I recently stumbled upon a song titled Exogenesis, by Muse that captured my attention and interest on a very high level. Not only is the composed music intriguing for its uncluttered yet haunting structure, the lyrics leaves one a lot to think about with its simplistic words. The piece is written in three symphonic parts and each part is one portion of the entire piece, which is a desperate plea for humanity and the world in which we live.

Released in 2009 I’m not sure how I missed this one, but I cannot get enough of it’s haunting words and melodic beauty.

Real, and heavy. Cathartic I guess. Just posted under the Musings tab is an essay titled ‘Yes, I Am Afraid’. Within the essay, Verb tense and Pronoun usage do not always match however; this is by design.

I wonder if a fleeting thought occurs for a reason, or if are they purely something random? When I was a kid I remember seeing a lightbulb burn-out, live. I happened to be looking at the bulb and it flashed then ‘went out’ while I was actively looking. At that point I knew seeing this phenomenon occur live was a rarity, since when bulbs burn-out they either flash and cease illuminating within the background or they just don’t illuminate when the flip is switch to the On position

That thought took me to wonder why I was witness to the bulb’s illumination terminating moment. Was that a random coincidence or did I see it occur live for a reason? Maybe the reason was so that I could continue to ponder the thought some 40 years after its occurrence.

Sometimes I think I shouldn’t be bothered with such trivial matter, but then I also think that others who don’t give these tiny events in life a second-thought are missing out on the complex process of human thought. Which then leads me to wonder why I am even writing about this?

Why?, because I can.

Yesterday morning I caught myself stirring my tea in the counter-clockwise direction. While this may seem meaningless to many, it wasn’t for me. Reason being is that I always stir my tea in the clockwise direction. I don’t even need to think about it because I know that I always do that. This the reason why stirring my tea in the counter-clockwise direction caught my attention. It signaled the anomaly detector in my brain.

Why did I do that? Would, or could it have significance on the rest of my day? If so, then what kind of significance? Does it matter that when this morning, while stirring my tea, I thought about yesterday’s counter-clockwise incident?

There must be a reason for that action, positive or negative. I wonder if this type of action would fall into the insignificant category..? And why I I ruminating about it now? It’s still ‘there’, that’s why. Does anyone else ever have such seemingly insignificant thoughts, yet very significant to the person, that it becomes something that needs to be pondered?

The gifted brain is one that is both blessed and cursed with such intensities. Intensities that matter because they are real. They exist in my genetic make-up. They are who I am.

While on my latest, and current venture I learned something from a couple of experts in the field that really resonated with me. Commit to the muse. The essential point of that simple statement was that an idea rarely just ‘comes out of nowhere’, it is developed. Achievement for any task or goal requires commitment, there’s simply no way around it. You either do something or you don’t.

Some may think that if there is nothing to say then nothing should be written. Wrong. Committing to the muse allows a writer to ‘get it out’, put it on paper, type it into an electronic document.

Musings don’t just happen, they are created. Whether meaningful or meaningless, they are part of the process. They are a means to write about ideas, thoughts and/or emotions, and they are essential.

Commit to the muse.

Yesterday was one of those days with beautiful images from Sky. Just posted under the Sky tab is only one of them. Go and see for yourself.

Ok, I am going to put it ‘out there’. I’ve been fascinated with this idea for weeks and have been doing a lot of research and reading on this topic. It’s even ‘scary’ to put in black and white because once I do, everyone knows. That’s ok though. One of the benefits of linear time is the release of inhibitions. It is what it is, and I am who I am.

I’m going to write a Screenplay.

There, I wrote it. This idea has now exceeded my desire to obtain a PhD, although that would also be nice to have.

I’m not looking for fame and fortune with the completed end-product, it’s an exercise, a learning experience. If, when completed, I feel that the story really has meat and bones, then I’ll pursue to market. At least, it will be an exciting process and that’s what writing is all about, the process.

Without the risk of failure, there is no success. Believe.

There was a time, before you and I were born, when others wondered what ‘it’ would be like in 2022. What would buildings look like? What would cars look like? How will we live in our houses?

The curiosity climb was amazing. Contraptions and inventions kept society moving forward, and for the most part, moving positively forward.

Looking forward, to 2052 let’s say, is only 30 years from now. Technology and computational ability is currently doubled approximately every 18 months. What will all of this look like then? Our cars, houses, products, form of communication, commerce, industry, government, all of it.

What/How will we be as individuals. Where do we go, from here?

It’s always good to try new things, as long as those ‘things’ bring value to oneself and are safe. I have many pages on this website that I have written for one reason or another. Main reason is I simply like to write. I’ve written and posted a poem along with many narratives that I’ve organized into categories.

Just posted under Musings is a ‘letter’ written and drawn from a lot of personal research. I think it is so applicable in many areas of anyone’s life really.

Successful attempts always start with an ‘I wonder’. I wonder if, I wonder where, I wonder when. I already have a new writing idea simmering in my thoughts, and it’s quite a monumental undertaking. However I am going to do it. I wonder if…

The sky today is overcast and to me it seems quiet outside. When I was a kid I had always equated overcast days with an impending something, and that ‘something’ always left me feeling uneasy. Although I could never pinpoint the uneasy feeling I did always wonder what it could be. Perhaps I was anxious over nothing. Perhaps I was a miscellaneous recipient or bystander during a difficult or challenging experience. Perhaps there is no correlation to any event and my imagination just did its thing.

Thoughts are awesome. We could play them in our minds as if we were reading a story in a book. We could ponder internally, we or write about them to keep record. Thinking however that thoughts should not be treated as discarded material.

It took an overcast day for me to write about this. Short piece, contemplative words used in a string we call, sentence.