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The galaxies are us! - slide presentation

Galaxies, strange entities out there.

You and I, my companion, are confronted. The greater existence amplifies the minor one. So be it, then …

In my travels here, earth existence, I traveled countries, not galaxies, certainly not galaxies, not even other planets. I traveled one earth, looking out at the stars from every country I reached by boat, train and plane. The cars were local.

I am just protoplasm in existence on the good earth, soon to die, as is a whole generation of people now …

My Generation of People. We are The My Generation in 2009. We made the breakthrough into consciousness. We created the psychologies in large numbers. We went to bed with our peers, not just for not-named sex, but to get to know the person, to have fights … inquiries into each other’s past … to cry out injuries of the long ago … to remember together lost loves.

“I never had a child, did I?”

“I had children, but with the wrong person …”

“Is there a ‘wrong person’? I thought there was only life …”

“Got me there … maybe it’s just a feeling statement?”

“Maybe?”

“Maybe, maybe, maybe, schmaybe …. Oviously I don’t know what I’m talking about.”

We made childhood our ruined religion, the Huge Disappointment of Paradise Lost in the abuses of childhood, the beaten and overly criticized parents took it out on us, the Golden Generation that was not to be.

I remember going to my astrologer, Luella Sibbald. She pointed out that a whole generation of liberated children with Uranus in the right place and Venus ascendant.

The Bright Star of Morning would be on these children of a greater light. Alas, I was born ten years too soon, and not in war but before it.

Yet, I could benefit if I worked hard and my consciousness, said Luella … said my astrologer friend. I had the brains but did I have the will power, and even more, the passionate acknowledgment of my many wrongs done people … minor little things, really, but the Ares misuses of seduction, the angers vented but not integrated, the missed opportunities for success, and love not taken to heart.

Oh, the Arrogance, the frightful arrogance. I was a Neglected Child, whose feigned self-importance matched this neglect by others … no enlightenment there.

Galaxies are greater than continents. The whole universe is a prison breakout for the stars.

Their Great Neglect is that they lack consciousness, or so we assume.

We are the Thinkers of our generation, those of neural synapses in abundances, bridging gaps in the brains, the faster thinkers, the eyes looking ever outwards, contemplating ourselves through others … are not the clustered and light-crying stars also others also?

No they are not! Emphatically not.

Do you want to know the unique and greatest difference between ourselves and these swirling galaxies we see now before us, Outreaching Man?

What is the Celestial Fact that separates us, the brain-guided light, soon quashed in old age and minute deaths?

Is it not that while in G-d’s Enormous, Phantasmagorical, Celestial Light Show, The Universe out there in all its Creation’s Creation, these Dancing Galaxies before we existed, far greater by far than our tiny sparks of light as human beings, but before it all, They had no Consciousness?

The Universe exists without us, subjects to Immutable Law, but without our consciousness this Phantasmagoric Light Show does not of itself and in itself know that it exists.

If you don’t know that you exist, do you exist?

If you do not know the in, the how, the why that you exist, do you exist?

If you do not proclaim your existence as existence, do you exist?

Puny man …, puny man ….

How can a carrot exist if it does not know that it is a carrot?

See, how simple things are?

All creation before you, G-d, but do you know it?

I was not the first to point out there is no creation if that creation does not know that it is created.

The theologians and philosophers have come before me. Yet, I live to tell the story also. I am a practical man. I face my death. I face my inevitable decline, looking out at those swirling galaxies … and know that for a few seconds of magical, precious time I have consciously seen my own existence among the stars, on planet earth, in Strephon body, in brain-wave consciousness.

Reflecting back on you, my love, my surprise love, … we sharing bodies and conversation together … do you know me as I know you?

We are mirrors to each other as galaxies are mirrors to thinking man, to Homo sapiens man, exigent, plenary session of key concepts man, looking out into the night sky, now telescoped with our inventions, conserved with light captured in images, … we have traveled, … you and I … a bit further into existence.

To be known as Father Man, Mother Woman, Star Child, Elders of The Mind.

Don’t underestimate us, Grandfather G-d. We have discovered your secret of Objectifying Truth, reflection upon reflecting, then intentionality.

Do not underestimate us …

We know our own existence now …

Would we destroy such golden knowledge in a puff of smoke, registered not even on the surface of a tiny sun?

We know our existence now … destroy not that existence now … calamitas defectio.

Such an existence is not the houses we build, the families we fuck for to bring in the generations, the wars we ply blindly to dominate with right, wrong and greed.

Such an existence is Consciousness-Man. Would we destroy that?

Surely not …?

Once existing, and knowing our existence, reflecting back on ourselves …?

Surely we would not make of planetary space a waste dump …?

Surely we would see all humans with the right to see galaxies, the Universe Itself …?

Man is the galactic measure of man …

Surely …

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