Other than my wife leaving the house to drive to her place of work, the cats sleeping on the bed, one person biking past the house and several people driving too fast down the street, the world and the universe I know expresses itself through green leaves, sunshine, the taste of Earl Grey Tea, the wasted heat in the visible spectrum emanating from a desk lamp and the tactile sensation of the round keys on this Kindle.

Two books, courtesy of my sister, I read today:

1. “Brain Storms: A Collection of Free Verse, Thoughts of an Aging Man,” by David R. Torrence
2. “My Stroke of Insight: a brain scientist’s personal journey,” by Jill Bolte Taylor, Ph.D.

In my thoughts, I contemplate writing a story about teenagers who use coded language about attending a football game to go on a spree of smashing automobile windows in a carpark somewhere else (shopping mall, for instance), stealing nothing, making money for local windscreen replacement companies, instead.

The pain of our murderous species reverberates through me one more day, driving my desire to kill, kill, kill, literally, figuratively, or literarily.

Do I feed or starve my fears and aggressiveness?

After today, I’ll lay off the personal criticism associated with yellow journalistic muckraking and get back to building a better future for our planet, our species included.

My laptop computer hard drive crashed. I contemplate simplicity – Puppy Linux or Chubby Puppy Linux with OpenOffice- or old bloatware – Microsoft Windows or Apple OSX Lion with Microsoft Office.

Today is Friday.

Technology can wait while I contemplate the interconnectedness of nonanthropocentric nature.

Just me, a mug of tea, my imagination and the luxury of a low-stress stimuli, sunlit morning.