The Software of Ourselves

2024.11.12

Good morning, that wonderful way.

How'd you sleep?

Really? That well?

Must be onto something then.

A better life for you, no doubt.

The persistent owl was at it again last night.

Abe circling the yard, nose in the air, gave it away.

A nightly BOP for the hound to recognize.

Slow blue words this morning.
Sunshine goes pale before burning bright.

Loop lines poet.
Look to the skies and loop the lines.

Still stars here.

Heard we have a second Moon for awhile. Wonder what it does to the tides.

Seasoned sailors and Scientists know.

Psychics, too.

Celestial sighters of horoscopes say so, for alliteration and your sake.

Believe in Divination?

Jung did.

Said something like: The tree outside the window of your childhood home affects your days in unspeakable ways.

In like manner, where the stars are in the sky, in relation to where you stand, affects you.

Maybe more.

It's a different night in your house with the light on.

Science brings fun toys, but science is only an option to the weather.

We do ourselves a great disservice leaving imagination out.

Though every conscious being sleeps and dreams, science leaves them out. Wasted hours in a daily planner.

Might as well have a doctor leave out breathing while checking your overall health, as to leave dreams out of the equation of what good health means.

They're obligatory, therefore purposeful. Perhaps even our purpose.

We spend so much time focused on battery life and physical safety. We forget what the cellphone, ourselves, can do.

Dream great dreams and make them real.

Imagination: The software of ourselves.

Sounds like purpose to me.

What's life for?

To dream great dreams, quiet or loud, and bring them to life, for Life.

Dream something simple, make it come true, take care, and have your better day.