What There Isn't

Is consistency a reality? Are we really talking about commitment instead? Everything changes except the constant changing. Nothing is consistent except that void, that Nirvana, no wind, no way, you can keep your heaven!

I've read that Lucifer was God's most devoted angel. And when God made man and asked his angels to bow before man, Lucifer--because of his profound love of God--refused. He could not put anyone before God. And yet he was thrown out of heaven. No wonder the devil attracts such a following. There are some things before which we will not be subdued. "Man is something that should be overcome!" Nietzsche is in Cafe Hell with the rest of the great poets and philosophers nursing a cafe au lait.

By the way, is this supposed to make sense to you? Are you supposed to be entertained? Follow the bouncing ball across the page until it makes you sing with glee? Me? Who am I to ask that silly question? Who are you? And why are you bothering to read this?

Maybe because you're consistently bored and need something like this: a window through which you see the other side of boredom. Here, look:

"Coping"


You just get used to it,
like news of another disaster
that happened somewhere else
in the not-so-distant past
that doesn’t want to die.

It’s nothing new.
Every day changing
into every other day.
It’s like a pair of new shoes
you can’t seem to wear in fast enough,
even though you can’t believe how quickly
the sole gets worn, looks tired.

You tried something different.
But nothing fit quite like this.
It’s all the same, you say. So,
why bother buying into this stuff
about a better life beyond?

We could be here
dreaming we were here
or we could be near to love
and just not know it.

Worse yet, we could quit now
coming up with new stories
about how we came to be
and believe we were always wrong.

But that wouldn’t be right.
Because what would we do for fun
without something so serious as this?