there are the moments in time and space when all things seem to fall together in their rightful places, the view is transparent, and as far as it is wide. these are those times of truth. when i find one, i fight hard to keep it, and my fight drives it away. leaves me with the taste, the residue, the aftermath. i get crass and rude and angry. my eyes close upon the visions of liars and cheaters and desperate, and blind. i become blind. i am envious of the population, these people that surround me and build up my world into a monument of greed and waste. my world. this world, our world, mother. we are a planet alive for a flash. we will join the drifting and churning of the universe, as it prepares for life elsewhere. and i will be gone and forgotten, and much happier for it, i'm sure. i listen to the ambitious talks of changing "the system" and coming into our own and such. silly rabbit, there is nothing new in the world of women and men. these technologies? are these new? discovery is ancient, and so are the applications of those discoveries. technology is only as good as those who use it. and that leaves us up shit creek. something new, let's see something new will have nothing to do with our opposable thumbs. this evolution will be of our spirits, of our minds.