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Space Age Love Song

Philosopher Friedrich Nietzche said truth is a lie agreed upon. Can something similar be said about love? The poets say love is suicide, and lovers are joined in a pact of tragic suicidal death. A darkly romantic, but ultimately useless notion.

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Love isn’t a lie. I believe in romance, and I believe in love at first sight: a chemical reaction triggered by the right person at the right time.

So what is love, but unrealistic hope? Hope, like looking for a single shining pearl in an inky black sea of hopelessness.

Love is hope in a random, reckless world. It is armor against the futility we feel in the face of that senselessness.

Love is our atmosphere against the relentless assault, the constant radioactive bombardment of a chaotic universe.

Love is laying on a bluff of tall grass together, watching clouds drift over on a summer day, while 60 miles and five layers of atmosphere above, the universe blasts away with solar flares, ancient cold, and endless silence.

When love comes, it strikes like a bell deep in your guts. It changes everything. It may not be enough to defeat all your tragedies and villains, but it gives you strength in your legs to rise up off your bloodied knees, wind in your lungs to roar against your foes, and rage in your arms to bring your sword down on them again.

Have you been in love? You’ll know when it happens. Your vision tunnels, then focuses to a pinpoint as your eyes catch across the city street. The clattering noise of the crowd dopplers then mutes. (Because isn’t love a narrowing of perception? An awareness of everyone around you folded and refolded down until there is just two?)

And there it is. Love. Hope.

The world still won’t make sense. But it doesn’t have to when your combined light can shine back against the darkness, together.

A Screen Zombie in the Age of Wonders

I love technology, especially mobile phone technology. I love the way it both frees and connects us. When I was a kid, my friends and I imagined a communications and entertainment device exactly like the smartphone.

Arthur C. Clarke’s Third Law postulates, “Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.” Does our current technology qualify us for Clark’s Third Law? Maybe. From a primitive’s point of view, certainly.

This is the stuff I think about as, with this magic in my hand, I gleefully surf the Internet, post pictures to Instagram for hundreds of friends around the world to see, check my e-mail, send text messages to friends around the country, play games with people around the WORLD, ALL SENT ON BEAMS OF RAINBOW UNICORN GLITTER TO SATELLITES FLYING AROUND OUR ATMOSPHERE!

QuizUp Atlas Achievement

QuizUp Atlas Achievement

Sorry. I’m sorry. I get excited. Don’t you get excited?

And do you know what makes me sad? The pushback I see. The judgment against people who enjoy their technology “too much,” look at their phones while walking or just being in a public place. The banning of phones in places where they are clearly useful, such as in schools, libraries, and concerts.

Of course there is a time and a place; common sense, courtesy, and safety must always come first. What I’m talking about is judging the person who is by himself at the mall or at a bar with earbuds in his ears, looking at his phone. Let him be in his own world. Why not? Is it such an insult? Were you going to talk to him?

Maybe he’s shy. Maybe he’s an introvert. The social media mind magic focused through our smartphone totems give us the control we need. A throttle, if you will, to turn our social interactions on and off when it’s time to recharge our social mana. Sorry, Extroverts. Not everyone can be ON all the time.

But don’t call us anti-social. Social media has made us more interactive than ever. This kid staring at her phone is on her way to a Comic Con, a Tech Conference, a Guild Gathering, an Instagram Meet-up, or a Tweet-up. With video conferencing technology, she sees old school friends and distant relatives around the country on FaceTime and Skype. She’s making friendships and romantic connections around the world.

And let’s be done with the “Screen Zombie” slander. My people find it offensive.

Here I Go

Time to start writing. Nothing special. Call it an expression of love for language and communicating. I want to share ideas and stories. A few pictures maybe. But mostly having fun with our friend the written word.

Here you will find some of my personal experiences and opinions. Some babbling about books, music, philosophy, and religion will probably happen.

Politics: no. Politics is like the professional wrestling of debate. Everyone knows it’s rigged. Debating politics is an excuse to fight with someone you already know don’t like, and it’s all clucking and auto-nodding when discussed among the like-minded.

I will occasionally borrow my friend Devon’s idea in which he writes an entire entry on a single word. I love that. What a great writing prompt.

I’m going to keep it light and funny for the most part, because who has time for gloom? You can find that other places.

Here I go.

All The Things

Sometimes it hits me how savage everything is: the universe, the planet, humanity.

13.7 billion years ago, everything, all the things, exploded from a super hot, super dense point of infinite mass, and that explosion has been continuing since.

Everything that ever was and ever will be, every atom, every thought, every emotion comes from that one unimaginable moment of violence.

Billions of years later we are riding this explosion on a ball of iron that spins around its own molten heart, hurtling through the universe from the point of explosion, toward what we don’t know, or even think about.

With this cosmological heritage of chaos, is it any wonder we live our lives from one eruption to the next, doomed to relive an endless cycle of explosion and contraction?