Musings

'Musings' is Live!

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'Musings' is Live! 〰️

To Muse:

Intransitive verb. 1: to become absorbed in thought, especially to think about something carefully and thoroughly. Perhaps musing about what might have been. 2 Archaic: to wonder, marvel.

Snow Globe

12/05/2024

The other day as I returned from the supermarket through empty streets under a brilliant, blue, cloudless sky, I was struck by the depth of the blue. As I walked with my groceries under that stunning sky, I could almost see the arc of our planet, the roundness of it. It reminded me of a snow globe.

It the same instance, I thought of the Twilight Zone episode where a couple awakens in a fake town. There are no other people, and even the squirrels in the trees are props. They can hear a child laughing, but initially can’t see her.

The episode is Stopover in a Quiet Town. Logline: The morning after a wild night of partying, a hungover married couple awaken in an unfamiliar and artificial place.

As the story progresses, we learn that the couple are the child’s “pets” that her father has brought from Earth to live in her play village.

I wondered - what if we are stuck in a snow globe and every time our child shakes it, all types of havoc is wrought?

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Live Your Life and Forget Your Age

12/05/2024

What if most of us are not meant to succeed without the benefit of experience, introspection, and self-analysis that may come along with aging? To paraphrase Steve Harvey - not an overnight success, but an over time success?

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Dandelions?

07/17/2022

I watched some guy on TikTok show photos of all the nebulas and galaxies that were recently published. He mused how, in comparison, humanity was nothing, that we were spit, less than a grain of sand, but still so self-important.

His musings got me to wondering, why are we so caught up in our self-importance, often crushing others to make money or, even for no reason. I then wondered if our Creator would ever just blow us away like dandelions and move on to the next galaxy that They’ve created. Poof, be gone.

I wondered whether we were the prototype, and whether They improved the model as They went along, that maybe other galaxies, other planets have beings that are a billion times more capable than we are, and maybe have more capacity than us to love, to have compassion and empathy.

I wondered whether our Creator would be angry that I called humanity prototypes. But They know what we are, and They know what we’ve done, so maybe not. Creator basically gave us heaven on earth, and we destroyed it. Gave us everything we needed: sun, moon, water, food… and we ruined it.

Then there are those with power and those without power, and I wondered why we weren’t all equal from the beginning. Maybe we were supposed to be, but then greed created the split between the have and the have nots, and racism took care of the rest.

Then my brain hurt so I stopped musing.