The calendar tells me today is the first day of May, often celebrated in honour of those who labour for others.

Having mown lawns, cleaned toilets and performed similar labourious tasks, I qualify as a labourer, one who set aside desires of instant gratification to invest in the companies and ideas for which I and others laboured.

Now I relax on this day, a holy one to many, and meditate with thoughts turned into recognisable symbols.

I wait for an interesting topic to hold my mental gaze while floods, fire and famine ravage our species.

What else is new?

If I do not think or write about a topic – person, place, thing or idea – then it does exist with me in this moment.

A single-engine plane flies overhead, perhaps an enterprising person piloting.

Have you ever watched ants pass data through a distributed network-based processing unit represented as an organic biological set of states of energy?

An aquarium heater will warm a tub of water overnight.

Sometimes meditation morphs into a nap. Now is such a moment.

Thanks to Beth at Carson’s Grille; Richard C., Chris and Whitney at Lowe’s.

Time to dream, envision our species 1,000 years from now again, when we and our current form of civilisation will appear barbaric and unenlightened.

“Be yourself – everyone else is taken.”

What have predictable orbits, with six planets in one section of the visible sky, got to do with the life of a carpenter bee or a luna moth?

If nothing, then why do you think they have anything to do with your life?

Sanity check. One, two, three.

Your eyelids are getting heavy. You can taste sleep at the back of your throat. Your head is nodding.

Now, repeat after me, “If my body can’t sense it, it does not exist.”