24 hours and its here, 24 hours later, it will be here again

2003-02-05, 3:28 p.m.

he circadian rhythm, continuing no matter how far away you look, runs through humans like particles. look at your chest rise, fall. feel the heat, then the cold, and not from teh weather. find yourself slipping in and out of daydreams, but you never lost interest. continual, connected, unending.

even the culture we have, its heart rate changes in centuries, but then returns like it had never skipped a beat a century later. watch the precher on TV convince the crowd, and watch them shiver and fall, yelling in tongues; colonial america was no different. dont close them, your eyes, because you cant miss the show, and the acotrs, they want it to be a new spin off of a shakespearian tragedy.

part of me thinks its the educated part of consciousness that has a problem with the roundabout way events occur, because no animal has cried about it yet. the zebras dont complain when they are hunted, because intuition assures them its happened before, and it will happen again. my english teacher said all those animals are zen masters, completely unmoved by a questioning of nature.

maybe someday it will be the same here, on this human earth, with billboards buzzing, and magazine advirtisements playing the Sapranos theme song with a fuzzy hissing tone.