WHAT IS BECOMING PLAIN

The systems of the world
may never end, but we will.

To become the system
simply observe it.

Any energy not spent
towards your dream is
wasted.

Despite this withering
tomb stone each one
of us are immortal.

The world will continue
to remain intransigent.
(a fleeting thing, really)
We will continue to shine

The Asylum of Starry Ghosts

by  shaun  lawton 

Ghosts may appear as traces of electromagnetism lingering here on Earth before surrendering to the cold void.  The Ghost in the Machine refers to the collective portion of galaxies which have long since burned out and cooled off in the vast cauldronic core of our universe. When we peer deep into the nucleus of our cosmos, we necessarily gaze in a direction diametrically opposed from that spot which has been established as being our own, here on planet Earth.  

All telescopes since their advent in the early 17th century have one thing in common:  their function is to magnify details that are not farther away than us and our terrestrial location in space (for that would be impossible, and in direct contradiction to the nature of our position in creation, which incidentally happens to already be, by definition, that which exists the farthest away from all remaining points in the universe), therefore, a telescope's function is to zoom in on the various details which comprise the deep inner essence of the macrocosm (itself the central core making up the heart of creation) which in effect and execution happens to be the self-negating echo of the disappearing traces of existence's different and explosively varied manifestations since the inception of our singular expanding cosmos.    

In other words, telescopes are in actuality that which allow us to observe deeply into the interior of reality, which in effect appears now to us as the dead reflection of a once vital heart; while microscopes remain the instruments which in fact bring to view the farthest and outermost territories of our still-expanding universe, the blown out living skin, our greatest organ.  It is our typical understanding of the difference between how microscopes and telescopes work which appears to be entirely backwards.  In short, telescopes actually look in, while microscopes look out.  This unassailable fact is such an obvious and fundamental truth that it should really go without saying, yet I feel as if I must repeat it here due to my sneaking and ever-dawning suspicion that most of us have been quietly assuming otherwise for the greater portion of our lives; for us to have understood this fundamental tenet of our existence in a manner entirely the opposite from which it actually is.  

Speaking for myself at least, I can testify that I have certainly been perceiving it backwards for most of my developing adult life, and have only recently begun to comprehend why.  For this reason I am grateful to have ascertained what I now refer to as the Law of Inversion, my place-holder or label, if you will, which best encapsulates what I consider to be the one philosophy comprised of the gathered perspectives of so many before them that coalesces into its optimal expression.   

To further focus in on the essence of this conviction, one need only take this Law of Inversion and apply it to any or all aspects of one's perception of our nature.  In deed we appear to be the latest development along a startling evolution having resulted from an endless series of such inversions of perspective that in effect we have come to now stand upon our world without being able to absolutely determine what in actuality is "up" or "down"; "in" or "out";  and ultimately "real" or "fantasy;"--such is the condition of our lot--trapped out here in our inexorable solitude and ultimate freedom amid a crowd of lost stars.     

Welcome to what I have termed the Asylum of Starry Ghosts, a sanctuary where souls interact largely oblivious to one another's presence.  A sort of mirror held up by dancing pixels for us to peer into darkly and see ourselves from a different angle in order to gain a fresh perspective.  A web log representing a gleaming nodal point amid a vast interlinked network of hypertext documents comprising digital reproductions of most all the knowledge our species has gathered together over the course of human history since the dawning of the Paleolithic era.  

If you are reading this currently, congratulations.  You are literally the cutting edge of the blossoming essence of creation itself.  You have made it to the farthest possible fringes of our expanding universe.  There is absolutely nowhere further you could possibly explore except for what lies directly about you in your particular area of the world, with nothing but time on your side.  It's up to you to take your adventure ever further.  Perhaps we will meet someday at a point beyond this horizon.  If not, may your journey into the unknown fare well.  I am excited about and grateful for your company.  With an enthusiastic bravado I retain for all comrades in the midst of their eternal quest, I offer to each soul reading this here and now a heartfelt and explicit "Hello".

wind on water

 

Get a moving house 

or start unplugging.

Try to relax 

in a crowd, 

you can't. 

An excess of clutter 

conjures old shadows.

This is how your life 

becomes a haunting. 

Feng shui as an ancient 

form of exorcism.

So I ask, "what have we 

here exactly today?"  

Shadows hiss from 
a wooden train's rails.

I'll miss my demons 

as much as they 
will miss me.