Ode to the End of the World, and assorted ramblings. You were expecting depth?!

It now seems it can't be stopped
So let's go out with a bang.
Let's end the show, and make damn sure
In the Firmament, Earth doesn't hang.

Nuclear war? Hell, yeah let 'er rip
Press those buttons for all we are worth.
And when the dust settles, and no man's left alive
Then cockroaches shall rule all the Earth.

Venus will laugh, Mars mourn our passing
And Jupiter will sob for his son.
But we will be gone (and its only our fault!)
So let's at least have us some fun.



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Somehow I saw that one coming out slightly better than it did. And also rather longer. It's hardly an Ode to anything, except maybe an Ode to the Diminuitive.
Hell its barely long enough to be a haiku!

Its length doth shame me
Lowly do I hang my head -
Inadequacies.


Funny thing is, i may actually prefer that haiku. Never really appreciated them before.





Synchronicity

Alright its a rather grand-sounding word, dont you think? Its just the name of a concept i heard about from dominic several years ago. (time flies too damn fast. that day at tiong bahru seems like last week or something. in reality, i think its at least four years) As far as i can remember, the basic idea is that of coincidence-with-purpose-or-design. I may be wrong (like galatic cataclysmic events, this does happen once or twice a millenia) but I think that was the gist of it.



So here's my version: two weeks ago dominic (amusing how this all wouldn't have happened without him - p'raps i should explore that in greater depth) told me I had to read a book by Ursula LeGuin (quite the writer! - and that's about the understatement of the century, i'm sure many would say) called Always Coming Home. Anyone familiar with it?
Anyhow. He got the book down off his shelf, showed it to me, then said I couldn't borrow it because that would be the book he would snatch up if he was facing the End of the World - or maybe the End of His World, which is to all intents and purposes the same thing as far as he's concerned, of course - but he did highly recommend it. Also included in this list of information was the joyous speculation that I would find it very hard to get. How jolly! To be presented with a book apparently WORTH reading (unlike much of the drivel that's widely available) and then to be told i'll quite likely never get to read it.

So.

Later that day, I was at church and one of the ladies comes up to me (side note: for some reason this woman thinks that her and I are both bookworms and "buddies" because of our interest in dead flattened tree matter. She's the "Da Vinci Code" sort, get the picture? I havent' quite worked up the heart to say we're pretty much chalk and cheese... it just sounds too elitist) and says that there's a book which i simply MUST read, because its so amazing. 'cept she didn't bring it with her on that day - i'd have to wait till next week. Alright sure! i was thinking it'd be some dan brown-readalike or something.

So the next week rolls in and then i'm face to face with the same woman again. She pulls out a book, and LO AND fucking BEHOLD its the very same book! Even the same edition! The thing is, I heard about the book, was denied the book, received prophesy to the tune of "You'll never read it!" and then was given the opportunity to read the book (and strangest of all from a person i never would have expected to be the "One" to give it to me) all within one day. Just didnt know how this all fit together until the next week.


Life's a funny thing.



Question is - Pure coincidence? Or synchronicity? If you favour the former, then you're of the opinion that things just happen at random (Or maybe you're a proponent of Chaos Theory and believe that we just don't know enough about our universe yet. Fair enough). But what does it mean to favour Synchronicity? I think it must be that there's some greater design or purpose behind our lives, and ostensibly not a divine one (because its much easier to say "Oh look! It must be God!" than "Oh look! It must be Synchronicity!" .its very simple. 6 syllables versus 10) because, for real, otherwise people would just say God, methinks. Synchronicity seems to me to be an idea thought up in order to escape that.


So that means the Universe, or God, or some alien collective consciousness, wants me to read "Always Coming Home". Who knows - after reading this, you might have someone come up to you and offer you a copy of it as well. In which case I will have been an instrument of the Universe, God, or some Alien Collective Consciousness. Rather a cumbersome title - plus it'd make the world's longest name tag!




Walk this way - Aerosmith