If I were a man, like Jesus, Napoleon or Hitler, then I would be already free. Existing only in art and photograph, still sheltered in subconscious life. Free with branes and the dust of the universe. It is long, it is brief. Time quickly filled and passing. Events, some tragic, some empty, some captured by … Continue reading Life on Earth 2

In the beginning there was existence and existence was filled with nothing and so existence created dimensions, which were many forms of itself; and so it was at the first stage. Dimensions were filled with nothing and so existence created time; and so it was at the second stage. Time was filled with nothing; it … Continue reading Existence

I like to look at the old pictures, the black and whites, from long ago. They are the time machine of memories, some real, some not mine. They are all gone now, even the man behind the camera. “I will see you soon,” he said, and then he was gone as well. We are always … Continue reading Old Pictures