WE WILL BE< FOREVER MORE< THE HUMAN RACE

Paranoia by Jeremiah Kauffman

      Someday there will be monuments to Dick and Gibson alongside Milton and Homer, and William Blake will be held in the same regard as Yeshua Ha-Nozri. Our dreams will be safely suspended above the memory of Kepler, and Plato will become irrelevant and obsolete. We will colonize every niche of the solar system; we will master every atmosphere and stratosphere. We will find ways to travel and live, in, around, and under every surface, solid and fluid, and in the vacuums all around.----      Some of us will know  the cold dawn of Mars ; tempered by familiar Sol. The dark, swirling clouds of Jupiter will be pregnant with our craft, navigating the nebulous Tempest, a calm communion with Ba'al over flies. We will bleed Venus until she is dried up, and settle down on her crusty shores. We will hold Mercury in our artificial hands like a burning token and plant earrings in the rings of Saturn. With the thumb of industry and the forefinger of technology, we will flick old Hades into the Void and kiss the sisters, Uranus and Neptune.------------------------------------------------      We will be, forevermore, the human race.-------------------------------------------------------------------      I love the word frequency; it describes so many things; visible and invisible light, soundwaves; waves can be real or abstract, the vibration that heats a rock or the pulse of light that makes your eyes work. The ranges are constant, like a roadmap, a compass that points in foreign directions.-------------      I want to see liquid ozone and frozen ozone; it changes color, gets darker, I wonder if it's beautiful.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------     This night has gone nowhere. Will I carry on normally tomorrow or has my mind spent to long in isolation? Ineed to rest but the sun is about to come out. I know this feeling well, disregarding tomorrow for the sake of a night of fantasy, living in reverse, choosing to experience the reward followed by the punishment. I feel like a mess. Is it my mind or is there something wrong with my body? All I can do is cling to the hope that in a few days things will return to normal.------------------          by Jeremiah Kauffman    March 26, 2008            jeremiahkauffman.deviantart.com