Space Gamblers

Space Gamblers Sip Pain and Pleasure Soup

Deep lethargy will envelope ye who stays the same. Complacency becomes your middle name and your life is lost in the game. Oft projected frequencies hiss with a static that reminds you of the word garbled. Feeling dizzy you rest for a moment, but the mind keeps on whizzing. Worried about tomorrow you fail to take care of today. Burdened with yesterday your present is a memory before it begins.

Doing a thousand things but none of them are quite right. It is better to clean the house and sit for a spell. Maybe in time the road will be smoother. Universality and the world need bridges that people can walk across. The span is vast and the arenas are moving farther apart. Only if we coax them together with song and celebration will many begin to arrive. Arm in arm we dance our way to the next moment of our lives.

There is a hill up ahead and I hear that behind it is a valley. People in this place whisper about things like Love, Death, Sex, and Enlightenment. Pain and pleasure are the flavors of the soup. Sometimes it is nice to add a little spice. How can it be that things pass away and leave us deserted? It must be a longer term plan to develop our finest inner sensibilities. Nobody can help us in this crushing and transformative process.

We are all gamblers or else we would not have come here. This is a wild and wondrous planet where anything can happen. Things can veer completely out of control. Even with best efforts, failure is quite possible and there are a lot of crazy variables. It is no surprise that humans like to build cages and hide in there. It is a modern version of bunkering in caves while dinosaurs thunder across the countryside.

Dependency is like a drug. It saps you of strength and dignity. Independence has to be claimed. In order to leave this Earth with integrity intact, one must be able to weather any storm. There will be plenty of time for resting in the graveyard. Find a way to pull yourself up again and again and keep going. We all make many mistakes on the road. Change is a given and we never know what its newness will create.

~Christopher Moors

1/10/2007