The world is a dog eat dog place. Nobody is permanently happy. Everything is temporary and everybody is eternally unsatisfied. I say this because my dogs keep barking at the moon or I don’t know what. One minute I love them, and the next I want to hit them in their heads with a shovel and bury them right there in the backyard. After some hesitation, I decide to come out and kick the hell out of them to control the pandemonium before someone calls the police. Instead, I pet them and sit next to them. Then, I lie down and they begin to lick my face. All is forgotten and forgiven.
The sky is dark blue and cloudless, all my troubles subside. My spiritual side emerges and I become a cheap philosopher, a deep thinker. The infinite number of stars, planets, rocks or universes amazes me like no other thing in the world. I read that you and your dog, the earth and the moon are made of the same kinds of atoms as glittering stars. Dark matter, dark energy and mostly empty spaces. Even empty spaces are full of miniscule nothings. From the smallest atom to the biggest solid star or planet, everything is made out of tiny particles. It must be hard to explain even to scientists, all the mysteries of the galaxy. Where does it end? Where does it start? What’s the smallest part of the smallest part of an atom? And to think that our planet is the only one that could support life is absurd. And like a little child I wonder, where do the stars go during the day? Behind the Sun? Yeah, behind the Sunlight. Did you know that in Venus a day is longer than a year? Yes, it's so silly but it's true.
I can't imagine what they'll find, if the world and the universe still exist in a thousand years. And then I go deeper in my thoughts and I ask myself, "is there anybody out there?" and the only answer I hear is Pink Floyd. And then I think about the Big Bang theory, and a silly show comes to mind. Maybe it will all end with a bigger bang.
I don’t believe in Astrology, although I know that the stars can guide travelers, or is that Astronomy? Anyway, I think Astrology is the worst kind of baloney if I want to learn about my future or my love life.
Looking at the stars makes me feel small and insignificant, and I don’t need that, as it is, I feel inferior in size and in intelligence (without being a complex). All these profound thoughts have no importance in my everyday life, but they keep me more entertained than most things they show on TV or what I read in the internet. In the end it makes me think that nothing matters, nor my life, nor my friends, nor my future, much less what I'll leave as a legacy to this world. I’m nothing and I believe in nothing, life is meaningless. And if you are the opposite of me, I’m glad for you.
I wonder what my dogs are thinking. Do they think I’m the best master in the universe? Or that I’m full of shit? No, for sure they believe I’m the best master that ever lived, and they’re right. I’m the only master they’ve known. I’m kind, smart and profound. Damn! The little dog just peed on my leg.
Edmundo Barraza
Lancaster, Ca. Jun-04-2015
http://accomplishedignorant.blogspot.com
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