Examining our culture day after day, in small sets and supersets, in knots and patterned weaves.

That’s what I do.

I who do not exist.

This set of states of energy familiar with symbols we use every day but never notice how we use them.

I, who often sees the repetitiveness of my own actions, storylines and written conversations that felt original to me at the time but appear and reappear in culture after culture detailed in literature, politics, sports and everyday, common conversation.

Alone but not lonely.

Happy moments and indescribable moments.

Writing oneself out of the proverbial bag.

Just like the other seven billion of us.

Heartbeats.

Thought patterns.

The beauty of forgetfulness.

Rumours and strange fairy tales.

Reality translatable into a few thousand languages readily.

All the while attacking my body under bacterial/viral attack using over-the-counter medication containing fever reducers, antihistamines and other ingredients designed to address symptoms while the body does what it can to fend off the bacteria/viruses without doing itself in.

If I had one million dollars at my disposal, would I set aside two-hundred thousand dollars for a blast into space?

If I had one billion dollars at my disposal, would I set aside two-hundred million dollars for a trip to space?

Pithy quotes for the day:

• Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds.
  Albert Einstein
• A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines.
  Ralph Waldo Emerson
• Power is not alluring to pure minds.
  Thomas Jefferson
• Little men with little minds and little imaginations go through life in little ruts, smugly resisting all changes which would jar their little worlds.
  Zig Ziglar
• Great discoveries and improvements invariably involve the cooperation of many minds. I may be given credit for having blazed the trail, but when I look at the subsequent developments I feel the credit is due to others rather than to myself.
  Alexander Graham Bell
• How is it they live in such harmony the billions of stars – when most men can barely go a minute without declaring war in their minds about someone they know.
  Thomas Aquinas
• A dark and terrible side of this sense of community of interests is the fear of a horrible common destiny which in these days of atomic weapons darkens men’s minds all around the globe.
  Emily Greene Balch

Reading down the list of comments from hundreds of friends on facebook or randomly jumping from one blog to another puts me in a frame of thoughts that asks, “Why?”

Why do we use phrases like “little minds,” “pure minds” or “great spirits”?

If all is repetition, then does it matter whether we repeat ourselves on this planet or another celestial body?

Roads, houses, diseases, babies.

Social hierarchies and imaginary universes.

What if the wisest person who ever lived spent an isolated life as an Amazon tribal leader?

Visions haunt me, visions of plenitude and penitence, happiness and remorse, domesticated planets and untamed wilds.

My thoughts struggle between wanting to be a hermit left alone in the woods and a voice for our species that asks us to look up and see this planet and our life on it as putting all our eggs in one basket, begging and pleading to get us to dedicate our species to stretch our imaginations and live outside this comfort zone of a global ecosystem.

Otherwise, to me, all is repetition, numbing, morose.

If we care only to repeat history, then I might as well crawl back into a hole and live inside my imagination.

Small ideas for small thoughts inside a small set of states of energy, back to where I started.