disappearing thoughts like noise up in the el going who cares where

Those with little to say usually talk longer inversely proportionate to the value of what they have to say. It is easier to write a novel than a short story and a short story is easier to write than a poem. However, an acronym is the destruction of any deeper thought.

dead end kids not going anywhere

Why do we always want to make sense of everything? Even looking up into the sky there are those who try to make sense out of the cloud formations. It is like reading tea leaves. Notice the future is involved? If we did not want to make sense of everything what would that say about our future? Talking to an atheist is like talking to a dead end kid. He is not going anywhere. If he is not going anywhere then he did not get here. He has no existence. No Exit means No Entrance. Sounds like a good title for a book if it only made sense.

gentlemen! start your engines!

We are strong in our greatest weakness. Because we are not able to know all that can be known in order to make an informed decision, we are forced to rely on faith in whatever decisions we place our faith in. This is luck for us because it is only through faith forcing us to connect to a power source outside ourselves, a unique relationship to each one of us alone. If power came within we would be God and with God power within Himself implodes, creating big bangs.

the far future is farfetched

How we speak about someone tells us less about who or what we are speaking about and more about ourselves than we often realize. We are all in some pretty strange orbits if we could only track ourselves from outside ourselves. Any way you look at it, an idea to be new or revolutionary, giving us a leap ahead, has to be by definition, farfetched.

thoughts like switches

The big problem we have to solve is how to get our ideas into the temporary concrete world. We externalize second what we are internalizing first. How is this accomplished? What is this thinking, night and day dreaming, all about? How much can we practically hope to control?  I sense our thoughts can be like switches turning something in the concrete on and off. By concrete I sense it would be electrical and/or magnetic. Our thoughts could be like fingers on a mouse pointing. Perhaps if one stretches the envelope too far we need best to slip into fiction if we are to start the process off.

even empty is something

There has to be more to everything we see around us beyond conscious physical effort and any the force of our will to survive, only to fail. My understanding is that it is generally accepted Einstein thought space was empty. I do not believe anything is empty. It may be unseen but it is not empty. It is very likely energy, like gravity. If this is true, then we may ourselves have come from the unseen. When we complete our orbit, we may return there. It may even be that science is one of the arts and life is more art than science. Even fiction is more believable than fact.

act quickly but think faster

Time is an illusion. We do not have as much of it as we think. What we say think and do is what we become without really contemplating the future of it.

nature of the word emotion

Energy divided by motion is emotion, by which the Spirit speaks. Or if you prefer, by which abstractions speak. However, an abstraction does not have much Spirit, or any emotion within itself, and so is likely to end up as ruminations. To actually accomplish anything one must think like the actor James Dean. Meeting Dean on the sidewalk, so this was told, his former acting roommate, who did not make it big time like Dean, told Dean in so many words you really wanted to be an actor, you were not just going through with it. And all this too is spirit.

if anyone understood all it would be easy to forgive all

We must forgive for our own benefit. Only God, the personification of existence, forgives by forgetting for our benefit. Holding anything against another, whether justified or not, holds me back, turns me inward, halts growth which is itself always outward. It diverts my energy and my spirit. I cannot grow or create as an expert on what is wrong. I can be even right about what is wrong and still be neutralized in an obscure margin of productive creativity. In the same manner I consume production in order to produce. Just as taking an offense makes me offensive, not forgiving a wrong stalls me on the wrong. Focus on anything wrong makes me wrong, also by definition. My spirit wants to leave for the stars to survive, to exist even as the universe expands, to exist. I must grow, or die where I am, as do all.

so what's the story?

If  we can believe then we have the conduit to bring the abstract existence we believe into concrete existence. However, while believing is a force, the power of it must be connected outside ourselves. If the power to believe is connect to ourselves we would implode. If it is connected outside ourselves then we have to power to explode the abstract we believe into the concrete physical world created from the unseen. We are all stories. Everyone is a story. My story is that I do not know the whole story. But I found for myself a pretty good story, a story that is like no other story anyone has ever heard. He let others tell his story, He did not speak it himself. His story is that he not only raised someone from the dead but he raised himself from the dead. No one has ever heard a story attempted like that before. He is the first one with that story and so he is the author of it and no one call ever tell a story like that ever again. Now the story is essentially this, that you believe and that the spirit of the thing is the actual fact even before it becomes a concrete fact. The letter of the law can evade the spirit of the law. In order to believe something we have to have a power outside ourselves. If I had this power within myself I would self destruct in the act of exerting this power. We cannot plug into ourselves. So we have to choose the power we want to believe in and the only power I am willing to trust outside myself is the full story of one called Jesus the Christ. His story has many witnesses. His story was told in countless written accounts that have survived. I understand only one copy of Homer survives and yet many believe this story even as the many witnesses to the story of Jesus is doubted by these same people. These witnesses do not all agree which indicates they are not operating in concert. Everyone has a different witness. Every single one of us has only one witness. It is either our own and ours or is copied from someone else and is theirs. This is my witness and it is given for my own benefit and not to persuade anyone else. Everything we say we say for our own benefit even if we think we are trying to persuade others. We are persuading ourselves to build faith in what we are saying. Whatever the hearer of my witness thinks or does with their interpretation of my witness is to their credit or blame, not mine. So I suspect we all need to be careful what we hear, that it is the same of what we speak. What we speak is what we create if we believe what we speak, providing we plug our belief into a power that explodes for us and will not implode against us. What we say of others is the same for ourselves even as it comes from within ourselves. The tormented man curses the mirror. As Walt Kelly's Pogo is said to have said, We have met the enemy as he is us. This is why it is may be better to bless the mirror.