Do Not Alight Here

In other words, keep going.

In other words, science sounds scientific.

In other words, the sound of silence may be felt but not heard.

Since the sun is a machine that converts hydrogen gas into helium, it stands to reason that black holes dark orbs mirror the absolute beast which reduces and liquefies all before banishing matter to an impressive abyss where—since light refuses to venture there—everything solidifies barring ejection into a potentially endless fall.

In other words, Medusa is a real meanie.

In other words, who the hell knows?

But you do understand why things might heat up at some point while trying to achieve the impossible.

The erosive effect caused by nothing’s hopeless quest to delete itself from being gives rise to things and stuff.

Ponder the futility of striving to remove something that isn’t even there in the first place.

If no thing’s around, then nothing exists.

What exists must energize.
Energy moves.
Movement heats.
Dominoes fall.

Existence basically maps a complex network of cyclical conversion each way.

It’s an underlying, ongoing, intensifying, everlasting, awe-inspiring process that imbues progress with the possibility to produce profound profession atop precipitous possibility.
It’s kind of where we came from.
It had to be.
It’s why I’ve thought all my thoughts that I continue rethinking.

Every time, it fits—each time more snugly than the last.

Hydrogen pooled its resources and made helium, the source of light/heat within the omnipotent, almighty sun.
Within all the stars in the universe.

In more ways than one, we really are light.

Heat, fuel, sparks, warmth, energy, fire, matter, time—stuff to take and make, loads of things to do, places to go, people to see, and finally room to breathe.

Together, we occupy space for the pulsing beat that moves chaos, a place for disorderly conduct and emotive outbursts, gathering storms over pooling resources, sure footing on cresting waves, a communal way of life, a meaningful energy, a purposeful existence, a need for speed, flavors to forget or remember, experiences to taste and waste, internal combustion, caloric intake, metabolic outtake, things to work in and push out, currency to inflate, an inspired movement, fertile creation, and the chance to hope for luck, all in brilliant living color as a new moment in time unfolds every single solitary nanosecond.

In other words, we got lit!

You’ve surely never been more alive than you are now.

The time has come to get busy living.

Hydroelectric regeneration.
In other words, the genesis of hydrogen.

Life has been leaving breadcrumbs and documenting answers since the get-go.

We each belong to a certain generation.

We also all belong to a single generation.

No matter who you are, we embody, fuel, and motivate Generation Water.

We’re all on the same team.

“Gee Dubs for life,” some may {not} say.

Perhaps the thing that made us has the right stuff to save us.

We should be sourcing more energy from the surefire resource that always falls at some point in time after going up.

Water.

In other words, we should be prioritizing the penultimate molecule that keeps us from dying only just below breathable oxygen, its complementarily airborne counterpart.

There are two types of people in this world—those who fear the unknown, and those who let it excite them.

Be the type that matters.

That’s that.
We’re pretty much done here for now.
The time has come to start.
Here it is.
Right now.
No, really, right.
Do it now.
Please?
Take charge.
Own yourself.
Make a difference and see the ripples radiate.
The other option is to sit still and watch the walls close in.
If you ask me, the choice basically makes itself.

We need to share.

The reason we share is so that we can exist, and the reason we exist is so that we can share. How can that be any more obvious?

All this madness really does boil down to simple physics.

The reason we can move is so that we may need.
Ready?
The next step is to set.
After that, we all know what to do.
We’ve known all along.

We should thank our lucky stars that we still have an opportunity to change for the better.

We are lucky to be alive.

Each moment represents a special occasion.

Pressure is unavoidable, but in concert we have access to all the time and energy we need.

Make a choice.

Keep in mind that if you don’t move, we all lose.

We.
Need.
To move.
Immediately.
Let’s fucking go.

This is for all the marbles in our universe.

In other words, I don’t know what I’m talking about.

In other words, this could be, in actual fact, just maybe, for all intents and purposes, what I’ve been meaning to say.

Weirdly, I’ve managed to hear my way back in time.
I mean, right?
Ha!
Probably only for like, a minute, or whatever.
But still!
Blame atomic degradation.
Could the meaning of life be to remember where you came from?
Oh, the poetry of that.

What if you had been born yesterday?

What if, today, you woke up?

Better late than never, eh?

Indeed, rising too rapidly forecasts disaster, and this fact remains in spite of individual interpretation.

Our long, colorful, storied history has already been traced.

We didn’t do this on our own. Nor can we go it alone.

In fact, all alone, we cannot be.

Here’s the deal.

Life evolved at the bottom of the ocean in the dark thanks, in part, to motherly instincts—in other words, sensitivity to light.

We already know that the modern human eye originally evolved to see underwater.

We do not suffer from gephyrophobia [fear of bridges].

Tell me you don’t feel the beat.
Tell me your heart has never bled.
Tell me we don’t have similar emotional responses to music.

Do the thing, y’all.
With the gaps.

How many devices can YOU name more complicated than the eye?
Just the one to which it connects, yes?
Use your brain.

We rose from the ocean thanks to a sensitivity to light.
We can’t get too close.
It’ll burn.
Tell me.
You’re not.
Sensitive.
To light. 
And don’t sound dumb.

While not sounding dumber, tell me evolution is fake.
Tell me it’s not real.

Even though you’ve seen all the things, tell me your eyes lied.

Tell me you haven’t personally evolved.

In another word, think.

Fine, I’ll spell it out.

In order to see, we had to feel, hear, smell, and taste.

The gift of sight doesn’t guarantee true perception.

Have you glimpsed the truth?

Crank up your imagination.
Listen to your heart.
Trust your intuition.
Open your eyes.
Try your luck.

With an open mind, your line of sight will naturally follow.

Look.

This is actually real.

We aren’t just on the same wavelength, people.
We are the same wavelength.
We embody the wavelength.

Tell me you don’t feel a hunger in your gut.
Tell me your life has gone according to plan.
Tell me curiosity does not linger.
Tell me something isn’t missing.

For the sake of argument, let’s pretend that you are not fumbling through space and time trying to make sense of your surroundings.

Tell me, then.

What in the hell are any of us doing?

We are trying to think back and remember where we came from so that we will realize what we are.

Back when we were just trying to matter.
Back when we were pure.

In other words, remember that shit??

Know why dogs are man’s best friend? Because they only want to lead you to safety.

How would you describe the natural instinct you feel toward the ones you hold most dear?

Is there anything you wouldn’t do for your kinfolk?

In other words, dogs love you because you’re family, not because you feed them.

In other words, family provides more comfort than food.

Tell me you’ve never seen a dog showing off.

In other words, tell me you’ve never seen the light in their eyes.

Speaking of feline temperament, cats must stick around only because we feed them.

In other words, in the eyes of a pussy, humans are a contingency plan.

In other words, a kitty’s affection is conditional.

In other words, this just in, apples are NOT, in fact, oranges.

In OTHER words, a girl’s love depends on a boy’s loyalty.

Ohh.

No wonder we’ve always been cripplingly enamored with love.

I’m messing with you.

But you do know that your the mind exists separately from your body, right?

Surely by now you’ve felt that.

Think back on your life.

Who are you?

We know who you are.

You are who we have always been.

If you were forced to choose right now between one or the other, would you rather have a new body or a new mind?

You are not the bag of bony, fleshy water you carry around.
You’re the other thing.
You’re in control.
Nice!
Now what?
Don’t look at me.
I’m as lost as ever!

Think of it thus. I went spelunking inside my head. I got turned around. I need help finding my way outta this mess of 86 billion neurons or so. These words chain together and form the rope tied to my waist. I fear that I’m not strong enough to remain alone in the dark for much longer.

Find me.

Please, if you will.

Especially if I’m delusional.
Especially if I’m not.

In 2018, the switch in my head would flip.
In 2019, we should start figuring it out.
Could there be a more perfect first year than 2020 for our collective vision to see racial unification?

In conclusive summary, emotion equals your brain at the speed of thought².

I know for a fact that I don’t understand all this crap.
I just feel like I know where to point—