Everybody’s crying, “The world has changed!”

Everybody’s screaming, “Gotta seek revenge!”

Calling out to god to make things right again

Make it right and take away the pain

But what is Right has been wrong all along

Everbody’s got to sing a different song

Here I’m worrying about rhymes -- at a time like this! The world’s taking a dive to the Dark Ages and people are crawling in holes of fear and god. Taking what the power tells ‘em. Taking it to the chops and up the ass, and they still hold on like if they slip there won’t be any ground to fall upon but only ever endless space. Falling like they were on an eternal edge of sleep, dreaming they’re falling and waking to find themselves falling, when all they got to do is stand up and look down at their feet and see the planet spinning day to day, with ants and bugs and bunnies and bears strolling by – coughing and choking – but still strolling by. Instead they’re looking up and out and seeing nothing but darkness. So they fall up, not down. They fall up, screaming, “God save us!”. And god is what they’re falling into -- the black endless lonely abyss of Our Lord. Fearing death, they settle for Lifelessness.

Wake up, life is here. The connection is Here. Fill in the blackhole above your head, stand on the whole beneath your feet. Take all your tossed away trash, and the trees and birds and bees of your lifetime compost pile. Take the plastics and paper dollars you’ve been saving for a rainy day, and pour them all into the hole above your head. Now jump up. Hit your head on it. Pack it in, pack it up. Tamp it up. See how solid it is. See how grave it is. You’ve buried your god with your wasted life. Now get on with it.

The earth turns under your feet whether you move or not, so why not start down a new road? Instead of climbing ladders and stairs, trying to float away and levitate yourself through eternity, start walking. The worst you can do is end up back where you started but wherever you end up, maybe you will see that this is it. This is your life. This is your world. There is no sky daddy to give you permission or show you the way. These other people are your brothers and sisters, and every other living thing isn’t yours at all.