Used to be just that. They said it alot about machines -- like it's got all the bells and whistles meant it had all the EXTRA gizmos too. But why would a machine be good if it has a lot of noisemakers? Isn't that kind of stupid and annoying more than efficient? Maybe it's about hot cars, I dunno.
But bells going off. Whistles. Things to wake you, stop you in your tracks. ALERT. Well, for the most part when we hear bells now it's long-off churches or the Ice Cream Man. The schoolkids hear it, but that's another (Pavlovian) story. But now the bells have faded. Whistles aren't on trains -- those are loud loud horns. Coaches and traffic cops or parade - ceremonial whistlestop.
So where have all the bells and Whistles gone?
BEEP. That's where. Now it's about beeping if you think about it. How many beeps do you hear in the course of just one day? Alarm clocks, microwaves, phone messages, sometimes even ON the phone like with call waiting, watches, cars behind you, washing machines, coffee makers; always -- just wait for the beep.
Wow. That's a alot of techno-birdsong if you ask me. And here, you ignore the birds each day. Or worse -- dismiss them all entirely when heard, as on thing, one distraction, classified as birds, in a whirlwind of fake beeping and movement when technology is ready for you now.
So down South now .. inches away, every time I see little birdies running all around on my wild grassy lawn, you know, real close-up and detailed, eye contact close...I always ALWAYS think to myself (same thing in New England, only a bunch of filthy seagulls french-fry close)...
..wonder which one of them is me?
Darkness all around,
yet a blackness above
Upon hours no longer blue,
is this not the same sky today?
And in it, these stars!
Ah, but therein the secret,
for such celestial pieces of the blue
so One above
are not in the sky at all,
but swimming, so said, in the outer space.
Where, then, the inner space
and does it too have such stars?
Well I hope you did it. I went along, so many hands-changing it was like politics and rich people. What's all the fuss? Daylight, or the amount in a day when the sun is up, has been moved to a new time. Now, I know we can't move Nature. I mean -- we aren't God.
But anyway, we did. So tune in every day twice now at a different time, officially. Ah, you can't win over Nature. You'll never do it! But, Law controls the clocks. Gotta go now.
GOD IS A ... noun.
The Sky is not blue
you make it that way every time
and so many people see what you do
and this is not the work of God?
No, you do not move.
The funniest thing sometimes is
when I think of Jesus sitting down
in another chair next to Dad
after all that hanging around on a Hill
thumbtacked to sticks
when once He tread upon the waters
in which we'd surely drown.
Make it happen.
Not what's happening now.
Why must I always be under the Sun?
I see it there, low and high, low again
always way above me
and I hate that I can never go over the Sun.
Oh, they tell me we go all around it.
But that's not me.
Someday, I'll get over it for sure.