Dinosaurs in a Petting Zoo

We humans live in intersecting worlds … bubble worlds, bouncing off each other in an absolutely endless network of dimensional dreamscapes we refer to as the Universe.

The best telescope we have in many of these bubbles zooms us out or in to a visual insanity masquerading as a canvas backdrop of something we call “outer space” … as if we are somehow, “in” space - in our space … or some space. Taking up space. You can get lost in the complexity of a bathroom tile configuration, the pattern on a lifeless leaf, the color collisions of a person’s eyeball or the sonic ping pong of voices inside a tiny restaurant full of hungry people. Hungry in their stomach, hungry in their souls. Hungry for answers. Starving for something to make them understand even a half a second worth of what all this is.

We are a wild bunch. We the people of this planet. We are all crazy. Some of us know it, but most everyone else run from that truth like a puppy from the bathtub. How can we not be?

Chaos is our king and queen and somewhere in between lies our princess - Peace. She’s lovely, but so fickle. She’s comes and goes as she pleases while we all clamor around, making noise, ignoring anything that might scare her off, though we’re usually the culprit, as we neglect to notice the bubbles, bouncing off one another like bumper cars in a Disney dream.

It is without doubt, madness. But, it is glorious and fascinating. It is incomprehensible to our stifled brains, though our magic makeup, floating like an orb inside these archaic avatars know every secret, each line on the back of a butterfly’s wing, fully aware of the drops of piss on our tennis shoes and the way each of us never really look at someone for more than a few seconds at a time, because maybe we fear we’ll fall in and never be able to climb back out. The eyes are the portal to another place — a place we can’t go unless we sleep or die (of course there are other ways to catch that ride, but they’re rare).

Crazy, madness, death and fear — these are just words. Labels used to describe the things we can’t comprehend with our limited minds.

There is only one constant truth - the moment you are experiencing at any given time.

Only there can you feel what freedom tastes like in the back of your mouth.

Only there, can you meet yourself.

It is there, the entire Universe holds your hand and shows you the pathways to infinite possibility. Where heaven unclothes itself and feeds ice cubes to hell as every god holds a mirror up in camaraderie as you pass by like a child who’s just discovered a book is not only a time machine, it’s a multi-dimensional spacecraft that telepathically threads to our brains and transports us to everywhere and back again.

This life is more than a miracle. This life is river water rushing inside an hour glass. It is a beautiful choir caught in a doorbell … a dinosaur at a petting zoo.

This adventure is yours my friend.

Ride the fucking dinosaur into the traffic jam and call your people home.

There’s no more hiding who you are.

You’ve seen the mirrors.

Now take your place amongst the trees and all the life feeding itself with every breath, with each thought … with every sound.

And be.