time becomes the essence of entirety. manifest destiny becomes my catch 22 of thought. i was waiting to hear something; was there no word to be sent? i suppose not was the answer.

     the sun was going out for the day to some little party around the corner. i was going to be there but the moon enticed me to meander patiently along the coast with its tendrils of luminance pervading and guiding me. and i loved those silk strands, supple and reassuring.

     there i was walking with my lids, those for the eye, closed. they were fiercly shut as if channeling all my faith into the belief of the moon's intangible strings that were guiding me. was i a marianette of the evening?

     a thing i was, yet i knew with certainty that i was not a puppet, rather a channel. but perhaps, this was luna's joke on me. perhaps, i was her puppet. yet if true to what end i did not care or wonder. the ride was uneventful, unscathing.

and blissful....

     cityscape just to the north of my vision. i am watching patiently the light flickering in---out with the movements of people obscurring its path. the moon is sending to me still, yet i am not longer in its rapture. i am within my own realm of thoughts. i peer across the sea and realize that perhaps the illuminations from human civilization are as beautiful as the light from natural sources. perhaps it is the mystery intrinsic to the sun, moon and stars that casts human infatuation so greatly upon it. humanity, for the most part, understands what it creates and is therefore less taken by it. yet to remove oneself from a culture specific way of thinking brings a brillant awareness of what we have done: positive or negative. pin pricks of light from the city pierce me and fuel my realization of this. in some ways humans are chaos in motion. nature turns its random systems, we regurgetate the pattern and think we have created order...that's funny.

but we want to conquer with order.

     the earth lays out beneath me, and i think of being flesh. the peculiar tendency to manifest in atoms. also, how we must atone for any abuses of our temples. laying back i feel the sand press scratchy particles into my skin, filling every curve of my back with perfect support i indulge in. now i am relaxing with my energy pouring into the earth which absorbs my tension. my muslces unlock one by one. i can never contrive this exchange; it is not mine to control or manipulate. i relish in my abandon with thanks. this is good.

     are human beings the only organisms with this kind of experience? we are the only creatues with the potential desire to deface or bodies in a concious manner. does self-awareness create this compacity? other creatures are concious, but are they so acutely aware as our species? the pain of our awareness is so odd. other animals have versions of hurts like famine and war. they will defend and attack any invader or threat to survival. humans are fundamentally the same, yet with potential for eclipsing primal behavior and the emotional pain that ensues from our knowledge of willed destructions. our awareness and responsibility may be there, but how to surmount deep political hierarchy and the cycles of pointing fingers?

are we all not responsible in destruction?