January 19th, 2003 9:00-10:00 p.m. pst
Lack of same.
Many ideas, few distinct points to make.
A big point to make, but hard to put into words.
Words give meaning, but the look of the words sometimes gets in the way.
And then the words tend to lose meaning.
Too many words.
Too many ideas.
Too few points that ever seem to be made.
There is a purpose to and a meaning of existence.
Thoroughout existence,as one experiences the gift of life, one often wonders if he in fact exists.
This is the unwritten cosmic question.
Every time I approach the page, or the screen.
Every time I contemplate the preaching of an answer to all of these questions mankind harbors.
Every time I think about teaching all that I feel I know,
And every time the full blown and restless impetus forces me to open the program and type.
I know I will begin again in earnest, but
I know I will type useless drivel as always with useless abandon.
And the point will never get made.
And as I type,
And as I say,
And as I repeat,
Over and over and over again.Accomplishment?
Simply to repeat ideas which never seem to make sense even when that attempt is made.
Or to formulate an outline for existence, to which one can refer when one has questions.
Funnel the few distinct points into a handbook for life.
That was the plan all along, I would gather,
As when I gather my thoughts,
And outline this existence into these words,
And hope, at last to make that universal connection
Which transforms the mere words into inspirational gospel.
And starts me on my way toward explanation,
For myself and for mankind.The outline in verse:
A poem, like the other poems for the New Year.
A beginning again, like all the other beginnings again,
To get on track,
Outline the imperitive,
Make a resolution for humanity that humanity can read and understand.
There really is a point, and there really is a way in which
everything can all be boiled down into a few major themes and concepts.If I could, with my stifled abilities to communicate,
Distill the essence of these myriad concepts,
And inform the masses of humanity of my understanding,
Then I would be able to expound with infinite knowledge of this existence,
But if I keep rambling, and losing the thread of consciousness
Which, by running through us all, connects us and disturbs us,
Then I can tap into that understanding,
And upon reading the simple words I write,
Anybody can unlock the secrets of the universe.The problem with my outline so far is that it hasn't been written.
So here goes.Evolution and History
Religion and Dogma
Politics and Society
Conflict and Power
Happiness and UnderstandingThese are the basic Themes of Importance.
At least right now,
As I write.
These are the separate repositories into which I will pour the knowledge of the Universe.
What is on my mind, basically, is on yours too, although you might have guessed it,
But didn't believe it.
To understand the answers, one needs to understand that the questions existed
Even before the mind held the capability to ask them.
Once the mind began grasping the ability to attempt explaining existence
The mind split into indecision and conflicting ideology.
Words can only attempt to explain, and someone needs to read the words,
And pass along the message.My message will be written in this new year of 2003.
The Outline begins with the themes of importance,
And includes the Realizations and the Poetry
Which attempts and has attempted, to pare the
voluminous cacophany of my understanding of this existence
Into a few concise verses.
As the years pass
The verses repeat these concepts and themes over and over and over again.
And this is one of the keys to understanding.This is my Beginning Again.
I hope I share my thoughts with you properly this time around.
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