back in a sigh of exhaustion, my eyes rested on a giant billboard staring right back at me.

A bushel of apples sitting behind a jar of Mott’s apple product appeared incredibly massive as it perched right behind a flood of lights pointing up at it. It looked down upon me like it was the eyes of the universe watching over the tiny gas station. I couldn’t help but ponder for a moment about my life, my insane summer, or even just about all the crazy events that have taken place in the past week and a half.

I climbed back into my car after filling up and drove down past all of the last bits of civilization into the dark and vast canyon of what seemed like the abyss. The surrounding hills looked like deep shadows overlaying the already darkened night sky, and for a moment I found my mind also pummeling its way into an abyss of thoughts. (more…)


The Shifts and Changes of Thoughts

Sometimes thoughts and ideas change. Sometimes they grow and shift from one way to another; and sometimes they even shift their way back again. The way we think and what we believe comes as a result of a complex construction of your environment, upbringing, experiences, and practically everything else that you come into contact with in the world. As we grow older and build new memories with the various pieces of life that make us who we are, sometimes the thoughts we gathered in order to answer complex questions evolve and modify, and that’s completely okay.

You won’t ever know every single piece of knowledge that has ever been leaked out into the world because you are not every single person on the planet. One person can never walk in everyone shoes because they are just one single person, but you can definitely try your best. Even super geniuses and the most adventurous travelers can’t see or know it all. The flow of knowledge that comes into the world never ceases, and the range of different perspectives never stops accumulating. (more…)


“I Can’t Stay Present” A Poem About A Wandering Dream

I can’t stay present in one reality.

Zoning out and tuning in;

Shifting thoughts and gazing off

Into distant memories that populate my day dreams

And take up huge amounts of space in my mind.

The drifting moments take me off

Into other worlds and different realities

Where the warping of stars and beautiful

Swirling planetary systems change

And are not the familiar parts

Of the universe that I usually see.

At times I fall deep into a nightmare

And worrying thoughts from conscious life

Plague the spaces usually reserved for better things.

Images, words, sounds, saying, and phrases

Float in and come out of my mind, and sometimes,

They make their way onto paper.