Hieroglyphic Scientific Mumbo Jumbo

2024.06.13

Good morning that wonderful way.

And here we are with Abe again and it's morning and the robins are on the concrete by the covered pool, not such a cesspool pool anymore.

And the words and there's medicine and there's you.

And there's You.

And there's landing from heavy dreams unremembered because consciousness has a tough time placing symbols on them.

And so, we keep going to keep it going.

Like you've been away at camp metaphysic for the past few years.

Away at some Holy destination, usually a one stop destination because who would ever wanna come back?

But you came back.

An epiphany isn't a one-way ticket, you remind Heaven.

Just because you got a return trip doesn't mean you have to use the flight back.

Trade it in for some airline points or get your money back.

Heaven reminds you.

But you left something behind.

Something Heaven can't give you.

A chance.

You left your chance back at that home that never was a home for you.

Now there's good morning and those dreams that don't have symbols strong enough to put into shareable language.

Hieroglyphic scientific mumbo jumbo, remove gumbo and make it last.

Jargon for a newspaper reporter to pay his water bill with.

What are we talking about?

More importantly what are we writing about?

And what's the difference these days?

When we move from a spoken to a written race, how does the race be run?

Can an emoji ever replace a smile?

Can a dot at the end of a line ever replace an exhale?