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The first
billion population mark was breached by humankind in 1804-ish.
The second in
1927-ish, the third in 1960-ish, the fourth in 1974-ish, the fifth in 1987-ish,
The sixth in
1999-ish, the seventh in 2011-ish, the eight projected in 2024-ish,
The ninth for
2040-ish, and the tenth and beyond
whenever-ish.
Six billion in
a little over two hundred years.
To what beyond
the pale will Gaia allow us to take it
Before the
Malthusian reality finally kicks us down the line?
* * * *
The ephemeral
me-myself-and-I is but an intangible presence,
A glimmer of
the unknown imagining all its dreaming real.
* * * *
Do you move in time, or
does time move in you?
Do you do nothing, or does
nothing do you?
* * * *
There is
obviously no limit to God’s cruelty.
* * * *
What did you really
accomplish this day
But another flurry of
memories,
Already growing dim.
* * * *
It is consciousness that moves,
Not you, the stillness of awareness,
The unstained, infinite witness.
* * * *
Unravel the Gordian Knot
Bit by bit if your aim is
suffering.
Slice it in one fell swoop
if it is freedom.
* * * *
What tricksters these senses are,
Manifesting a reality that can never be
real,
Creating a reverie that can never be
more than a dream.
* * * *
Only through the ever-streaming,
ever-changing input of the senses
Does it seem that you are seeing,
hearing, tasting, smelling and feeling
This indivisible quantum-matrix
universe, a mirage of an inexplicable origin.
