If We Had Forever, Would Never Be Enough

It is a little considered fact that the shadows are blackest where the light shines brightest. Logic then follows that there are darker ills in heaven than fill the deepest pits of hell.



And to think that while dying Cthulhu dreams. Though all the race of man be but a moment, and the men before, and those dread things that came even before that, the drowned god still slumbers. Can you fathom so many dreams, dreams of things before the earth itself was pressed together from shapeless mass drifting through heat and darkness? Do we dream, do you think? Perhaps all dreaming, waking and asleep, are the moments that our minds touch together with not just each other, but with the darkness that sleeps for all time. For we are never any closer to that darkness than when we sleep, or drift away, or let our attention wander away from the here and now, and close things share.

If this be the root, the heart, the start and finish of all dreams together, then the brief pieces we share one at a time across even a lifetime are but an incomplete thought. Were we to stave off death for a thousand years we may catch only a wisp, a breath, a whisper of an idea. Ideas are life and death and even something more, because ideas do not die. Empires have crumbled in the wake of the scratches made by a trembling old hand in its dying moments. Then what horrors will we wake to when we cease to dream?

We sanitize our witches with clean white rooms, and pure white coats, but they embody the same madness. Find what has never been done before, and do that next. Shine the light so bright that all the ills of the world are driven back into the tiniest holes. If they could, they would offer you eternal wakefulness in a pill, and a lifetime of mindfulness, and years innumerable at that. When dreams and death may die through sorcery or science. The means makes little difference to the ends of such things. If dreams are the burden of madness shared...



I felt like writing a little creative fiction. Had fun with several ideas that I've had independently sort of mingle all together at once. Hope everyone enjoys this little soliloquy.

The Source of Life

David Scott 06/12/12

I had a rousing debate the other night over a delicious dinner as to the state of the world. It was posed to me by two therapists that the world was in a constant worsening state of turmoil and insanity and emotional distress, and in such a debate, there is no hard evidence one way or the other, but their anecdotal evidence of their personal workload was very compelling. Certainly, if you look around the globe there is no shortage of horror stories, this year. It's as though everyone has fallen into a bit of a dark place. Race and immigration riots in Israel, killers in Canada, violent assaults across the United States. The massacres in Syria. There are economic issues in Greece, and drug wars boiling under the surface everywhere you go. And certainly any sort of feeling soul, and loving human being might ask what sort of God would allow such a world to continue to bring about such endless pain and misery.



Would it be entirely unfair to suggest a monstrous one? Would it even be possible to find evidence to refute that claim? For the sake of simplicity, assume the Judeo-Christian God of the Bible, and then ask yourself if you might compare a God who describes himself as jealous and vengeful to an abusive parent.

Now, certainly an Atheist would use this ammunition as evidence against the existence of a deity. I've heard it argued more than once that the monstrous nature of our supposed creator is evidence of non existence. That argument doesn't make any sense to me, though. It's certainly a good argument for why you would not want to believe in something, though. God is a beast of nightmares, certainly, who has visited plagues in the night on entire peoples, and delivered countless into their violent ends, and often with no warning.



Now, I don't know if I've ever shared this before, but from what I have seen and experienced in my speck of existence, what would be generous to even call a dot in all of space an time, I have seen that monsters create. Good souls empty out their hearts trying to bandage the dying, but death is everywhere, and everything is falling apart. You're born falling apart, and so is everything else.

Our sun is dying.



It always has been. Someday it will be broken and scattered and it will tear apart whatever is left behind orbiting it. What we are even at this very moment is a compilation of the remains of stars whose light will never touch us. We are the center of a universe that is expanding so fast that as long as we are limited by what we see.. we will never, ever, ever know what is beyond our event horizon. It is expanding so fast, that from far enough out, light simply cannot travel fast enough to reach us here on our isolated little spot. That there is no telling what lies beyond that horizon. Or even what stars we see now that have passed beyond it. As they hit that point, they released light that will slowly reach us for infinity, the light right at the event horizon is infinite and red.

But I digress. While people with good hearts strive endlessly to patch up the ripping apart and dying world, new things are constantly being born in the remains of the old.



I argued that the world is continually improving. That things are better today than they ever have before. But I'm not going to recount my argument here. If you're interested, try to imagine what I argued. I'm interested in hearing posters thoughts about why I might think that the world today is an ever improving place.

Today's the Day

How Easily Love and Hate Mingle

The Blood Orange - by David Scott

Tasting of perfect essence
flowering as the surface is pierced
spritzing into the air
with an aroma which haunts the room
and the fruit is blinding in its rich color
as it dulls the rest of the world by contrast.

I can already taste it on my lips
even before I watch the first errant drops fall
though powerless to contain them
as if I would
they do not escape my eyes
as if they could.

I will always taste this,
and I will never taste it again.