The remembering vision I saw of me coming to Earth from outer space as an entity that looked like an oyster pearl, but wasn't, has begun to signify to me that what life essentially and seminally IS, finds planets it can inhabit and evolves to what we ex-is-t as from soup to nuts.
I'm speculating with abandon, that the energy or force that propelled this pearl to the planet some of us call Earth came from the holocaust of the last planet we inhabited, and overcrowded, and blew to smithereens, because we hadn't resolved the problem of having to start all over again on another inhabitable planet from the level of the pearl again.
In my re-me-ing vision, and by my inadequate Earthly calculations, it took billions of Earth years just to evolve my pearl into a one-celled animal. That sped things up by orders of magnitude, but by the time we evolved into animals who could send space probes with advanced life on them to inhabitable planets, then we'll have to depend on nuclear holocaust to make life into a solar sail to take life there, again as a bunch of seed pearls that eat up the planet before they can evolve to homo sapiens.
"We" are the intelligent aliens we expect to invade Earth eventually as prophesied by Hollywood. Each of us arrived here as "pearls" and evolved over billions of years into what we appear to be now. In my opinion, that's a real problem for life. That is, supposing that "life" is what's here, that ain't on dead planets like the Moon or Mars. All of it. Water, air, but not necessarily earth or fire.
I believe there is an Atlantis type place in the universe where life has been able to go there already evolved as humans when they arrived. Instead of having to start from scratch in such primitive forms as pearls. But, according to my latest idiocy, about all they might accomplish before entropy in this closed system took over would be to make a few pyramid doodads to show that "Kilroy wuz hyah."
I wrote another poem in response to this guy that only subscribed to the Thomas list fairly recently. At least, he's only been posting under his current handle recently. I seem absolutely sure he's mo' bettah at using other people's experiences as if they were his own than me. He appears to assume he knows what other people mean by what they write better than they do themselves. Why would he betray himself in this manner?
HUM JOBS
Squirrelly, "squirely",
pudding and pie.
We only kiss girls
to make them cry,
and weep and moan,
and pule unending,
but without
the boilerplate
po'lite befriending.
For to gnow
is to be known
without further
introduction,
and to hope
without "knowing"
for some chrome
removing
suction.
Every thang is bassackwards
when it co-me-s to the end,
and sometime or the other
(my fair weather friend),
what seems to be ain't,
and what ain't is what wuz,
and what makes a soul faint
is what makes they taint
buzz...
© Today, 2009
I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
