“Holy shit, I’m in deep shit now.”

 When I am not goofing off in this temporary mortal human vehicle, silence is my home.  I am silence.

I was enjoying my silence when suddenly I heard screaming and crying and I  woke up inside a human terrestrial body.   Thankfully it’s a temporary disease, a short lived condition (the universe, that trickster, is at it again).   I was enjoying my silence when suddenly I heard screaming and crying and I  woke up inside a human terrestrial body.   Thankfully it’s a temporary disease, a short lived condition (the universe, that trickster, is at it again).  

Sixteen hours a day I am inside this new crybaby.  Thankfully I get to go home and enjoy my silence at least eight hours a day. I wonder how long this human will live.   Each human I enter is a mystery, a challenging adventure.  I never know what I am going to get.   I hope it’s not a vegetarian with a low IQ and club feet.  Last time I was here I yelled, “Holy shit, I’m in deep shit now.”  

Humans are the universe’s idea of a practical joke.  I could tell you a lot about the universe, but why bore you with facts that you, as a human, can never prove.  It’s easier to just believe your indoctrination, so instead I am going to tell you about humans, and how to enjoy yourself while alive being as a temporary avatar for the pleasure of the universe, but before that, I will tell you how it all began, you know, “In the beginning...and all that stuff.”

In the beginning there was space, uncreated space, the place where nothing was happening, no pizza, no ice cream, no life and death, no opposites.  It was silent, quiet, and peaceful, like being dead, and there were no intelligences to say different.  

Uncreated, self-existing space has a nature (how things work).  No one knows why space exists and why it has a nature.  It just does.  Space operates like a clock.  It has cycles, like the four seasons–the Winter of nothing; the Spring, Summer, Fall of something.  In Spring, shit happens, and in winter shit unhappens or goes dormant waiting for Spring to continue to do more shit.  

Energy and space are  co-conspirators.  Nothing can happen without a space for something to happen in, and energy is the happening.  

Humans don’t know much about energy, but they guess a lot, and have theories.  The fact is, energy goes dormant (loses its potency).   Like all “living things,” energy needs silence, sleep to regain its strength (just like you need sleep, silence, to replenish your energy) energy wanes, sleeps,  then re-surges, raises its head like a snake looking for prey.

If you notice, energy eats energy.  Energy is a cannibal, and physical death feeds physical life (from a human perspective).   How is that so?  You are an energy-being, or energy in the human form, and you eat a hot dog, which is energy in the form of a hot dog.  See, cannibals, energy-forms eating other energy-forms to get more energy.  

Anyway, in the beginning of a new cycle energy wakes from sleep, is energized during sleep, and does its nature, which is to spontaneously attract or repulse each other and “Walla,” intelligence is born, or self-creates itself.  Anyway, the beginnings of micro-intelligences are the results.  And as it is the nature of intelligence to become more intelligent as more energy particles gather, there are more intelligent forms.  And as one intelligence is more intelligent than another, and another more intelligent than it, the more intelligent ones eat the less intelligent ones, or rather, exert their power over less powerful ones (damn, that was a mouth full).  And that’s the end of the beginning, and here you are, energy playing a human, and me temporarily trapped in a human by the psycho universes’s idea of a practical joke.  

Don’t fool yourself, lie to yourself, or make up weird stories.  Earth is a beautiful, awesome, spectacular  and magnificent dog eat dog world, and you are one of its many temporary life-forms wondering what’s eating you until your last supper after which you will be supper for the earth.  In the meantime, here’s how to enjoy your time on the dinner plate.