Waves

You're not the dot. You're in the dot.

For the several thousand years humans have been around, I with my 20 years of exploring the great forest called life have little right to comment on The Great One. But then again, for the several billion years the universe have been around, the chronological footprint of humans is somewhat similar to an ant’s ass on an aeroplane. So I guess I can take a leaf out of my ancestors and hypothesize a theory on.. yes, god.  

If you’ve followed my blog closely or happen to know me personally, then I’m sure you’re aware that my faith in god  gives cows a better chance to exist in space. Basically, Im an atheist.
Yet. (This is so cliché) While at the beach today, I had somewhat of an epiphany. God doesn’t give a shit what I think. Hell, he doesn’t give a shit what anyone thinks. God isn’t a dude who has to worry about respect in the society or a chick with emotions and stuff. God isn’t a person at all. It’s not even a power. God is in the chaos of nature around us. Stand in front of the sea, and see the waves crashing onto the sand, and then pulling you back in with them. Watch the receding water caught in the sand being met with the lapping waves much like relatives greeting a kid returned home. (Quintessential The Bucket List reference coming up) Hear the sound of the wind atop a mountain. God is the bewilderment you get when you find the measure of yourself against the whole frikking universe. You think an Olympic sized swimming pool is big? Try the ocean. On a planet. Among seven others. In one part of a galaxy. Among several others. Beyond which we mortals cannot see. Standing on a beach, You have a very vague idea, but clearer than standing in a city, as to exactly where you are on the world map. Try zooming out on that. Im not saying god is what makes us feel small. God is in just realizing there are things far greater than us. Sitting and thinking “Ha, you’ve seen nothing yet.” That’s god. We can’t see beyond.. what? Five miles with our naked eye? There are people who’ve seen the planet. And yet that planet is a dot on an A4 sheet. And you’re in that dot. Much much smaller than that dot.

I'd much rather sit and admire this than being told it's a "rad
place to pop a beer bro" by some douchebag on facebook

And yet we fail to appreciate these things. We’ve complicated and perverted our lives to the point where our brains fail tocomprehend silence. First thing we have to do when we see a great view is call upon the great Blackberry and take a picture so we can facebook it for the likes and OH MY GAWDs(That spelling is the reason god decided not to exist). Whatever we’re doing, we’re doing it wrong. If you want to find god, go make yourself feel small. Physically. Which doesn’t mean you stand next to a seven feet tall human. We have mountains many times higher than that. I know I have a meeting with the old man the day I visit the Great Canyon. When you know you’re like a speck of dust in a desert, you WILL find god.

And sorry for the absence peeps. Lazy and stuff. You know me. I try to keep up. Keep the corners of the lips up, woes down and teeth out. Toothy smile is the way to kill blues. 

Love,
Dead Poet.

P.S:
If however, you expect me to believe god pushed the lever on the TNT to create big bang and is also the Shakespeare of our lives,