the power of words

Longing for Gravity | The Mars Configuration | Space Bones and a Longing that Will Never End

Longing for Gravity | The Mars Configuration | Space Bones and a Longing that Will Never End


You are on a mission to Mars. Because of the length of the journey, you will never be able to return to Earth. What about our blue planet will you miss the most?

I am already feeling the effect of space bones. I am becoming long and elongated, oh how I wish for gravity. Since it only takes 300 days to get to Mars, I know that this is no mission. This is a forced removal. An optimal launch has been made, when the Earth and Mars opposition is around 55,000,000 km. This can’t be good, it can only mean the worst, my mind flips through horrifying possibilities. Just like Sam on the Moon and his AI GERTY, am I too, to be cloned for some helium 3 or other mineral mining? Will some shadow of me toil away for an unscrupulous organisation, or will some AI of me toil away amongst the Mars heavy metals? I know no human can survive the ionising radiation of the Martian surface, nor the overall total configuration of Mars. I contemplate the configuration of the human mind that can conceive of depriving others of liberties, cold-heartedly manipulating life as if objects. How I will miss the inter-connectedness of all life on Earth, even though the Earthly deterioration is close to a cataclysmic implosion. Goodbye blue planet, goodbye loves, goodbye all that has made life meaningful. Whatever happens, as I write this know that my loves have been true, I will always feel everything, smell everything, touch everything, know everything, in a longing that will never end.


Break the Silence | “Our Lives are not Our Own” (Sonmi)


Break the Silence #DailyPrompt

When was the last time you really wanted (or needed) to say something, but kept quiet? Write a post about what you should’ve said.

Speak! Bring out the unspoken. Make it real. Put it on the table. Look at it! Hear, see, feel it. Unsheath the sword. Look into my eyes, make a connection. This is me, this is you.

“…focused within the confines of the felt presence of experience” ~ Terence McKenna

Look to this moment, tomorrow is not yet, yesterday a mirage. Break the chains of the icy tomb of silence. Speak!

In the words of: Sonmi-451:

“Our lives are not our own. From womb to tomb, we are bound to others. Past and present. And by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future.” Cloud Atlas.

What is your crime, what is your kindness? How are you bound to others? Speak! Birth your future.

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The Last Thing I Ever Say


Do you think it is possible to grow into the following recounting by Benjamin Zander, of the words of an Auschwitz survivor, she said that she vowed:

“I will never say anything that couldn’t stand as the last thing I ever say”?

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