PCP020- Fleas?

Lines drawn at four o'clock in the morning.

PCP020

I couldn't sleep again last night. Creativity has a way of nudging you to get up or keeps you from sleeping.

Random lines drawn on four inch by six-inch paper. Subconscious particles of incomplete images and thoughts, the flotsam and jetsam of a restless mind. You may read what you will from the little images, meanings may be formed in your own mind. Such is the way of human nature, to find meaning in all things.

What if things have no need for meaning?

I hit the next blog button a few times, just to see what would come up. I saw many entries from different people on this planet- writings of their travels, loves and loss in their lives, pursuits of dreams, the search for knowledge and the desire to make contact with other cultures. No matter the language there are many Universal truths. One is that we are not meant to be alone. We are beings that require companionship, friendship and family. That our lives are made richer for the love and human contact we gain in our lives.

The best and the worst of Humankind can be found on the Internet. Blogs are like tiny satellites that we launch into the void. Broadcasting our hopes and fear, dreams and nightmares, love and hate. Many search for an audience. Some exist simply to be, a record of one life of thoughts cast out on a net that covers one planet.

Does it need meaning? All our efforts and struggles on this world do not have to come to one FINAL goal. Life is not about the destination it is about the journey.

There may come a day when the Sun will loose its heat and light and the Earth will forget about gravity. All the things on this fragile skin of life will be cast off into the dark, like so much debris or infestation, shaken off like fleas.

Who will read of our history, the victories and conquests of nameless people, the exploration of far away lands and distant planets. What I wrote about today on a blog that only a hand full of people will read?

GarSeeYa!!!