I
just hijacked The Big Bang Theory. Not the porn video, but the scientific
theory of universal expansion. From the beginning when matter was
a flaming hot, dense ball, to today’s fragmentation and constant
expansion through out the depths of darkness in the unknown landscape
of shadow. This expansion of the universe is constant so that the
condition of the universe today will be nothing like the condition
of the universe in 30, 100 or 10000 years from today. Now, let’s
extrapolate and say that the big bang theory applies to ideas as
well as matter flying through space and constantly fragmenting into
smaller pieces. Pieces that fly infinitely apart, eternally. One
example is religion. Religion, a group of ideas, that through time,
fragment into several parts. One with a pope and one without, some
with guilt and some with kindness, some with a fiery hell and some
with no afterlife. And then it gets further fragmented as rules
change along any given line. This fragmentation of ideas applies
to every idea, not only religion, and the net effect is the destruction
of one entity and the creation of another. If everything expands,
fragments and then ceases to exist what does this say about the
future of Earth or the ideas on Earth? I haven’t a clue. But,
perhaps humans can recognize this pattern and the natural progression
of the universe as eternal expansion, and then find harmony by aligning
life to this natural pattern. We are part of a divine magic act.
We didn’t choose to be here, or maybe we did, but we wouldn’t
know it if we did, and we find ourselves here as part of this amazing
show that is both a comedy and a tragedy. I have to laugh, then
tears drop as I realize how lucky I am to be down here.
Today, religion is being replaced
by luxury worship, where to have is to be fulfilled. Buying is the
new praying. American Express the new holy bread and Master Card
the holy blood of Christ that we must consume for eternal life and
understanding. To have and own is to be alive. Driving a range rover
and delivering babies at every possible female gestation interval
is to be American royalty. I go on match.com and send winks with
reckless abandon after four jack and cokes. I have found religion.
Behind my apartment is an alley. This dark alley is a living journal
of life where shady things happen and scattered remnants tell a
story. One of sex, colored rubbers, shot-gun shells, missing homeless
person clothing, grocery carts, beer cans an occasional needle,
or coke vial. And the garbage cans were overflowing which meant
that tomorrow was garbage day.
I drove down the alley fast but it’s
a good thing I have a habit of stopping when I reach the end because
there was a woman walking a four-child stroller at the end of the
alley and I thought to myself how happy I am that I stopped, but
that didn’t hold back the grimace she held my way because
she knew I had been racing down the alley. She was bitter, and she
wanted me to know it and join her in it, maybe she just wanted someone
to join her in her attempt to quiet the four infants she was pushing
every day as a result of the good work they had been doing last
winter at the fertility clinic downtown. It was just last week that
I saw this woman kneeling on the floor at the Louis Vuitton store
on Michigan Avenue in a deeply religious experience, one in which
fluids were lost and hands held tightly a logo, which carries within
it a meaning as deep as a cross or a star. Separation causes pain
and growth. When your dog dies, your girl friend leaves, your parents
die, the Oprah show is discontinued… it hurts because matter
attaches itself to other matter (gravity).
Then it blows up and scatters. Sometimes
painfully. We call people who live in their lives with fragmented
thinking disengaged and crazy. Then we medicate them. We should
build an altar to their existence and worship them, as they are
closer to the natural form of the universe than our selves.
To align yourself with the universe
is to embrace your ADD, to drink more alcohol to generate more divergent
and fragmented thinking.
F r a g m e n t a t i o n.
Derek
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